K w/D$NTHONY.m4a

“Fuck it of the year” FT((D$NTHONY)) [keepitgoin remix] .m4a

2 @atched Prod. [@Malvi + @onereevs].m4a

Sushi freestyle [prod thj].m4a

r!ch b!tch.m4a

Lyrics

Off the drugs I’m missing her
I steady reminiscing 
Like baby can you come back
Shawty please I’m off the act (yea, aye)
All alone but at what cost
Smoking gas no holocaust 
All alone but at what cost (no)
I know that you don’t miss me
Im rolling off the ecstasy 
I know you keep on testing me (no, no)
I do drugs to fill in the void
You a lame bitch and I try to avoid
And she tryna call but I’m trapping on droid

EP/COST

Fuck it freestyle .m4a

Lyrics

Look I know I fucked up but you the one to blame too

And I wanna take back all the hurtful things I said to you

And I really didn’t want it to end up this way

But I knew it from the start that you wouldn’t wanna stay

Off of all the pills and I feel a bit delayed now

I just wanna tweak baby I don’t wanna lay down 

I’m talking to myself and I’m having mental breakdowns 

I’m chasing all this guap baby I can’t have a break now

Yea yea can’t let it get to me

Nah nah can’t let it get to me

Voices in my head cannot let them get the best of me

Nah nah can’t let it get to me

EP/BLAME

Lyrics

Bae I’m self conscious I just hate when people look at me 

Insecurities 

Yea baby I got lots of those

Insecurities 

Before I step out I gotta pour a four

I been hella lonely ain’t have no hoes

You on my dick I know and it shows

Could never put my trust in hoes

Hella racks designer clothes 

She got blow all on her nose

She a junkie and it shows

Trues on but I ain’t religious 

With twin and I’m counting these digits

And we smoking by the ounce

Fuck her good and then I bounce

EP/INSECURITIES

Lyrics

Maison margiela and ysl jeans

Yea we tweaking out we all off of the bean

Like ho you a treesh why you actin so mean

My bitch anorexic her name is cassie 

Yea my garments expensive I’m rocking gucci 

Yea my money machine it count up the blue cheese

And my twin up the Glock and he turn you Swiss cheese

don’t wanna die so start ducking it please

Tweak tweak tweak yea we tweak everyday 

I need me a bitch to come and roll my jays

Yea she just want pull up and snort all the yay

Like bro I ain’t stupid ain’t born yesterday 

Like ho tryna play me she think that I’m dumb

I been knew that shit and I tell her I’m done

These niggas is clones tryna steal all my swag

Like nigga you broke and go get in your bag

Marjj.m4a ((prod.meanx))

Lyrics

Hit yo ho up I said yolo

No new niggas I ride solo

And I get the drugs from soho new york 

And I cannot fuck with you you a ho no

And I said hold up 

Grab the wood I roll up 

Exotic za i smoke up

Designer kicks I’m guaped up

Lil bro get yo guap Up

And yo ho she top me

In that maserati 

I skirt off foreign whip

And I got foreign drip

U ain’t affording shit

All designer but I’ll still throw on some trues

Sipping purple lean that’s that purple juice

Yea I love the drugs

But I love her too

I can’t make up my mind

She said it’s up to you

But now I’m so confused 

You got me so confused 

I don’t know what to do

Yolo.m4a

Lyrics

Bitch I’m posted up in school 

Bitch I’m posted up with brownz

You know damn well we skipping class

And we walking around with no damn pass

Man that shit hella ass

I took that risk you rocking shit

You talking shit we rock his shit

And I pull up expensive fit

Purple jeans all types of shit

Man these niggas gay they gag on dick

I swear all these niggas hate

I swear most these niggas fake

Most y’all niggas really flakes

And I’m pulling up designer shit

Pulling u designer kicks

Lil ho call me emo but lil bitch I’m rocking Rick

I swear these niggas ain’t on shit

I walk inside I’m copping shit

You walk inside you throwing fits

Hella bands for all my fits

I got slices on my wrists 

Man I fucking hate my life

I swear no one Fuck with me

I don’t care I just do me

But it kinda hurt sometimes 

I stay quiet most the time

Keep it in at night i cry

I can’t open up for shit

I told you I got trust issues

This and that like is you going

Niggas think I’m really trolling

Nigga I’m just tryna get fried 

I loved you bitch that why I hide

If I talk you throw up fit

I swear I just can’t say shit

“Atp Idk”.m4a

Lyrics

She said jay I love you but I know she didn’t mean it

I know she didn’t mean it (x2)

