New Wave Arkansas

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Trend setter, Give a fuck what you do Sticks drums, Shaka got damn Zulu Holup, bitch, You misunderstood 6 I be fuckin wit the hood you suckin the hood dick Holup Gone and let the boy juug (x3) I ain't really wanna do it to em B'thain think that I could Gone and let the boy juug (x2) Hop up out the car (rep) Bullets fallin off my lap (you see em) Battery on 15% (damn) Baby just sent me a snap (naked) 607 blucifix (yikes) I don't cape and i don't cap (never) But I do be fallin in looove wit my mothafuckin straps (ay ay) Turnt it up wit no cosign (solid) Rap is great, god is good (pray) Tapes bumpin like Romine (dig) Gone and let the boy juug (wooh!) Turtle wax on my hood (heh) Nasty fashion bitch ugh! (Heh) I ain't really wanna do it to em B'thain think that I could (I had to) Pissy hallways dirty always that's the soil god chose (gutter) Crack smoke in my nose (daily) From that struggle grew a rose (yuh) Everyday the same jokes (niggas) They was jonin on the bold (stuntin) Teacher said I didn't apply myself I was like fuck you bitch I'm gettin drove (bitch) All my life I been a underdog (woof) So it's only right I fuck bitches (stab) Bout to put some diamonds on my collar (bling) Glowed up on a fuck nigga (yikes) I ain't try a get in touch witcha- bitch Don't you be lying to my auntie Ima old balla Sidney moncrief My life revolve around one street Hook Trend, setter, Give a fuck what you do Sticks, drums, Shaka got damn Zulu Holup, bitch, Youmisunderstood 6 I be fuckin wit the hood you suckin the hood dick Holup Gone and let the boy juug (x3) I ain't really wanna do it to em B'thain think that I could Gone and let the boy juug (x2) Verse 2 Mothafucka think he know me cuz I call him homie bitch I ain't the one (I promise) Keep my name off your tongue (thank ya) You have not seen all my guns (NIGGA) When you really bout smoke youn exhale keep it in ya lungs (try me) Cook a play up wit my thumbs (quick) You got insufficient funds (bruh) I'm a bald head nut ski mask fit me perfect let's jump (I'm ready) Fresh gucci sto mannequin (drape) You forever 21 (drove) Special sauce papa john's (drip) All the toppins I'm supreme (king) Tell the truth he coulda won (low key) But all his opps on his team (shame) Fuck it up, (ay) fuck it up (ay) Get me a check and I fuck it up Fuck it up (ay) fuck it up (ay) Nigga told me i ain't tough enough (what?) Niggas got corpse and prisoner fetishes, promise no cappin that's a fact (crazy) You only look up to niggas who got caught, type of backwards shit is that?! (Drove) All my life I got it out the mud (grind) So it's only right I ride dirty (strapped) 100 round magazine plug (cans) Gone on witcha lil 30 (that's cute) Ima gitcha back don't worry - bitch I just will not jump stupid (nah) I'm a free man you a doofus Being locked up ain't no cool shit Trend setter, Give a fuck what you do Sticks drums, Shaka got damn Zulu Holup, bitch, Youmisunderstood 6 I be fuckin wit the hood you suckin the hood dick Holup Gone and let the boy juug (x3) I ain't really wanna do it to em B'thain think that I could Gone and let the boy juug (x2)
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Falladat, falladat Locate the money and falladat Falladat, falladat Opp in a car ima falladat Falladat, falladat I see a booty and falladat Friendship I don't put no stock in that Bitch ima star I don't follow back Falladat, falladat Tru religion I ain't rockin that (nope) Opp in a car ima falladat (getem) MC the hammer and cock it back (hammer) Falladat, falladat From the field he don't know me Deal sealed ima OG Weer weer he da police Falladat, falladat Can't let the money go I'm attached (neva) All the racks, all the racks Gimme my tax I want all the racks Falladat, falladat Say I'm glorifyin niggas dyin How you gone raise me up in the jungle And expect me not be a lion? Yiked up and it feel good Hard times seem far away Tell mama I'm still good Toast toast wit the chardonnay (clink) Never die, never die I feel like I ain't gone never die No pass for a sneak dis Say my name nigga specify Sauce walker call me Hezekiah You be walkin cuz you sced to fly You not like me don't you tell that lie I can dust you nigga bet the five Couldna hated at a better time Say yo daddy name instead mine You a dancer Kevin Federline I'm the point shootin niggas dimes
