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[Intro]
Yeah, what?
What’s up?

[Verse 1]
It’s war time on everybody, po-po’s, they can get it too
Trappin’ ’round in the hood
I’m ridin’ ’round with nothin’ to do
Tried to give you some real talk, this here for my lil one
Never take a day off of grindin’ up for my lil ones
I just know I’m flashy, fly as fuck and I’m gettin’ it
Pittsburgh by Bali’s, Pittsburgh by Fendi
Benzo and kizzo, my kinfolk go nympho
When they grippin’ on that chopper
Grippin’ on that yopper, woah
I came in the game with pain, struggle, frustration
I’m seeing the way you act, niggas betrayed me
You do whatever you want, but never betray me
I walk through the [?], it got me faded
I’m sippin’ on lean like Goose, I know it’s dangerous
I’m on good medication and I’m famous
Everything you explainin’ is complicated
Money, power, more power, no conversation

[Chorus]
Let me at the door [?] just need to get my mind right
Smokin’ on the kush every day, it get my mind right
Drinkin’ on codeine, I just gotta get my mind right
I’m going’ through some things, man I gotta get my mind right

[Post-Chorus]
Got a few racks on me stacked the long way
Got a extendo drum on the mac, it’s on, baby
Take this bottle of Ace of Spades to your dome, baby
Take this bottle of [?] and have some fun, baby

[Verse 2]
(Instrumental)

[Chorus]
Let me at the door [?] just need to get my mind right
Smokin’ on the kush every day, it get my mind right
Drinkin’ on codeine, I just gotta get my mind right
I’m going’ through some things, man I gotta get my mind right

[Post-Chorus]
Got a few racks on me stacked the long way
Got a extendo drum on the mac, it’s on, baby
Take this bottle of Ace of Spades to your dome, baby
Take this bottle of [?] and have some fun, baby

[Verse 3]
(Instrumental)

[Chorus]
Let me at the door [?] just need to get my mind right
Smokin’ on the kush every day, it get my mind right
Drinkin’ on codeine, I just gotta get my mind right
I’m going’ through some things, man I gotta get my mind right

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[Intro]
Yo
Add a k to the O get blammed
This is A Melo beats
Trap house vibe

[Verse 1: Bandokay]
Listen up, listen up
No you ain’t no badman, bando managed my ting like [?], sadman, If I do swing my black hand, shing shao I was tryna ching that black man
CID lurking in a black van, me and Mango that’s Robin and Batman-Batman double tap that tryna clap man, gyal love vibe what about my gang gang (What about them)

[Verse 2: Kush]
Man keep chatting about gang gang, ’til we roll up and you start hearing bang bang, mad man you don’t want to bump into mad Max, only one word and a brudda will tan man
I got kitties all over the damn land, t-t light, hope that jakes don’t grab man, hang man, never move slow like a grandad, keeping it close so it stays in the man bag (Rrrgh)

[Chorus: Lowkey]
Any time gang gear up (Bang)
We left them block tape up (Bang)
Slap shot make dem wake up, big guns , a spliff where man bake up
Nuff money a mek from man wake up, nuff shotta bust from man wake up
That’s why the whole a dem affi wake up (Bang)
Gangnem pull up and put you pon status (Bang bang)

[Verse 3: Kush]
Gang
T-t light made the cats wake up, I ain’t even gotta send out a text (Brr brr)
I bought a 2 in a Q, with the soft from bro so you know I gotta fling it in the rex (Whip whip)
I got a black blade gripped in my my tracksuit just so I know I got myself in check (Haah)
Bad b wanna wine and and jiggle up chest
Only if she’s cute not rude and dead (Never)
Gear down gotta rev up the gas, do road gotta bill up my phone (Do road, do road)
I said I circle around even opp blocks, anywhere the cash is I go (In my spare time)
I still light up my zoot, take two for the niggas over there that’s ghost
And free my bruddas in the cage that’s locked, I wait for the day there home

