Feel like going into my symbiote arc after listening to this!!!

a perfect song to beeing playing some shooter game on a Heavy mode

Wow Man that Bass Is absolute fire🔥🔥🔥💎love the vocals too👌🗿💎

Dope trap,but the mixing and mastering don't really sound good to my liking, improve them and you'll see 🤝🔥

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https://us.7digital.com/artist/draconian-grime/release/mic-east-west-cheque-explicit-43543866

Mic East West Cheque

i have a lust problem

Wash It Down

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Air Max Jogger Fit

hip hop started boiling

Quick

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)

[Chorus]
(Yeah) Who gon’ slide wit’ me? (Wooh)
Who gon’ ride wit’ me? (Let's go!)
Who gon’ die for me? (Brrra)
Bitch, who really outside wit’ me? (Pow!)

(Yeah) Who gon’ slide wit’ me? (Skrrt)
Who gon’ ride wit’ me? (Boom)
Who gon’ die for me? (Ayy)
Bitch, who really outside wit’ me? (Rah-Rah)

[Verse 1]
Choppa sing like melodies, watch that opp boy take a nap (Brr)
Told me, "Put that Glock away," nah, we spinnin’ right back (Skrrt)
We don’t play wit’ opposition, send that addy, get ‘em whacked (Boom)
223s gon’ fold his chest, make sure his fuckn' ribs collapse (Blah)

Yeah, we slide, fuck a mask, let ‘em know just who we is (Yeah)
I ain’t never need a deal, been a boss since I was six (Huh)
Grew up ‘round them sticks and bricks, keep a drum, no need for switch (Brr)
Say my name inside a diss? Now his gang ain't sayin’ shit (Shh)

Hop out like a task force, camoed up in all black (Skrrt)
Switches on them Glocks, boy, this ain’t Fortnite, ain't no cap (Boom)
Hollows twist inside his chest, boy, he gon’ bleed out where he at (Blah)
Say he tough, but he just actin’—he ain't built for combat (Nah)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Yeah) What the fuck is that? (Boom)
(Yeah) What the fuck is that? (Brr)
Bitch, that’s how we step on nigas (Step)
Turn his whip into a pack (Skrrt)

[Chorus]
Who gon’ slide wit’ me? (Boom)
Who gon’ ride wit’ me? (Brrra)
Who gon’ die for me? (Skrrt)
Bitch, who really outside wit’ me? (Pow!)

Who gon’ slide wit’ me? (Rah-Rah)
Who gon’ ride wit’ me? (Boom)
Who gon’ die for me? (Ayy)
Bitch, who really outside wit’ me? (Blah)

[Verse 2]
I don’t do no back-and-forth, I just up this 40 torch (Boom)
Glock got kick, it break his ribs, he hit the ground, can’t find his voice (Ayy)
Ain’t no mercy, hit his homie, they gon’ take that boy in pairs (Yeah)
AR got that scope, I see him clear like this a movie glare (Skrrt)

One, two, three, four (Brr)
Bust his top, now close that door (Boom)
Five, six, seven, eight (Ayy)
All his dawgs ain't comin’ home (Nah)

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve (Huh)
Fuck them jakes, won’t ever tell (Nope)
223s hit through his vest, make his heartbeat skip like Dell (Boom, boom, boom)
Bullets spin like DJ sets, watch ‘em drop, no fairy tale (Blah)

[Bridge]
Ayy, my Draco like my ex, she quick to bust on sight (Huh)
Let a niga play wit’ me, we spin they block twice in a night (Skrrt)
Why these rappers cap so much? They ain't never took no life (Never)
Bitch, my Glock be talkin’ loud, you gon’ think this hoe got rights (Blah, blah)

Hollows jump like trampoline, make ‘em flip up out they jeans (Boom)
Caught him lackin’, made ‘em freeze, shoulda moved wit’ more esteem (Yeah)
Bitch, we deadly wit’ this beam, red dot turn his shirt maroon (Pow)
Ain't no warnin’, when we slide, we turn that whip into a tomb (Blah)

[Chorus]
Who gon’ slide wit’ me? (Brrra)
Who gon’ ride wit’ me? (Boom)
Who gon’ die for me? (Skrrt)
Bitch, who really outside wit’ me? (Pow, pow)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Outside with Me [Prod. PMO Music]

Full Album//All Plaftorms- https://unitedmasters.com/m/planet-13-vol-1

Planet 13 (Disc 1)

Lyrics:

(PMO Music)

[Intro]
Hop in that jet (hop in that jet)
Balmain fit, got a Glock, no vest, and my wrist on wet (yeah, yeah)
In the stu with gang
Eyes low but I'm sharp, got checks on deck (woah, woah)
Run that bag up fast (run that bag up fast)
I need full respect (I need full respect)
I been ready for war, but I play it smart
Gotta move correct (gotta move correct)
Baby, I’m complex (baby, I’m complex)
I got racks, no stress (I got racks, no stress)
Park that whip, two-tone tint
Whole block get vexed (whole block get vexed)
.44 ACP (brra, brra, brra)
Ain’t no talk for free (ain’t no talk for free)
Ain’t no lookin’ back, on the fast lane
Ain’t no crossin’ me (sku, sku, sku)