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Bug guts on the wall (splat) Noodle water on the stove (splash) Fuck shit make me laugh (yeah) But the hustle make me whole (facts) Fertilize my PayPal I can make the money grow (sprout) If I ain't got a million laid out I be feelin like I'm broke (greedy) Gang sound killa in the booth Talking how the birds fly (word) Split em up at the precinct Sound like the church choir (sangin) Let the bodies hit the slab Left him slumped on the ave Now the turf need a bath Top shotta up for grabs Let the police do the math Truck wit the extended cab Rhino linin on the bed Hit the bay and blow it out They'll shoot around the kids (savage) They'll disrespect the dead (monster) If the world don't embrace me Ain't no promise I ain't next (facts) So I'm movin like a ninja (creep) Back and forth on your peninsula Fiend flag me down I'll stop (sup) Point the gun under the window (yeah) I'll shoot ya thoo the do (bow) I ain't tough that's how it go (fareal) Always ready for the war (ready) Relative'll cutcha thote Hook Put a bullet in the head (hot) Put a pill in ya body (pop) Put a needle in ya leg (prick) Zombie walkin wit the shottie (whoa) Wear his backpack backwards Wit his hand in the pocket (ready) Run up on him like a rapper Introduce ya to the rocket (blast) World 7 billion people (ehm) Price of murda goin down Lord deliver us from evil (please) Show no sign of slowin down A State money wolf (woof) You don't eat if you don't cook (starve) You don't answer one question (nah) You don't speak you don't look (never) Can't get mad up in the streets (why) Everybody there a crook (facts) Intimidation null and void (waste) Nigga ain't nobody shook (nooo) I ain't fuckin witcha vibe (ehm) I don't share I don't subscribe (uh uh) Ion care I know he live (so) I can't stop a nigga dyin
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Bitch I get hype I go ham (A) Killin kids I'm the plan (B) Goonies pull up wit them cans (C) Dump out the back of the van (D) Even they can't understand (E) Catholics ain't got no bands (F) Foot on they neck I'm a damn (G) Wait- my niggas sellin that (H) Steak on my plate it's a rib (I) Shoe that I buy 'fore I re-up (J) If I catch you wit the A (K) Well, you just gotta take a (L) Fuck a label gotta start a (M) Pire hit the niggas harder (N) Steada slavin I'm a C-E (O) Penny pinchin make me sleee (P) Gold shoes like a damn (Q) Rippin runnin wit the cannon (R) Stripes like Uncle Sam (S) Textin prices on the gram (T) Useta hatha ride a greyhound (U) Now you catch me in a crown (V) Weak niggas wanna be down (W) If they come up on my browser (X) Yeah I'm numb to the hate (Y) These niggas got to be cray (Z) Common denominator is a bitch Bullets'll compensate em when they switch She want immunity when I get rich I just inoculate her wit the dick They call me 607 blucif1x I crucify whoever fuckin wit the clique 607 ABC 123 Hustle my major ho! Kill you eeeasy (x2)
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Liiiiights out Wave shinin all thoo yo city Liiiiights out Get it all go in yo bag Slap the dog don't touch my stash I'm a hog he can't get mad Have to double back I'm gone blast Liiiiights out Liiiiights out 5 broads 2 dogs and the Liiiights out 4 rooms airBNB Point em out that's you that's me Swim good then switch on 3 If she hongry let's order pizza Liiiights out Wave on get ya bang on can't stay long little boy Hang on got that thang on me get my aim on you destroyed But right now we on some playa shit Know you had a long day Tell your friends get they life together Let me show you where I staaaaay Don4 got the live jumpin Phatte4 got the pharmacy Juan4 at the liquor store Every moment is a party All the phones on glow I might get on periscope They can see me France They can hear me next doooooor
