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Places ft Rexv2 Prod Me

produced by 2xcond

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produced by @1petalx
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Pretty & Private

noose written by br6hnco
prod fehrm + memory
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Shawty got me tied like noose
Yea I pop shit with my crew
Not top 3 and i’m not top 2
And if niggas tryna slide, we can kick shit just with my troops
And by lil 6 you gon abide, cause you know I speak my truth

Yah
Who the fuck this lil bitch think she rushing
Put the drum to the stick like percussion
Change the course of my life like it’s nothing
Yea you see what I do get em excited
Oh yea, I wan spark shit, just like lightning
I ain’t really cool with the fighting, that’s why I keep me a pipe B
That’s why I call on my nigga steez, hell nah I don’t call the police
Yea I put the squad on my sleeve
And that’s why I throw up them #v’s

Yuh
Shawty got me stuck, I wan feel alive
Yes I’m number 9, that’s a upside down 6
And I carry blicks, while im totin fye 

Can’t believe I really tried to save her
Tried to give her something sweet like maple
I was inna cut wit a 8 ball
Open up the bruise, take the tape off
Yea I gotta move, gotta change up
I don’t give a fuck what they say though
Treat them like a wood, I just faced em
Up in DSU with a ray gun
And it took me a lot just to do verse 2
Now it’s me vs me and it’s you vs you

(now it’s me vs me and it’s you vs you)

Shawty got me tied like noose
Yea I pop shit with my crew
Not top 3 and i’m not top 2

Shawty got me tied like noose
Yea I pop shit with my crew
Not top 3 and i’m not top 2
And if niggas tryna slide, we can kick shit just with my troops
And by lil 6 you gon abide, cause you know I speak my truth

Yah
Who the fuck this lil bitch think she rushing
Put the drum to the stick like percussion
Change the course of my life like it’s nothing

lil 6*

#scfirst

noose

produced by fwcal, rexv2

Yeah, yeah, yo (4x)
(Kontrabande, Rex)
Yeah, yeah, yo (3x)
I just got a boost, all these niggas fruit 
See my wrist achoo, ya' know my money blue 
And you say that's yo hoe so tell me what she tryna do?
I match up with my twin cuz' we get high if one got boof
I got-, I got-, bands for this bitch
No, you can't step like this
Yo manz' in a ditch, go getback fore' you gritz
Want fans on my dick, I'm tryn' show my ex bitch
We lag in dis' bitch, bitch tryn' hold my new dick (yea, yea)

Niggas go ou-, niggas go out sad now
Cal, he pull da' mag out
Lil Hi-Point, it's gon' jam out
My bro up, been a fan now
Who told you there was handouts?
Tryn' flex on me, pull bands out
Plan B bae we done ran out, I can't be no damn dad now
Twin ski up, pull da' gat out
Watch your back cuz' these niggas rat out
Allat' talk, tell me what it's about?
You get whacked, I don't got not one doubt
On da wave nigga, wit' a new sound
Onna' wave, niggas say I'm too bound
I get geeked, brodie say I'm spacebound
This bih' geeked really tryna come round

Nigga, we got dumb rounds
I just copped like dumb pounds
Nigga, I might jump out, choppa finna' bump loud
Plug just gave me bow-wow, hit dat nigga with da' chao, chao
Lil method for the bitches cuz' they don't know how to act now
I need somebody uhhh, to fucking slop me up
I love my body uhhh, but I still fuck it up
It's so much dope in here, boy you don't love yo' self
Bro just popped coke I hear, said he don't need no help
(No help, no help)

Yeah, yeah, yo (4x)
Yeah, yeah, yo (3x)
I just got a boost, all these niggas fruit 
See my wrist achoo, ya' know my money blue 
And you say that's yo hoe so tell me what she tryna do?
I match up with my twin cuz' we get high if one got boof
I got-, I got-, bands for this bitch
No, you can't step like this
Yo manz' in a ditch, go getback fore' you gritz
Want fans on my dick, I'm tryn' show my ex bitch
We lag in dis' bitch, bitch tryn' hold my new dick (yea, yea)

(Booted up)
(I'm booted up, on god nigga)
(On god nigga, on god nigga)
(Booted up, on god nigga)
(On god nigga, on god nigga)
(Booted up)

Boost

Love Sick

Lyrics- 

Yeah, yo, c'mon, slat , let’s do it
Me and Twin gon' spin your block
We put box on Glock oh yah
You and your gang got my dot

If you want some smoke, come knock
Me and Twin don’t fuck with bops
SRT gon' spin your block
Black truck 

Spinnin' fast as fuck ,boy  get your back up
Yeah, if you see the bullet flying , better back up
No I won’t bash her
Why he get no cash, boy get your racks up

It's so sad, bruh
You act up the bros in the back
I like drugs, I like money
I like hoes, love the trap 

I got bands and they come in
Rubber bands hold a stack
Not In band but  my brother
Marching band up in sax

And I get tired of these ass niggas
Makin' all that trash
I count bankroll, bankroll
Hunnids in that stash 

Shit, bitch, I'm on your ass
Hey, this bih way too bad 
Bitch, your shit slow like lag
Yeah, two bands in my bag

Yo, this hoe call me daddy
Hoe , I'm not your father
Bitch, yes, I stack up bread
Yes, I stack up gwalla 

Huh, bitch, I don't want you or your friend
I want your mama
It's not Fortnite, but I'll take your fuckin' loot just like a llama
He say, he say he get paid, but I don't see no fuckin' commas

Yuh,  if this hoe got problems, call my sister
Yo, I say, if this hoe got problems, call my sister
I don't do no drama
Call my favorite eater

She gon' swallow, she gon' fuckin' gobble
I can't fuck with cheetahs
Clutch my heater, yeah, you know that song 
We make that boy racks

Disappear, what the hell
I got ten partners up inside that cell
Pay that bail
And I do this for my mama

No, I cannot fuckin' sell
With the bros every night and day
We say, causing hell
She like, “ baby, what is c2a? “

Oh, that's just the clan
Drums, I got hella fuckin' drums like a band
If that bitch, she talk down on my gang
On God, she get the ban

Getting bread like Mr. Krabs
Yeah, that money, I demand
Slat
Leh do it

Me and Twin gon' spin your block
We put box on Glock oh yuh
You and your gang got my dot
If you want some smoke, come knock

Me and Twin don't fuck with bops
SRT gon' spin your block

Boost

yak