[Verse 4: Bandokay]
Yo
And my aunties asked If I’ve lost my brain ( I ain’t lost it)
I told her I ain’t losing nuttin but I’m shooting yutes If they want this fame (Bow bow)
Bandokay and the boy SJ (My brudda)
Have you ever been out in the rain, your hottie keeps ringing and your clothes get drain
Tryna go bando for a change but it’s ringing again and I’m out for the change
Bust mans face, he can feel this pain, cock it , cock it , tryna tape that mains (Bow)
Me and you in different lanes your up in the station singing names (Don’t do it)
Bandokay not into the games, I’ll swing my blade and open your brain (Ching ching)
This bad b’s young like bae
She gotta leave now she thinks I’m strange (Buss out)

[Chorus: Lowkey]
Any time gang gear up (Bang)
We left them block tape up (Bang)
Slap shot make dem wake up, big guns , a spliff where man bake up
Nuff money a mek from man wake up, nuff shotta bust from man wake up
That’s why the whole a dem affi wake up
Gangnem pull up and put you pon status

[Outro: Lowkey]
Any time gang gear up (Bang)
We left them block tape up (Bang)
Slap shot make dem wake up, big guns , a spliff where man bake up
Nuff money a mek from man wake up, nuff shotta bust from man wake up
That’s why the whole a dem affi wake up
Gangnem pull up and put you pon status

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[Verse 1]
Just the other day we had a normal conversation
Now we fighting and he telling me he hates me
Telling me I’m nothing
I just want to love her
Hate it when we fighting and cursing all in the driveway
Now we ain’t been talking from Sunday Monday to Friday
I think I should hit you but talking is not an option (talking is not an option)
Goddamn
I’m missing your phone calls
Your body up under mine when it’s cold as the wintertime
You treated me wrong
I treated you foul
But I ain’t gone try to act like I’m over you now
(Over you now)
Talking to myself
Want to know just how you felt
Are you lonely while I’m gone or did you meet somebody else
Is she taking care of you
Can’t be believe we’re really through
If you’re ever feeling lonely then you know just what to do

[Hook]
Blow me up (oh naaah baby)
Blow me up (ooooh yeah 2x)
Ooooh

[Chorus]
You been on my bad side
But I ain’t gone act like
I don’t want you here with me
You get on my last nerve
But I ain’t gone say a word
Cause I want you here with me (ooh baby)
You been on my bad side
But I ain’t gone act like
I don’t want you here with me
You get on my last nerve
But I ain’t gone say a word
Cause I want you here with me (ooh baby)

[Hook]
Blow me up (blow me up)
Blow me up (blow me up)

[Verse 2]
Just the other day you was saying this is forever
Now you out here searching and looking for someone better
Trying to make it even (uhh)
Giving me that silent treatment
Now I’m having questions I’m thinking
Why won’t you answer
I want to know but it’s probably too much to handle
I think I should hit you but talking is not an option
Got damn
I’m missing your FaceTime
Your body up under mine
When you holding me while I cry
You treated me bad
And I treated you wild
But I’m not gone try to act like I’m over you now
Talking to myself I don’t know what else to say
Me and you was super tight and now it’s like we night and day
Is she taking care of things
Do you call her by my name
If you ever need somebody
Yeah my numbers still the same

[Hook]
Blow me up (yeah yea yeah)
Blow me up (yeah yea yeah)

[Chorus]
You been on my bad side
But I ain’t gone act like
I don’t want you here with me
You get on my last nerve
But I ain’t gone say a word
Cause I want you here with me (ooh baby)
You been on my bad side
But I ain’t gone act like
I don’t want you here with me
You get on my last nerve
But I ain’t gone say a word
Cause I want you here with me (ooh baby)

