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Maajins - OT (dir. @micahmp3)
https://youtu.be/GhlE5bSJhdg

ot (video in description)

Bud :)

prod. bl4cko 
cover by graphicp1nts 
Tags by @cleev3 @amariunique @chloejudith

xtsy* - kissntell (greenp1nts exclus1ve)

Misused

Misused :(

gatecode remix

fully produced by rexv2

LYRICS

I was gon' text you back but I did not know what to say, yeah
Situation bad and I left my clothes at your place
With twin bad h*es different race
Twin been ducking RICO case
Call up mud, said he ok
He call me up, I'm serving
Bass- Bass- Bass- Bass-
New AR we don't use mace
Fill that yard with yellow tape
Twin go hard if its bout' that pape
Pop out, Scar em' with that drac
I'm living large and this sh*t great
I'm with my dawg like Fin & Jake
These h*es just call me just to debate
Ian' tryna waste my time, nah
Ian' tryna waste my life, huh
Can you get line? yeah
Block yo' number just might, uhhh
Skrrr, Bently Truck
Pillows in the back, it's plush
We talk tough but back that up
Bad h*e, said she tryna back that up
Fine sh*t, twin tryn' mack on her
Diamonds on my neck, sh*t bust
And you stay on that keyboard, tough
N*gga like this sh*t Rust, yuh
Twin might get you touched
That sh*t not even sh*t to us, ahhh
Bro lift you up
Angle wings, sh*t pick up
They tryna throw me that bag
It isn't enough
N*ggas tryna act like they bigger than us
Fake kick, you ain't even kicking with us
I'm in the A and I'm living it up
I ain't even pick up the phone and she tripping or sum'
I'm up in the booth baby yeah I'm locked in, I ain't tripping on nun'
Like look what you do n*gga
You ain't locked in, you can't get in with us
My lil' brother true n*gga yeah he mobbin'
I've been getting lit with you bruh
Gang sending 22 slugs
I ain't gon' pretend I'm a thug
I done put some sh*t in my cup
Brudda up that stick out the truck

I was gon' text you back but I did not know what to say, yeah
Situation bad and I left my clothes at your place
With twin bad h*es different race
Twin been ducking RICO case
Call up mud, said he ok
He call me up, I'm serving
Bass- Bass- Bass- Bass-
New AR we don't use mace
Fill that yard with yellow tape
Twin go hard if its bout' that pape
Pop out, Scar em' with that drac
I'm living large and this sh*t great
I'm with my dawg like Fin & Jake
These h*es just call me just to debate
Ian' tryna waste my time, nah
Ian' tryna waste my life, huh
Can you get line? yeah
Block yo' number just might, uhhh
Skrrr, Bently Truck
Pillows in the back, it's plush

Bass

bass

god take me prod xxgee (music vid out now)

Rodeo

Rodeo (Perxs + Sailxr)

https://youtu.be/mv6Nm2KPSmE?si=KHAz6elF9Hw4upbx

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HEADS TURN

[Intro]

2wo-
Swag messiah

[Chorus]

Damn, lil' bro try to jack my swag, get shot down
Bitches wanna have my name up in they mouth
Bitches talkin' down, I can't hear a thing
Bitches talkin' down, gon' let that choppa sing
Damn, I might go insane, they won't know none
I might blow my mind, have a coma
Too much pills, not enough self-control, yeah
Laughin' to the bank, ha ha ha, I don't know you

[Verse 1]

I might fight a bitch over bands
I don't play, and
When I fight, I don't use no hands
Get your strap up
She ain't fuck with me, I steal her mans
Time to wrap it up
She screamin' my name like a chant (2wo, 2wo, 2wo, 2wo, 2wo)
I think she a fan
Count my racks every day
I might put my brother in some brand new swag
Bitch look at me, confused
Like she askin', "How sway?" (How sway?)
Bad bitch hit my line, like, each and every day

[Bridge]

How you gon' fuck with me if you don't know my name
I want you bad 'cause you always on my brain
Poppin' pills just so I don't go insane
Should I blow my brains out, or change my name?

[Verse 2]

Feelin' lucky, yeah, I might just throw the dice one time
Gettin' high, I think I'm seeing the sky in my mind
Russian roulette, put the barrel right between my eyes
I'm not screwin', might as well get lit 'fore I die

[Chorus]

Damn, lil' bro try to jack my swag, get shot down
Bitches wanna have my name up in they mouth
Bitches talkin' down, I can't hear a thing
Bitches talkin' down, gon' let that choppa sing
Damn, I might go insane, they won't know none
I might blow my mind, have a coma
Too much pills, not enough self-control, yeah
Laughin' to the bank, ha ha ha, I don't know you

[Verse 3 - czo?]

I don't know you
Bitch I pop the fuckin' bean
Talkin' shit through your phone, livin' through the screen
I'm not Travis Scott, but that lil' bitch she a Fein
I'm a money maker, I don't take that shit that's free
Bitch, I'm sippin' on some Tris, yeah, I'm sippin' lean
She went to another man, he not big as me
That bitch was just a fan
Agree to disagree
Bitch, I pulled off in the ghost, like a mystery

[Chorus]

Damn, lil' bro try to jack my swag, get shot down
Bitches wanna have my name up in they mouth
Bitches talkin' down, I can't hear a thing
Bitches talkin' down, gon' let that choppa sing
Damn, I might go insane, they won't know none
I might blow my mind, have a coma
Too much pills, not enough self-control, yeah
Laughin' to the bank, ha ha ha, I don't know you

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