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of a hungry savage
Getting paper by all means I'm pringle stacking
Never lacking, my nigga I'm always focused
Smoking on gas, it got me choking
Spitting real

like me, I be like

Head in the clouds  and I'm never coming down from here
Bass so loud It control the way my heart beating
Music in my soul call it

ever get arrested
My connect'll shoot yah
Cause as far as pushing bass
I'm the best producer
Since the past made me mad
I'm a upset the future
I'm my own

of the 8s, I think you get that by now
Big hit drop men you can’t handle this Bass
I’m winnin’, take notes if you’re a rookie
Don’t hate on me coz I got it

skinny and handsome
Take your hoe on the bus transit
Sh you be talking too much Candice Huh she be chiefing my wood Kansas Getting Topped by a thot

kingship
Intrigued by the credentials that come from her lips
She got her MBA and cousin do real estate
That wet come with thick hips
She got it out the mud

in a tomb
Caught him @ sonic, bitch scared of his shadow
But he felt tha knuckles before he could move

Say she like when det bass hit
Named tha lil

in the face
55' light complexion
With a slim waist
She had ass at fourteen
I Barely had hair on my dick
Squeaky voice no bass
Crazy how it all started

Yeah yeah yeah yeah Greyscale Jason F

Pulled up out in the parking lot bass rumbling in my trunk
There's something under the driver's seat

Ain't no rapper out that progress
With the pace I lace bass with
They couldn't make space in the space lift
For all the wonders in the world
I left

a place I don't belong
The struggle in these halls the reason I'm so strong
The bars is broken by the lyrics in my songs
I write my wrongs
And manifest my

Drop me some bass and treble
And i'll rock it like a space shuttle
Taking what life's handed
Making mic magic
But no strip bars
I rap bars
Leaving

ain't the latter
Can't come down, the fakes come round
Too loud, let the bass calm down
Bleed shit, we ain't have no options
Had to spark shit up without

in the function.

Turn that bass up I gon need that percussion. 

I can’t go for nothing, I can’t go for nothing.

 



Offroad.

When we met , we hit

like a tart 
Make me wanna eat it 
We can kick it on a weekend on a late night 
Chilling by the beach 
You can get the head right 
You me 
A bottle

I do what I want
She gave me the top now that bitch going dumb
I'm throwing this cash I ain't throwing no one's
Unless it's followed by zeros you know

out the hood
Big diamonds and they dance on me, we was young niggas with them bands on us
Big drum like a band coming and we quick to get ya whole fam

Sleeping with no mattress taught me to cover my flaws
We was poor so my mother budgeting by our means
But then Ecko tees ain't helping my self esteem
Niggas

hallways
Glock in good hands like I had Allstate
But now I'm the man
I drew up a plan and I got my mom straight
Look out for the fam, I sold by the gram
I

on all my racks
Givenchy shirt brand new im from the
Hood still got all my tats
She like bitches, I like bitches too
She like money, I like getting it too

floatin into space
Found my sound in this new place
With all the colors, and a little bass
All this love I feel embraced
Watchin all the pieces fall in

crease em to please me, that bass got a body you know it was speedy
That pussy got power but baby I'm sleazy, lil baby a Leo, I'm calling her queenie
She

of me
Look at me now, celebration Hennessy
I be popping top shelf like it's RTDs

Me, I'm that bitch, baby
We ride round in that gatti
Bass boosting that

[Verse 1]
I ain’t no gangsta
Tho I get wild with a pay stub
Bought a good time with a baster 
Liable to paste her up a wall
Firing the bass up
Finna