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Thumbin thoo a loaf bout to feeeeed the pigeons Gimme top don't neeeed ya feelins Dig in the bag (clutch it) Throw it on her ass (fuck it) YAH! Put a lil bread in her beak (wonder) Watch her lil attitude change (instant) Put a lil bread in her beak (panera) Look, the hoe done grew wangz (flight) Money be boostin they confidence (ha) You know how much pussy ima get? (Plenny) Skeet a lil nut on her tailfeathers (skeet) Nigga this pimpin is common sense (duh) Fair exchange, fair exchange Ain't no robbin it's a fair exchange Won't call you ho if you don't call me trick It's a win/win ain't no better game Shooters make sure I don't catch a body Condoms make sure I don't catch the bird flu Stretch marks ain't a problem goin in like I got a curfew
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I'm on this paper route 24/7 wit no 9 to 5 Put me on live, put me on live I'm fresh to death and I'm feelin myself, put me on live Put me on live, No filter no mask Pockets on baby bump what is the gender? I'm havin this cash Put me on live, push that beef to the side You boutcho money and business first and foremost come to my tribe Bitch I'm a star and I feel like I'm shinin so I let her drive I did not ask her to do what she did but I set up the vibe These niggas fake so when I talk that real shit they don't recognize I tell em where I got it from and just laugh when they look up the price I didn't buy this onliiine, I got foreign receipts I do this for all of my niggas who loco and stuck in the streets Put me on live, lowdown dirty shame The part of you that don't wanna respect me niggades where I aim She made a run for me I let it slide when she kept all my change I never chase em close one eye and take em str8 up out the game Figaro my chain in
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(DJ talking) You see my niggas, we ride together, Die together, all my shooters, My niggas, my A-1 day one's, That's how hard we go Hook A nigga try to kill me he gon' die with me We creeping down your street with them big 223's You gotta be a shooter if you're riding with me Everybody gotta pop something, You don't shoot- you don't eat A nigga try to kill me he gon' die with me We creeping down your street with them big 223's You gotta be a shooter if you're riding with me Everybody gotta pop something, You don't shoot- you don't eat NHB Lloyd verse: Late nights, popping down smoking gasoline Evil thoughts going through my mind, this is not a dream You say you with the shits, I'm gangster nigga come and see me Mini micro that's a Draco, we don't do no missing Take a ride in the 20's show you how I'm living Take a ride, where's the enemy? we got ammunition If a nigga try to play me then it's up there with me If a nigga try to kill me, he's coming down there with me 607 verse: Got to be a shooter we ain't feeding no bystanders When it pop off, I'm gonna slap my nigga if he pull out a camera Get you knocked off, fucking with them social media warriors Hoe in real life, but thugging in his instagram stories Got to be a shooter, ain't gone pop shit nigga who us? Hot drinks at the family reunion AK wit the clips in the cooler Improvise on the fly I'm a fool (ah) Do a drive-by shooting out the uber Put the fire up on his head like a hookah Got to be a shooter Fuck with me you hear the blue! Hook A nigga try to kill me he gon' die with me We creeping down your street with them big 223's You gotta be a shooter if you're riding with me Everybody gotta pop something, You don't shoot- you don't eat A nigga try to kill me he gon' die with me We creeping down your street with them big 223's You gotta be a shooter if you're riding with me Everybody gotta pop something, You don't shoot- you don't eat Phatte400 verse: Lay a nigga down when he thought the shit was sweet I gotta stay cautious when these feds doing these sweeps I gotta stay cautious 'cause it's niggas envying me I'm a Cheatham Park nigga and you niggas know how it be Phatte400 and I'm coming straight out the east A nigga stole from me, then a nigga will never eat You playing with your life when you feel like taking from me When I catch up with you, bitch you know I'm aiming at your teeth Don400 verse: Shots fired, man down, he don't survive In the cut, smoking good with evil thoughts up on my mind Saying swerve on a nigga, go for the scrilla and his life He done fucked with the wrong one, applying pressure Gone bust pipes These niggas, scared of the