came back in and fucking ripped the beat apart, both of y'all went off thought fs

Code Red

TNO PLAYA + 4K LIJ - 1 N DONE

@im4klij @djthr33k

Produced by 4K Lij & DJ Three-K

Lyrics

Wake up in the morning trying to get a bag, trying to hit a lick
F*ck n*ggas wanna talk trash, we gone get ‘em hit
Bag chaser, I’m on the road for the strips
4K, I ain’t on the phone wit’ no b*tch
I’m to the neck, I ain’t riding wit’ no snitch
I’m ‘bout a bag, I ain’t really ‘bout no b*tch
Had to wait my turn but I’m destined, for real
Had me feeling like a red shirt freshman, for real

I be rollin’ wit’ the red shirt, red team that up glock
Those not chicken pox, those infrared dots
Pop-pop, you ain’t on sh*t, on my Pop Pop
I can’t spend no dollars on you mama, I’m a papa
(Ha-ha)
Baby, I need all the chili baba
Knock-knock, here for the rah-rah, wit’ all my Rottweilers
Bity Morgue driller, for real, a graveyard stockpiler
I don’t wanna f*ck your b*tch, she got thot mileage

Wake up in the morning trying to get a bag, trying to hit a lick
F*ck n*ggas wanna talk trash, we gone get ‘em hit
Bag chaser, I’m on the road for the strips
4K, I ain’t on the phone wit’ no b*tch, n*gga
I’m to the neck, I ain’t riding wit’ no snitch
I’m ‘bout a bag, I ain’t really ‘bout no b*tch
Had to wait my turn but I’m destined, for real
Had me feeling like a red shirt freshman, for real

I be rollin’ wit’ the red shirt, red team that up glock
Those not chicken pox, those infrared dots
Pop-pop, you ain’t on sh*t, on my Pop Pop
I can’t spend no dollars on you mama, I’m a papa
(Ha-ha)
Baby, I need all the chili baba
Knock-knock, here for the rah-rah, wit’ all my Rottweilers
Bity Morgue driller, for real, a graveyard stockpiler

Red Dots

@im4klij

Produced by DJ SpinKing

Lyrics

Walk in dr*gged up
Walk in f*cked up
Off of drugs, we got hits in the field, putt-putt
Putting love in a h*e got my love f*cked up
Putting trust in the bros got my trust f*cked up

Never again will I f*ck up the way I did before
N*ggas got me f*cked up, on my kids
Walking in wit’ them rubber bands, like get yo funds up
Walking in wit’ a Mac-10, like, get your guns up

Posted out in Vegas playin’ Gin Rummy
Even if that sh*t amazing she ain’t gettin’ sh*t from me
(I put) I put d*ck in lil baby now the b*tch runnin’

(I put d*ck in lil baby now the b*tch runnin’)

Give a f*ck ‘bout lil baby but she still love me (Ay)
Give a f*ck about lil baby but she still love me (Ay)

SLATT, slime, f*ck it up, my nose still runnin’

(Talking ‘bout my sound, b*tch, I still run it)
(Took my d*ck up out your b*tch and she was still comin’)

Walk In

Produced by 4K Lij & cat/

Lyrics

Walk in, all-black, fitted to the toes, n*gga
Don’t give a f*ck ‘bout sh*t or ‘bout no n*gga
Getting tired of these n*ggas thinkin’ that they bulletproof
I send shawty, he send bodies through that ceiling roof
If you say it’s smoke, when we see you, we gone shoot at you
Got nothin’ to lose, on my momma, we can get into it
See me out creepin’ wit’ the crew in the late night
Pull up she said who is you, 4K right?

#OSVS
Creepin’ in the night wit’ some n*ggas from the SETT
Where you from, baby, throw it up, represent
She f*ck wit’ me, she know it ain’t nothin’ to get her wet

#OSVS
Creepin’ in the night wit’ some n*ggas from the SETT
Where you from, baby, throw it up, represent
She f*ck wit’ me, she know it ain’t nothin’ to get her wet

(Ay, ay)

ON SOME VAMPIRE SH*T￼￼
Me and @anti_billy666 smokin’ on another cigarette
Outside wit’ the… @jeeppsetlife got the glock wit’ the switch

OUTSIDE WIT’ THE 301 HOOLIGANS
OUTSIDE WIT’ THE 301 HOOLIGANS
OUTSIDE WIT’ THE 301
OUTSIDE WIT’ 301

(Yeah, yeah, ay)

Walk in, all-black, fitted to the toes, n*gga
Don’t give a f*ck ‘bout sh*t or ‘bout no n*gga
Getting tired of these n*ggas thinkin’ that they bulletproof
I send shawty, he send bodies through that ceiling roof
If you say it’s smoke, when we see you, we gone shoot at you
Got nothin’ to lose, on my momma, we can get into it
See me out creepin’ wit’ the crew in the late night
Pull up she said who is you, 4K right?

