yeah, i’m clutching on that gat, yes, that gat in the bag and that bitch blow him back
and i’m blowing on his pack
yes, my troops taliban like the leader of iraq

my new goons with this shit and they fiends, sipping act
i’ma pass them the K, let it rip, it hit your back
yeah, that boy ain’t part of gang, he just stealing all our swag
but we do this shit the best so the gang ain’t really mad

i heard your boyfriend talking ‘bout me, tell him say it with his chest
he could pull up with his glock, i’ma run up with the set
i put my feet in AF1s when i’m stepping on they necks
stand on money in my nikes, yeah, i stepping on ‘em cheques
we aiming for your head, why the hell you got a vest?
and i feel like i’m Jesus when i break my bread
i break bread with the gang and we pray to our sticks
yeah, we slide in with MACs, boy, we walk with them blicks 
and you think that you up but the truth is you’re not
heard that nigga a-, i’m tryna send him to God
got some ties with the money, it’s coming in knots
i got ties with my clique, whole gang move like a mob

boy, i’m blowing that pack, that lil boy in my chest
i’m way up in the trap, i ain’t getting no rest
yeah, i work for these diamonds, her neck VVS
load it up, AR rip in his head, not his chest
so that boy don’t need no vest
and that girl gon’ give me neck
yeah, she feeling on my dick but i told her it’s my TEC
yeah, i’m really blowing up like a goddamn RPG
i just went and blew 5 bands but i’m only like 15

in my pocket, got some knots, all this money, i love it
i got ties with the racks and some ties with my bousins
she swallow, no hands like we don’t do the touching
and he crying a lot, we send bullets to hug him

boy, the glock really quiet like shh, hit his gang
and my posse real silent, we stay in our lane
can’t compare me to him ‘cause that nigga a lame
can’t compare me to him, we don’t got the same fate, yeah

we don’t got the same fate
i might slide out that bitch and then hop in a wraith
yeah, i hop in with sticks so you know he’s not safe
yeah
make that boy meet his fate, yeah

Fate [Prod. Vacuityy] (23.11.2021)

##pressure Stepper W/ DenLagos & Mitchell Richards

'SADD - Temper Ft. Scumie (prod. rockstarbands)

Yonky {prod.V8}

Holy 2

[Unreal] lyrics

Building up the percy's in my mouth
Bitch i'm dying slow don't tel my mamma
I'm too stressed for the life i'm living 

The road i'm taking is too deep i might not... 
Bitch i'm falling bitch i'm fumbling 
You wouldn't make it in my world you dying

Its not a suicide you gotta listen 
What i'm saying might just traumatize you
My blood rushing i keep a dagga on me 

It's not the violence its just my anger talking
Call my doctor i made a mess in my room
What I'm saying you wouldn't get it homie

I'm on these drugs bitch pull the plug 
There's no escape from the lies they telling 
I wouldn't care in the end i'm dying 
It's my day today you going homie

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UNREAL

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