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Icy Hot Stunta
02:37
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Backseat
02:55
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till I’m in the grave
Rollin I can’t feel my face
Mistake passion for the rage
I can’t do this everyday
Blacked out I feel like Blade
Glasses on like Johnny Cage
I sealed my twisted fate
I been posted with my Alf Alfa little rascals
My dad told me never spend money that I don’t have to
Yea that boy he be a fan he a stan no Sebastian
You see riding round turret on the roof it look like Bastion
Cashmere bitch she droppin acid in my backseat
Number 2 he try but he will never pass me
Mercedes whips fuck a Uber fuck a taxi
Me & Pitol runnin shit like we the backseats
Feel the burden in my chest weight on shoulders torture rack
I like my pockets rubenesque stacks on Johnny Sack
Scheming ain’t no Ponzi got that Tommy on my body
Ima pull up with my Shaundi in that hilfiger that Tommy
Got that money like I’m Donnie ain’t yo buddy ain’t yo Bonzi
Krukov on me like I’m Johnny
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Groovy Smoothie
02:20
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Purple ice on me like ya lean froze
Slice a beat, smokin strong like Kimbo
Getting buff I’m tryna fuck Lizzo
And he watching me make moves yea he a Sneako
Up in San Fran like I’m Deebo
Watching iCarly shoutout T-Bo
Looking weak do u even lift bro?
I be in Mercedes fuck a Lyft bro
Motherfuck a Beamer boy u know I’m riding Ina Benz
They need to free Gucci not that clone that they let out the pen
Iced out flip phone ain’t no callin it
Umbrella boy blockin out the Rainfall shoutout Providence
I been in this shit since I was 17
I been into shit since I was 19
These rappers weird as fuck main bitch 15
I can’t fw that boy I don’t fw teens
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Coast 2 Coast
01:50
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goin coast 2 coast
Jacket cost 5 digits like a zip code
Grip that krukov, on my Saints Row
Purple stones on my wrist look like Saints Row
Got my mouth dry, but my nose running
Britney tee on and my belt studded
There Gambitt go, yea he up to something
Sipping Aquafina I said fuck that Bubly
Carolina boy, young Twist of Fate
Krukov on me, Lil Kano in my pocket just in case
Tommy’d down from head to toe im hotter than the fireplace
I can’t even feel a thing, her palm grace my face
Uppercut em off the pit, spikes rippin through his cage
Got her legs on the wall like Sage The Gemini was playin
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Whiteout
01:47
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SoundCloud John Wayne way I tote that damn heater
And that bitch hate me but u know that ima never leave her
Alone
in the club, swingin chandelier, like its Sia
Umbrella on me Henna bumpin out the damn speakers
You a whole idiot brought a pussy 2 a dick fight
Told her throw her hands in the air, Numa Numa guy
Chain so damn heavy feel like Shao Kahn’s hammer
Ur homies coulda helped u but they wantin u to fail first
I been up, in a rut now I feel throwin up
Black watch, white lies, never ever slowin up
Benz trucks, Tommy cuffs, Double T gon fuck it up
Bad bitches show me love must be why ur bitch show me none
06 Britney, Mr. Do it Big, it’s Whiteout
Fuck all that other shit u listening to whiteout
SoundCloud champion invite me to the White House
I might have to fuck Kamala Harris in that White House
He was talkin shit but that lil boy a mime now
Got em lookin round scared as fuck like the lights out
Knew I had to cut her when she started talkin signs wow
I been ballin since a youngin like I’m lil bow wow
Wearin Ralph Lauren stuntin on these Ralph Wiggums
Whole team sippin different cups look like The Wiggles
Yosemite Sam pull up with 2 different pistols
Chad Warden shit fuck a Microsoft system
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