(Ay)

#OSVS
Creepin’ in the night wit’ some n*ggas from the SETT
Where you from, baby, throw it up, represent
She f*ck wit’ me, she know it ain’t nothin’ to get her wet

#OSVS

(Ay, ay)

OSVS

@im4klij @resttinpeacenovember @catslash @djthr33k

Produced by DJ Three-K & Catslash

Lyrics

@iM4kLiJ

Diyo my amigo, even he know who the badder twin
Life for a life, watch the side that you standing in
Niggas is bitches, Richy ah hang ‘em from a banister
It’s eye for an eye, but it’s do or die in that jam, nigga 
Bop-bop, bleed ‘em my brother feeding him a casket
Bruce Banner hit ‘em and leave ‘em hangin’ like a lanyard
Rappers on some fake active sh*t, full faggot sh*t
The way we been fanning shit out ain’t built for no God damn Instagram, n*gga

Even God can’t murk the vet
My dogs poppin’ big glocks and Percocets
I’m a hot n*gga, b*tch bop and serve me neck
I’m a opp, n*ggas trying to pop and serve me death, n*gga
Even the devil can’t murk me
My n*ggas poppin’ big metal and lil perkys
Only time I got stripped when police searchin’
Your b*tch said that you need to start workin’

N*ggas ain’t gettin’ money, n*ggas down bad, hurtin’
Ain’t gettin’ money, these n*ggas down bad, hurtin’
I f*cked your hoe in a brand new jersey
I’m a player, n*gga, you trying to save her

(Oxy, I love you)

Dummy, dummy (trying to save her)
Dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy
Dummy, n*gga, you a dummy (dummy)
N*gga, you a dummy

(N*ggas really bummy and that sh*t ain’t funny, I put a lot on my money, what the b*tch want from me)

@resttinpeacenovember

(Ay, ay)

I got hoes in my comments, the f*ck am I supposed to do 
They just f*ckin’ wit’ my ism, girl, this isn’t about you 
I’m really hard body, I’ll prolly take your life with my crew 

(Off the molly all jolly, lil baby, come through)

But yo phone gettin’ took so you don’t have a clue where we at wit’ it
Bad b*tches holdin’ on my glock, we got mad switches 
Burnin’ all this gas leaking pathogens 
HoodVampTaliban, Tokers Town, we savages 

@iM4kLiJ

Even God can’t murk the vet
My dogs poppin’ big glocks and Percocets
I’m a hot n*gga, b*tch bop and serve me neck
I’m a opp, n*ggas trying to pop and serve me death, n*gga
Even the devil can’t murk me
My n*ggas poppin’ big metal and lil perkys
Only time I got stripped when police searchin’
Your b*tch said that you need to start workin’

N*ggas ain’t gettin’ money, n*ggas down bad, hurtin’
Ain’t gettin’ money, these n*ggas down bad, hurtin’
I f*cked your hoe in a brand new jersey
I’m a player (aye)

(You trying to save her)

@resttinpeacenovember

Came in this b*tch on my lonesome 
Why he claiming the sett, I don’t know son 
The devil tried taking me out of this world but I came back, that b*tch was a close one 
Now I gotta f*ck b*tches in foursomes
Have like four sons, give ‘em mo’ guns 
Go get mo’ funds 
So I lowball, snowball the f*ck out of the motion

Glocks N Perks (feat. RIP November) (cat/ remix)

4K Lij - The Beginning of Time
Produced by 4K Lij & SKEST

Lyrics

The Beginning of Time

4K Lij - 5 Missed Calls
Produced by 4K Lij & PacoTheLyricist
Co-prod by SKEST

Lyrics

5 Missed Calls

Comfortable

Lyrics

@im4klij

(Hmm, hmm)
Put a button on shorty sentence like baby what you want from me
I pull up with Dickies fitted, clutching arm, awfully
If it ain’t ‘bout no money, lil baby, why would I fuck on you, you
Lil baby, why would I fuck on you
Lil baby, why would I fuck on you

(Hmm)
I’m moving on demon time
I hit Rich like I need a line
I hit Kash past 5 like I need gas pack for the opps that died, on god
I need opp pack for the, wait
Said, I need gas pack for the opps that died
I need gas pack for the opps that died

(Hmm, hmm)
Put a button on shorty sentence like baby what you want from me
I pull up with Dickies fitted, clutching arm, awfully
If it ain’t ‘bout no money, lil baby, why would I fuck on you, you
Lil baby, why would I fuck on you
Lil baby, why would I fuck on you

@anti.billy__

I got bad bitches, so tell me why would I fuck with you
Imma need a couple racks, I might need a few
Imma tell you what I want, but you gotta do
You got a nigga, oh, that’s bool, I hope he see it through
Pop out, big sticks, my niggas really in the mood
My bad lil nigga, I don’t really fuck with you
You can leave with your bitch, we still got a few
I’m not worried about a bitch that’s gone pick and choose 
Hold on, this pill jus kicked in, man, I’m high as fuck
Vision blurry and I'm tripping, got the tooly tucked
For any niggas that’s around, but who gone really bust?
No new friends around me, ‘cos I don’t really trust
I’m with the SETT and vampires who really fuck it up
301, nocturnal babies, can’t get rid of us
I’m with the SETT and vampires who really fuck it up
Evil still being feared, don’t you fuck with us

So, tell me why would I fuck with you
Lil bitch, I don’t fuck with you
So, tell me why would I fuck with you
Lil bitch, I don’t fuck with you

Produced by Gentle

4K Lij + Anti.Billy ~D3MONTIME (Video On Youtube)

Southpaw

LONGLIVEPACO

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Glocks N Perks (feat. RIP November) (cat/ remix)

4K Lij

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