produced by malibu, ayowitty, and jssr

lyrics:

please like stop that cloning shit i told that boy to be himself
i just walked into the store im getting drank off fuckin shelf
bud i can't pay no mind, i did this shit by myself
and you can't take no time, that boy gon be ready to kill
she like when i sing, oh woah, she like when i sing
she like when i make her phone like ring, she gon ding
im like tony with my pinky ring, rose gold pink
and they can't say they love me, no they can't
paper in my bag, i just got a pack, i just wont take time
i just got that mag, walk im finna sag, i just rock like nine
i just want her back, i just wanna tag, i know it take time, just hit my line woah
i just put some shrooms all in my paper, bitch im too damn fried
on that lsd colors in my eyes, so i cant talk to them, only want whats mine
and she like say she love them leads she love them sines

himself

lyrics
two cups bitch i pour it up n then im out that ho
why he talkin on my shit i thought he was my bro
i aint fucking wit that stupid shit i keep that pole
keepda gun cuz i aint fin be the one who sold
imot the molly put that shit up on my tongue i roll
apothegm n then im writing shit jus like a scroll
get that boy popped off jus like he was a mole
bitch im sipping on some drop and i cant fw 12
i aint fuckin wit the rocks but i can fucking sell
no i aint een tryna lab wit yo ass fuck them mels
keep that 8pack i send yo ass to fuckin hell
new swag new pack thats what im smokin on
blue chips all on my plate right wit that provolone
i was inna crib jus juggin pack jus home alone
never falling for that shit that shit a total loan

roll

dumb bitch

Flaws

Production By @ilytriss + @prodjsmx

Lyrics:


Never, never
Never have i ran from a nigga, yuh
Never have i stole from my bro yea
Cus my pcokets steady getting bigger, yuh
Bitch im spending dough on top of dough
Thick bitch hit my phone, leave me alone
Smoking good green, i think i can feel it in my lungs

For the p- for the past 2 years ive been high
Smoking gas- smoking gas shit got in my eye
Said i cant trust niggas, it was all a lie
Bitch im with cinco roll up a 3.5
Nigga tried to take my bitch he died
4 deep- 4 deep in the benz we ride
When im deep in it, know i look at you

She like "bry, fuck me bry" yuh
So i put da cum in her eyes
Running with the drako, with the fye
Bitch im running with that big ass stick
Bro faking he broke den a bitch
Yo bitch begging for the big ass dick
Im stalking da page for da lick
Fuck my ex she steady talking shit
Fuck these hoes im staying celibate

(Fuck these hoes im staying celibate)
(Fuck these hoes im staying celibate)
Fuck these hoes i said fuck these hoes
(Fuck these hoes, i said fuck these hoes)
Imma run my bag up get my new clothes
(New clothes, new clothes)
I pulled up with the baddest bitch
This my new hoe 
Yuh yuh
(New hoe new hoe, new hoe new hoe, new hoe new hoe new hoe)

She just want she just want
She just want take my bread
She just want drugs and sex 
She a bad influence
If she want me pull the fuck up
Gir you better have a friend with you
Ya, cus im tryna bring my mans with me
Ya, yo new bitch said she a fan of me
Ya, bryalle finna hit the mall ya ya
So you know i got bring the bands with me
I think her new nigga scared of me 
Nigga fled imma take his head off
You could try it you get put to bed ya 
Love to shoot it when i do its dead eye
Nigga chatting we gon bend his ass up 

Never, never
Never have i ran from a nigga, yuh
Never have i stole from my bro yea
Cus my pcokets steady getting bigger, yuh
Bitch im spending dough on top of dough
Thick bitch hit my phone, leave me alone
Smoking good green, i think i can feel it in my lungs

For the p- for the past 2 years ive been high
Smoking gas- smoking gas shit got in my eye
Said i cant trust niggas, it was all a lie
Bitch im with cinco roll up a 3.5
Nigga tried to take my bitch he died
4 deep- 4 deep in the benz we ride
When im deep in it, know i look at you

Never

never

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birkin

Fully Produced By rexv2

LYRICS

I think this h*e tryn' f*ck with me
That sh*t don't mean nun'
I got rich I'm counting dumb fifties
Fleh, Fleh, Big draco drum
They love rex
N*gga make em' jump
You can't spin back
B*tch is you dumb
You can't spin back
B*tch is you drunk
I'm with two bad b*tches tryn' f*ck
And she tryn' gag lil' b*tch suck
Twin, can you pour that lil' sh*t in my cup
Black sh*t, my drank, looking like mud
I don't know sh*t bout no rizzin no huzz
And I don't even get mad
That sh*t is what it was
Send him some shots
We aint' sending no love
I'm with my twin with my-
With my cuzz
Might f*ck a gemini
Just because
We make a n*gga fly
He a dove
Might up a twenty-five
With these h*es got a line up of twenty-five
Tryna' diss on a live and a n*gga died
Since he wanna go live
We gon' get him live
Put that fye on his *ss
Man that n*gga tried
This h*e say I'm that guy
I'm like "F*cking right"
Send the lo I might slide
"Am I f*cking right?"
Put this h*e on her side if I done it right

Stop it
Doing that fake sh*t
My n*ggas pop it
Slide tryn' spray sh*t
N*ggas tryn' drop sh*t
I just been waiting
Look at my options
N*ggas not maceing sh*t
We got Glock 10
B*tch I'm amazing
I just been flossing
I just got eight pints in from the doctor
All black spray on my sh*t
Sh*t awesome
H*e straight slaying my sh*t
Sh*t Awesome
H*e straight slaying my sh*t
Sh*t Awesome
New drank came in
Sh*t out of boston
New J's came in n*gga just coped em'
You straight saying sh*t
Boy you the coppers
Bad h*e, lay my sh*t on her knockers
N*ggas wanna play
They get put off they rocker
I aint' even play
I just went to my locker
Ball every day
Right wrist might lock up
A whole three days
Lil' twin got locked up
Better watch what you say
Lil' twin might pop up
Had to take off the brain
Had to lift that top up
Said she AB gang
Had to lift her top up
Riding round every day
Gotta keep yo' choppa
Young n*ggas get slayed
Old N*ggas get slaughtered

I think this h*e tryn' f*ck with me
That sh*t don't mean nun'
I got rich I'm counting dumb fifties
Fleh, Fleh, Big draco drum
They love rex
N*gga make em' jump
You can't spin back
B*tch is you dumb
You can't spin back
B*tch is you drunk
I'm with two bad b*tches tryn' f*ck
And she tryn' gag lil' b*tch suck
T- Twin, can you pour that lil' sh*t in my cup
Black sh*t, my drank, looking like mud
I don't know sh*t bout no rizzin no huzz
And I don't even get mad
That sh*t is what it was
Send him some shots
We aint' sending no love
I'm with my twin with my-
With my cuzz
Might f*ck a gemini
Just because
We make a n*gga fly
He a dove
Might up a twenty-five
With these h*es got a line up of twenty-five
Tryna' diss on a live and a n*gga died
Since he wanna go live
We gon' get him live
Put that fye on his *ss
Man that n*gga tried
This h*e say I'm that guy
I'm like "F*cking right"
Send the lo I might slide
"Am I f*cking right?"
Put this h*e on her side if I done it right

hii

haki