VYTHE - 60 MILES #FREELILRT
I ain't give birth to ya' son but I made 'em
These niggas copy, verbatim
Tweaked off the pills, think yo' ass need some kratom
These industry fuckers so fake, fuckin' hate 'em
You got them straps but don't show 'em
You got them sticks, never tote 'em
I keep a pole like a totem
Tossin' and throwin' these packs, I'm the plug like a modem
I keep a pole like a totem
Tossin' and throwin' these packs-
Tossin' and throwin' these packs, I'm the plug like a modem
★ Chorus ★
If you ain't shootin' shit
Rt momma, get the fuck up off my dick
100 round, hit 'em with the Glock
We gon' take 'em down
100 round, copyright yo' song, I'm gon' take it down
If 12 get behind me, you gon' eat 60 fuckin rounds
★ Verse ★
Get off yo' ass, you pathetic
Say you don't know me, my name in the credits
How you grown but you type like dyslexic
It's up, leave it there, no, I don't wanna dead it
I ain't give birth to ya' son but I made 'em
These niggas copy, verbatim
Tweaked off the pills, think yo' ass need some kratom
These industry fuckers so fake, fuckin' hate 'em
You got them straps but don't show 'em
You got them sticks, never tote 'em
I keep a pole like a totem
Tossin' and throwin' these packs, I'm the plug like a modem
Don't fuckin' play, bitch, you know where I stay
I'm in the motherfuckin' A
You want some smoke, flick the ash in the tray
Want them bands or I'm buckin', I need it today
I'm puffin' down that zaza while posted at the plaza
Bitch, you ain't in the field, you a nobody
If it wasn't for me, you'd be nobody
Shut yo' lip 'cause I'm whippin' that widebody
Main in the front, in the back? That's my side body
You ain't no mother, I'm callin' up CPS
Gettin pussy? Why not try some PBS
She doin' tricks on my dick like a BMX
Got a muzzle but bark like its DMX
Feel like Osama, a young nigga love to flex
Drop the pin, we on go, bitch, you know the rest
How yo' song got more motion than you?
You a joke, hate to tell you the truth
Forcin' a jit just to cap in a booth
Missin' his mother and missin' his tooth
Don't hit me line, just hit my cash app
Shit, I just ❲?❳ bounce back
You talk on my fans, you got yo' ass clapped
I need the bricks, I need to cash that
I'm makin' plays, I feel like ❲?❳
I send a jug to drop yo' ass that
I send a jug to drop yo' ass that
★ Chorus ★
If you ain't shootin' shit
Rt momma, get the fuck up off my dick
100 round, hit 'em with the Glock
We gon' take 'em down
100 round, copyright yo' song, I'm gon' take it down
If 12 get behind me, you gon' eat 60 fuckin rounds
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{Intro} No lives matter! {Verse 1} Yes sir, I keep a final I can't motherfucking lie She got on mascara but I still bust in her eye Let it
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{ chorus} Damn, my choppa sound like a fighter jet Glock 45 and that shit aint retire yet My choppa sound like a fighter jet Glock 45 and that shit aint retire yet
VYTHE - Again
{intro} Bitch im not yo kin so don’t call me twin B-b-b bitch im not yo kin so don’t call me twin {chorus} And ill never trust a bitch again
VYTHE - Ground
{chorus} Lifes a game, but i didn’t come to play around Then you came and burned my heart into the ground Then you came and burned my heart into the ground Then you came
VYTHE - KYS
{Chorus} Don’t even feel myself Nigga run up on me he gon’ kill himself I make her feel herself Gas pack loud can’t hear myself Don’t even feel
