LYRICS:

I don't like to talk unless we talking bread
He talking 'bout my gang he a dead man walking, walking dead
If I call up lil Greg, he gon' slide down like a fucking sled
Big ass rock in my ear, I couldn't even hear what you fucking said
Call my dog he chalking
Big ass choppa, turn you to Steve Hawkins
Like some dreads I'm locked in
Got some bread and now these hoes they flocking
Fake ass niggas flauging, ROP we mobbing
Cut the snakes I'm cropping 
Hoe mad that she stalking me, me, me

Me, me, me
Came in with lil bbb, you toting bbb's
Slide with hammers like King Dedede, dedede
On his head just like some beady beads, beady beads
Your bitch give me head like DDT, yeah yeah DDT
Your bitch she hippity hop on the d
Brand new whip, don't got no keys
Puffing on za, niggas smoking on reef'
Yeah, chop make him run like Tyreek
Yeah, your music ass yeah it stink
Uh, putting on for my team
Yeah, bad hoe like to swipe visas
Paint her face like-, damn
Paint her face, Mona Lisa
I don't want her you can keep her
Yeah, with my dog just like Kiba
Yeah, boutta blow like a creeper
Bad bitch give me brain like a teacher
Yeah, we gon' put him on a t-shirt
Pull out that glock, nigga nice to meet ya
Damn, neck cold like a freezer
So I got to carry my heater
Yeah, hoe acting like I need her
Bitch, you just my favorite eater
Damn, in the field like-, fuck
In the field Derek Jeter
Damn, counting chips no pita
Ride with that griffin nigga no Peter

I don't like to talk unless we talking bread
He talking 'bout my gang he a dead man walking, walking dead
If I call up lil Greg, he gon' slide down like a fucking sled
Big ass rock in my ear, I couldn't even hear what you fucking said
Call my dog he chalking
Big ass choppa, turn you to Steve Hawkins
Like some dreads I'm locked in
Got some bread and now these hoes they flocking
Fake ass niggas flauging, ROP we mobbing
Cut the snakes I'm cropping 
Hoe mad that she stalking me, me, me

Stalkin (Prod. Bryalle & Swish)

Ghosttown [mrsir]

prod @nokija + @vainhardt

Lyrics: 
uh boss up, i told my lil hoe to boss up n*ggas d*ckridin shut the f*ck up yeah
 send me the drop shoot the block up yah,
yah 
go get ya money up 

i had to run it up ya

Whats up in this double cup thats that potion yeah

these n*ggas dumb as f*ck

im goin dummy yeah

she tryna call me up

she tryna show me up

she tryna show me love 

she know i cant love

she up on my body
now she tryna top me

twin just caught a body 

with my troops my army
i got racks in the bank

i count racks everyday
pour that lean up slowly
adderall might od

i guess thats on me,
by my lonely cant f*ck with no phony

Remember i use to be broke now u around you aint my homie

with slime my blood my kin my ride or die my gang
i just put my pain into this sh*t they just dont get the aim

Huh, alot of n*ggas they snakes alot of n*ggas they fake

b*tches be really just using me
for the money and fame
nowadays b*tches to choosy and they groupies

i pray to god that this my year i just gotta watch how im movin.
Hella n*ggas they be fake yeah
i keep choppas in the wraith 
run down the wrong way i might have to pop at ya face
im wit yo hoe makin movies

and this b*tch tryna show some boobies

and this hoe thinkin that she cool

but i cant cuff a  hoe at all.

blood (nokija + vainhardt)

dumb bitch

Package

prod Rexv2s , co-written by d8cmber
“Hurt / You” out now: https://lnkfi.re/hurtyou

Lyrics: 
(Rex, Rex)
Had to ask you to just act right for me
(Yeah)
She be lyin', I can see it in her face
(Lyin to a n*gga, Ha)
She chill with a lil' n&gga, so we pulled up on em’
(Yuh)
I wish I was gettin' money for the time that I waste 
Yeah
Tell me how you feel
Cause she always runnin' to the group chat, 
And it hurt a n*gga, yeah foreal
Got me cryin' out on these rex beats
Yeah the last ho, she had h* 
(Burning!)
Tryna double up and get some more bread 
Some more bread   
Enough said (Enough said yuh)

I don't wanna hear you say no more
She always sayin' all the same things
And it make a n*gga tired
I know that she go on D1 cause she play a n*gga mind
One minute, one minute
Sayin' that she love me, then it's never mind
One minute, one minute
Wish you told the truth, I wish you never lied
One minute, one minute
Told me pull up and I had to go decline
One minute, one minute
Took you one minute, ruinin' my life
Yeah, called the h*e my wife
Yeah, I was never right
Yeah, in the coupe goin' like 380
You is not my baby
This h*e try to play me
Blocked numbers on my phone up
What you say don't phase me
I'm gone, bro don't chase me
Doin' my thing lately
(Yuh)

Had to ask you to just act right for me
(Yeah)
She be lyin', I can see it in her face
(Lyin to a n*gga, Ha)
She chill with a lil' n&gga, so we pulled up on em
(Yuh)
I wish I was gettin' money for the time that I waste
Tell me how you feel
Cause she always runnin' to the group chat, 
And it hurt a n*gga, yeah foreal
Got me cryin' out on these rex beats
Yeah the last ho, she had h*
Tryna double up and get some more bread 
Some more bread
Enough said 
(Enough said yuh)
(I hate you so much)

hurt / 1 min (rexv2s)

xtsy*

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