beef And don't want to go to war with me I don't blame you, we got change from your head down to your feet Stay out the way, 'Cause you know a young nigga out chasing his cheese, You play with me; And I'm gonna let all my dogs up off the leash Hook A nigga try to kill me he gon' die with me We creeping down your street with them big 223's You gotta be a shooter if you're riding with me Everybody gotta pop something, You don't shoot- you don't eat A nigga try to kill me he gon' die with me We creeping down your street with them big 223's You gotta be a shooter if you're riding with me Everybody gotta pop something, You don't shoot- you don't eat itsjusbobby verse: We don't really talk that much, they already knowing Even if you floss that slut; she already going Even if it costs that much; we ain't gotta show it Moving in forward motion, nigga we rollercoasting These niggas hate forever, ain't trying to change that I let 'em do what they do, until we aim back I do the game a favor, I bless it with my presence Go and be all you can be, while my niggas finessing Ain't gotta feel me or deal with me, we still there Don't need nobody permission, nigga we everywhere Trying to locate my competition but they still missing Hate if you want; but my niggas riding until the ending Hook A nigga try to kill me he gon' die with me We creeping down your street with them big 223's You gotta be a shooter if you're riding with me Everybody gotta pop something, You don't shoot- you don't eat A nigga try to kill me he gon' die with me We creeping down your street with them big 223's You gotta be a shooter if you're riding with me Everybody gotta pop something, You don't shoot- you don't eat
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Kill what you love, kill what you love Leave you alive and I kill what you love Kill what you love kill what you love Look in yo eye when i kill what you love Oh you like hustle I'm killin it, oh you like fashion I'm killin it Check out my sack Oh you like music I'm killin it I heard yo tape I wasn't feelin it Don't call me back Oh you like bitches I'm killin em case after case I'm the villain I give em the axe Flexin bout fightin and stealin you run off the money and women my nigga relax Oh you like tourin I kilt it already This life is borin I kilt it already Oh you like foreigns i kilt em already I need me some muscle I'm back on the Chevy Oh you like flexin I kilt it already All by my lonely 1 deep in this bitch Stunt em so hard they don't know til they google They look back up at me I'm cheesin and shit Nigga you fuckin wit God huh Cover yo life wit the dark huh Took the bag i was gone put on yo head And bought my grandma a massage huh Hate on a boss atcho job huh Salty like chicken from shark's huh Joke about being the king of the deck But a check for you ain't in the cards huh Got- damn the bag done got big (x2) Suckas be tickin, pocketwatchin ass niggas Gone somewhere wit that shit This a religion Learn a- lesson- boutcha- self- yeena boss- nigga (huh) Call me- bluci- f1x it's- hell if- I get crossed- nigga
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Paper different when you came from nothin 2 hots no cot (hard) I was borrrn in the gutta (sewer) I was raised by thots (facts) Make a pallet on the flo (nightmare) 2 sisters 2 bros (packed) Smoke sausage and noodles (yikes) I ain't neva goin back no mo Now a nigga might Get a papercut from thumbin thoo a sack fulla racks got daaammit Counted last night But today just for fun I never thought that I would have it shit Now they can see who the realest (you see it) Cut that out yall ain't no killers (stop) I know YOU ain't gettin no money (bruh) Yo sista be stealing from Dillard's (theee) Slap a nigga to his knees Hercules Hercules what the lick read Heard em woofin but he fulla serp and weed serp and weed that's a bitch breed (yorkie) Killer instinct call me Jago Bills be low low cuz I stay gone Uh uh I don't fuck wit dracos But I get some pussy smell my fingers on the way home (aaay!) I be so happy they think that my money new They would rob me if they knew how my money grew Choppa stupid but i don't do what dummies do, Drop a bag off to yo mama in front of you Now I'm the heada yo household Getcha mama 2 sweets from the mapco And I know you got a mixtape bout to drop you better say my name in yo outro bitch Smoke, plex? No problem (nah) We handle beef like dairy queen Zip the boy up in a body bag (zrrrp) Jesus get the hoe some fairy wings I don't give bums a crumb (why?) My mama was homeless wit 4 kids Now these hunnits cuttin my thumbs damn And the whole world know Blucifix