[Verse 1]
Reppin' my block (yeah!)
I’m out in LA (pa, pa, pa)
Ain’t no stopping me
Ten deep in the spot, no time to play (nah, nah)
Take my time, no regrets, never no sleep, that’s just my wave
You had one shot, now it’s over, gotta move quick, no delay
Dubai, New York (Dubai, New York)
New York to the Bay (New York to the Bay)
I’m out there for work
Always on the move, ain't no way I stay
Ain’t no sittin’ still (ain’t no sittin’ still)
I’m just like Zidane (awouiw)
Shawty can’t forget, she won’t let me go
‘Cause I’m way too sly (sly, sly, sly)

[Pre-Chorus]
All my dogs go wild, they don’t come from Paris
I got that FN beam, name that thing McLaren
I got that hard drive, hard drive
All these girls on live, girls on live
You get caught in that Ra-Ra-Raptor (pah!)
Ra-Ra-Raptor
Ain’t no fake ones in my section
Pull up masked up like a weapon
Residue inside the kitchen
Homies blastin’ from a distance

[Chorus]
Ayy, Lewis Hamilton
Push that foreign like I’m racing on adrenaline
Speeding off in that Turbo Cayenne
Blow through racks, got it all in advance
Snatch your bag, even take your plan (ha)
Ey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey

[Verse 2]
Houston, Dubai (Houston, Dubai)
Dubai to LA (Dubai to LA)
I’m out here for work
Too deep in the game, gotta find my way
Ain’t no time to chill (ain’t no time to chill)
I’m just like Karim (awouiw)
They can’t stop me now, they remember me
‘Cause I’m way too mean (grie-grie-grie-g)

[Bridge]
That cash in them packs, stack it up in racks
Better not move wrong, or they pull out straps
Do this for my city, never turn my back
Ain’t no looking back, I’m just moving past
Baby, move slow, come and count this stash
Hella racks, double up real fast
Foreign coupe but I can’t even stop
Riding for more, so I shop nonstop
Abu Dhabi trips, but I been a top
Big amount, so they watch my guap
Slide with the gang, no need for talk
Skinny dude but I keep that Glock

[Outro]
Houston, Dubai (Houston, Dubai)
Dubai to LA (Dubai to LA)
I’m out here for work
Always on the move, ain't no way I stay
Ain’t no sittin’ still (ain’t no sittin’ still)
I’m just like Karim (awouiw)
They can’t stop me now, they remember me


Turbo Cayenne [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) (Huh) (Let's get it)

[Verse 1]
They call me Slick and they know how I step (step)
She got that drip and she droppin' it off in a whip — make a mess (skrrt)
I need a bib, this pressure a gift, no rookie, I’m built like a vet (facts)
I move with a chip on my shoulder, the blick on my hip, I don't flex, I protect (grrah)
She say I'm cold but I’m heatin' her soul — baby, I ghosted the text (brrr)
Playin' it smart but the Glock got a switch, I don't argue, I settle with tech (boom)
Whippin’ up plays off the Zelle and the CashApp
I ain’t just rap, I’m the asset (big)
You out here cappin’ and tweetin’ for clout
I’m out here livin' it — past that (wooh)
Block hot, hoodie on when I step (step)
Stay in the cut like a Gillette (yeah)
If she keep askin’ me "where you at?"
I'ma switch numbers and reset (gone)

[Chorus]
Workin’ the streets, from AM to dusk (grindin’)
They tryna compete, but they ain't built like us (nah)
Keep me a freak, she don’t need no trust (nope)
Soon as I nut — (I’m ghost) — she crushed
I’m never gon’ chill — (not ever) — too real
I got it on lock like a vice on steel
Shooters on go with a vibe you can feel
Get outta line and you dyin' for real (grrah)

[Verse 2]
I got a freak who get nasty with manners (uh)
Don’t need no flash, she still got the glamour
Told her to ride, she jumped on like a scammer
Made her tap out with no camera (nah)
They watchin' my moves, I’m spinnin' in silence
Ain’t gotta post proof, I’m the pilot (facts)
Opps tryna link? Man, them boys childish
I’m somewhere remote gettin’ mileage (vroom)
I’m pushin’ the brand like I’m part of the label
I’m stackin' like Cain at the table
If it ain’t money, that convo disabled
Won’t do no fakin’ — I’m fatal (BRrrra)
Told my youngin' if he can't get a strap
Then load up a sock with a padlock (pow)
Gotta get it by any means
Even if it mean servin' the backdrop (serve)

[Chorus]
Workin’ the streets, from AM to dusk (wooh)
They tryna compete, but they ain't built like us (nah)
Keep me a freak, she don’t need no trust (never)
Soon as I nut — (I’m ghost) — she crushed
I’m never gon’ chill — (not ever) — too real
I got it on lock like a vice on steel
Shooters on go with a vibe you can feel
Get outta line and you dyin' for real (grrah)

[Verse 3]
They be like "how?" (how?), I just be movin' in silence
Whole gang sturdy, no guidance (let's go)
Put her on game, now she grindin’
But don’t get too close, she violent (vicious)
She post a pic with the chain in her hand
She buggin', now she on the blacklist (blocked)
Say she ain’t messin’ with nobody else
But I got the drop from a actress (facts)
They puttin' devices in ride shares
I’m switchin' the route with the fast gears (zoom)
Told my young bro if they reach for his soul
Then leave 'em laid out like last year (wooh)
I been performin', they know I deliver
She said I’m cold — I’m a blizzard (ice)
I got a shooter, he livin’ on edge
He call it a thrill, not a trigger (pop)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah — still goin'

AM to Dusk [Prod. PMO Music]

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EVL takes a jab at trying to sell his soul for fortune and fame!

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Just Sign Here (Prod. Kid Ocean)

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