I’m tweaking offa all these drugs I swear I cannot feel shit

Like why always me

Why am I the one to blame ho

You did some fuckshit too

You would always flake too

I know what we had was fu

I tried hard but blame on you

Baby I don’t talk for shit

I just thought you knew me ho

I swear I just can’t no more 

Like waste of time what was it for

Man that shit meaningless

I’m a fein my life a mess

Baby come and give me neck

I get out bed I need new clothes 

Damn I really need some hoes

I’m getting guap but I want more

I hit saks fifth that’s the store

m3an!ngl3$$.m4a

Lyrics

Told that hoe no

Told that hoe no

How she want me for the guap that’s a no go


And she keep telling me sorry I’m like hoe no

I’m like hoe no

I’m like hoe no

Swear I cannot trust these thots that’s a no go

Yet again you break my heart I’m like hoe no

You gotta go hoe

Step out the front door

Hoe you dumb as fuck you just a memory 

All by myself going out on shopping spree

I just knew it from the start you never wanted me

I just knew it from the start you wasn’t feeling me

Now I’m posted up at saks with the art class

Me and my twins yea we spending big racks

We spending big racks

We rolling up thrax

On my feet these big ass shoes balenci tracks

Hoe she wanted me now I don’t want her back

Now I don’t want her back

Now I don’t want her back

Ho3 No.m4a

B$ FR33T$YL3 FT((MISTABROWNZ)).m4a

Lyrics

I got za go call your friend

We got packs mad contraband 

Up the Glock he say Amen

Jit got two bucks to his name

I pull up and fuck yo main

Off the drugs hoes go insane

She snort coke I smoke the pain

She want guap don’t know my name

Nah nah

Don’t even know my name

Damn these hoes just hella lame

Like why you blaming me I ain’t do shit

I don’t even wanna hit

Like baby I just wanna feel loved

And that makes me a dumbass

Like Is that way too much to ask

I was Skipping school to cope with drugs

I had to get up off my ass

Fuck that hoe I had to pass

I ran up a bag in saks

All this designer but like what’s the point

Sometimes I wanna kill myself 

I swear this shit gets to a point

Yea fuck you and your counterpoint

know my name (lyric in desc.)

"Yo On Sum Nana Shi?" FREESTYLE ((Prod. Ok))

“tight balmains” freestyle.m4a

H3LD B@CK FT((NOBODYFWME)).m4a

EP/VENTIN

“MARJJ”((REMIX)){FT\NFWM}.m4a

¿w@$ wr0ng? (prod.rav3n).m4a

n3w burb3rry .m4a

M0P FR33TYL3((prod.KRUTOYTIP)).m4a

https://youtu.be/9MobN9y2cZ8?si=mqV5bAsUOUAWcbBk

Lyrics

Ha

Bitch I’m getting too crunk 

I’m so drunk and fucked up

Mdma whats up

Lmao fucked up 

She MIA she locked up

She MIA don’t want love

She just my friend don’t wanna fuck

But she off the shits and she wanna come fuck

Shorty I’m not a big fan of the lust

Why you talking to niggas you losing my trust

Said I gotta leave

I gotta go

Ysl jeans margiela my coat

My shorty a fien she off of the coke

To keep it a bean I’ll never go broke

Yo keep it a bean yo boyfriend a bloke

Bitch I’m so fried I’m laughing like ha 

Why is you plotting you looking at her 

I’m in the party all black with the fur

Yea

Haha

“Fucked up” [Prod by Me]/Sped up,Normal,& Slowed/ (Video in desc.)

Game over.m4a

Lyrics

I’m a rockstar at saks counting bands

Walk in my closet all designer brands

Hedi slimane and balmain jeans

Ain’t pick up the call cause I’m of them beans

Nigga who is you tryna talk to me

Tryna fuck me over who is we

Tryna play me like a fucking wii 

Bae I haven’t eaten in fucking weeks

When you agree I disagree 

Yea bae we just not meant to be 

New saint Laurent new slp 

Too insecure It’s haunting me

Like damn I hate the way I look 

I hide my face just like a crook

I drink my sorrow just like cook

Bae let’s roll this fucking wood

You sparked it up and felt alright 

I chiefed it up I’m filled with fright

We talked again yet it felt so wierd 

Woke back up it felt too real

Rock @ saks((prod by me😊)).m4a

“Now”.m4a

Lyrics

(We could bribe the pharmacist)

Why you act like you don’t know me

Yea off the snow my nose bleed

Designer shoes I’m so clean

Yea I’m smoking till my lungs collapse 

Yea fuck it i just might relapse 

On these Sherms I’m running laps

You laughing now I’m laughing last

Im fucked up thinking bout my past

Im fucked up thinking bout my issues 

Yea I need drugs don’t want no tissues

No I do not wanna continue 

Yea it was hell when I was with you

Nah yea

Girl fuck you

Fuck your friends too

Yea I had feelings too

Yea it was all about you

Yea never once about me

"ik u dc"

loosescrew.m4a

#ArtClass🎨

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