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I Walk through hell everyday the devil don't notice me The spirits of my dead potnas watchin over me If I could trade god them eyes and get my guys back Holup I'm movin too fast, lemme rewind back Picture it By the time I hit 9th grade 5 of my potnas was resting inside a grave And now they walk wit me I took em all on they first plane I feel em in my lungs when I'm standin on that stage Stopped lookin forward to bein a high school grad Cuz by the 10th grade, both my grandaddies passed Let me tell it couldn't nobody love you more than me I miss you cursing me out, I miss you spoiling me The fallen angels tied to me, they float like balloons Can't let em go but I ain't tryna see em soon A winner with no friends is a loser in the end So I'm tryna make a million while I can HOOK Told me pay for this abortion or you'll kill it I kinda wanted to keep it so I'm really in my feelings You was actin too normal right after, I'm wonderin what's up You bussed out cryin witcha mouth open I KNEW we fucked up So add a baby to my angel army You prolly don't believe me but I'm sorry I know you had a heartbeat So did my OG but his day was marked Him and his baby mama died 15 years apart- that's hard And to this day I never met another dude like you Remember everything you taught me still move like you The nigga who shot you did his time he out here free I hope he can't stop thinkin bout you, hope you in his dreams It seems We all connected to the dead Tears fallin out my face, hair fallin out my head I reached out to your son but he never got back wit me Try not to be too disappointed in me
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04:43
You don't wanna fuck wit me baby ima old dude, old news Sneaker junkie buyin old shoes wit the old hunnits way before the blues, retro And my bitness so old school, get the money while they get the views (check) New guns new year's eve but I'll catch a body wit the old tool (blu) Old phone play the O'Jays Old shackleford, go the old way (whiip) Old friends been through thick and thin So I'm happy when I see a old face (aay!) Old kids and I'm donezo, I don't wanna make no babies (nah) I don't care if she a young thot, Ima introduce her as my old lady Shoppin spree wit my new army We ain't fuckin wit the old navy (noooo) Niggas dyin but old beef is a new thang And I shole hate it (damn) Kicking waves to the old felons wit the old adc numbers (varner) Fucked around caught 3 strikes cuz the goal was to see 3 commas Look like it's gone be a mean summer Body count stackin to the clouds Kilt em dead bout a quarter pound It was corn it wasn't even loud (aaawww) Stonerville I hope you make it out (yikes) Free Rocky, sup Jxy Whye (bluu) I can't put a million in ya hand but I'll get you to it if you give it time Anybody wanna buy a heart? (Sale) Get this mothafucka outta me (yeah) Feeling keep a nigga EXhausted (whew) Ex call, wanna lie to me (bitch) Chest tight when I EXhale (pheww) Baby I don't wanna EXplain (hush) I can't let her bring the XLs (nah) She the type to play them pregnant games (maury) Pray for sun EXpect rain Never be a smooth EXchange (never) Youngins be EXcited when they catch a body but they'll never be the same (never) You connected to the dead for life You gone see him when you look at your wife Daydream about him when you playin witcha grandkids That's a helluva price Toughman contest, winner Go to jail or they die nigga When you play a stupid game wit us You gone win a stupid prize nigga Be a asset to the team (yeeah) Keep a level head, be aware Shit I hate the penitentiary, But I send em money cuz my niggas there (pre-pay) (corrlinks) Gotta move different you wanna survive Yo enemies won't shoot but they screenshottin yo live (dj akademiks) Either you give god's plan time Or the judge gone give it to you That game old as landlines