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[Verse 1]
(Aye)
From the D to the D put respect on it
Fuck yo chain, see yo neck I step on it
Better use your head, or imma put a check on it
You a lil bitch, broke hoe I think less of you
I get money
Cause I made it, bitches hating
I can blow all that money that they be saving
Why you playing?
I can make all that money I be wasting
Again and Again
Ion know one bitch no favorite
Know this one bitch be hating
She ain’t got no morale she a runner in her city
She be touring
They heard I get money in they city like I’m born in this bitch
The bitch pussy wack and her head boring
Aye
I might see a mill before I get home
Only time you gone touch a mill is on a diss song
Let you know
If you don’t get right, get left wrong
Broads send her home
We gone get this bitch gone
Aye
I get so violent
I am yo idol
I don’t need no Co-Signer
She probably praying that this go viral
Know she tired of paying for them ghostwriters
BITCH!
(Fuck is these bitches talking about?)

[Hook]
Ion Know Ion Know
It’s the bands or they broke
Ion Know Ion Know
Bitches in the same clothes
Ion Know Ion Know
Who they fucking on the low?
Ion Know Ion Know
These bitches in the same clothes

Ion Know Ion Know
It’s the bands or they broke
Ion Know Ion Know
Bitches in the same clothes
Ion Know Ion Know
Who they fucking on the low?
Ion Know Ion Know
These bitches in the same clothes

[Verse 2]
Yea, imma die a legend
I get on that shit real quick, supply extra
How is you real?
Cause one nigga got ran by ten extras (Aye)
How you beef with a bitch then dick sucking?
How you speak on some shit you ain’t with none?
You got ran out the city why you dicksucking?
You bitches getting money? I musta missed some
Yeah, don’t give a fuck about no lil bitch
It’s crazy, y’all both broke and that’s real tea
And it’s the real me
Bitches kill me talking about they kill me
Stupid bitch is you silly?
Fuck if you don’t feel me, pulling off in them benzes
Bitches they acting friendly
Bands I get too many
Looking like a million
All my niggas with me
All y’all bitches pussy I’ll have my niggas kill you
How you drop a diss, you can’t drop a crib?
I won’t reply to these bitches if they drop again

[Hook]
Ion Know Ion Know
It’s the bands or they broke
Ion Know Ion Know
Bitches in the same clothes
Ion Know Ion Know
Who they fucking on the low?
Ion Know Ion Know
These bitches in the same clothes

Ion Know Ion Know
It’s the bands or they broke
Ion Know Ion Know
Bitches in the same clothes
Ion Know Ion Know
Who they fucking on the low?
Ion Know Ion Know
These bitches in the same clothes

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[Verse 1]
Bitches thinking shit sweet till I pull up with the pull up
She was talking on the internet the bitch ain’t even pull up
I don’t got the time to argue with the bitch I rather I pull up
Worldwide glo up status I’m like quay with the cook up
Heard these birches selling out they need to worry bout they edges
It’s a gangsta party posted in this bitch with Mac 11’s
Boss bitches hoes see me and they running out the exit
Can’t be fucking weak niggas cause they say I’m too aggressive
Cuban, Cuban flexing I put thirty on my wrist now
Heard she got a hit so now she thinking she the shit now
Been killing shit I make basic hoes sit down
Bitches mad I signed my deal they hating that I’m lit now
Fuck a sneak dissing bitch you coming for me
Bitches need to boss up I heard they fucking for free
And these niggas broke ass they don’t get nothing from me
I swear that all these hoes thirsty they be running for D

[Hook]
Ooh
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Ooh
Pull up on a bitch and beat her live on the gram
I ain’t saying to much bitches knowing how I am
These niggas doing too much shit I might just call a pound
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Live on the gram
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Live on the gram

[Verse 2]
Broke bitch, you on some hoe shit
Speaking on my name but she don’t know shit
If I catch you lacking then I’m beating your ass
I’m talking left, right hook, hit her ass with a jab
Jump in the jag, two hundred my dash
Diamonds got clarity, B.S no flash
Bitches be mad, imma handle my class
Top 3 where I’m from bitch I’m showing my ass

[Hook]
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Live on the gram
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Live on the gram