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I had to put me on punishment And see who fuck me wit me honestly This lil bitch ain't got no common sense You can't name nothin you done for me You a scab! Lord knows lord knows Lord knows it's lookin up But it's happening so slow God am I good enough? God am I good enough? Ima just keep cookin up Exhausted can't hustle no hardeeeer I'm from the deep end where the sharks was They smell my blood in the water Niggas wonder why I stay by myself Niggas wonder why I walk wit the weapon Everything I got it took me forever Everything I lost I lost in a second Got the hustle down I'm tryna perfect it Got the bag and now I got to protect it Watch my enemies and my friends especially They don't like it but they got to respect it She fell off and now she want me to help her She's no user so I piece it together Where I'm from you get no credit for effort Get it done or you a sucka forever I done had some women offer me babies No relationship they just want my seed I get quiet look at them like they crazy If I had a billion I might agree I be like God what's up you tryna tell me something show it to me plain so I can see Every single opp who pop up is powerful but every friend who fuck wit me is weak Fuck you lil bitch I do not got to speak I'm goin thoo a thang thang thang Talk down on me but when it's time to eat Them niggas holla gang gang gang Enemies friends mane same thang Shit you can't change gotta roll wit it I ain't a thief but I'm in jam Potna got a scam and he cold wit it I'm just tryna feed my folks God I trust you I see growth but You gone kill me tryna teach me what you think I need to know
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On baseline on Facetime wit a bad one( huh) Police pass had to drop the phone act casual (huh) 10 thousand on me got dammit nigga that's natural (emh) She don't never beg from a g cuz I stunted on her so gradual (blu) International nigga capital little rock is my shelter (rock) Money power my food and water that shit ain't hard I'm special (bing) Yeen never wanna roll now you tellin everybody I left you (sucka) All them licks you slept through my nigga wtf kept you (please) It's strategy over emotion- (holup) redrum no breadcrumbs Never kill the infection just go cut out the place where it spread from You A1 when the feds come, B cool don't indict yourself C through all the bullshit, don't sign nothin yeen write yourself Portugese man of war wit these 2 sticks hunt the weak jellyfish Change throw aways quartertly Save the money my lawyer need Cowards pray to God more than me cuz I'm mostly out here gettin it They ain pattin down quarterpiece so I'm in the club wit that issue (Fow) Last summer was Italy just might hit Tenbuktu Cancer don't skip nobody I'm spendin this shit fuck you Gave the rock to me no monopoly do what niggas in the clutch do Started off a big cliiique people ain't shiiit now it's just us 2 Suckas can't stand pain so my campaign never was a hunnit for em (I) Wash the car when it's bout to rain then shine all though the thunderstorm Listen here you don't like your life then don't give me no life advice Crunch time I ain't callin you; who the fuck is you talking to? Save money (naw mane) eat right (naw mane) Try to transition from the street life (naaaw mane) Save money (naw mane) eat right (naw mane) Turn th3 other cheek in a street fight (naaaw mane) Spendin money by myself ain't craccin baby haaave some I be fake concerned when they fakin orgaaasms Me and bro might catch a plane He'll be smokin sour in Okinawa So now we share everythang mane she ain't yours she both of ours Mane these hoes'll steal your allowance Pop ya pills, toot all the powder Nothin wrong if we argue for em Real g's don't argue bout em MMA ya bae ground and pound her Buss a nut get the fuck from round her She ain't wifey she useful though Run a scam on a out of towner Right now all my jewelry clean But when they see me next spring Gone be diamonds on me bling bling Gotta 93 supreme team Got the gold shoes green jeans Got a perky in her sheen lean This a movie no behind the scenes I'm a boss Bruce Springsteen

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