L-CARNITINE

Doe Slurp - SUBUWU
A phonk/deep house mix ready to bust your speakers up!

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SUBUWU (Doe Slurp)

HEATSEEKER

$WERVE, Ethan Ross, CAIRO! - HEATSEEKER

(Hook) - CAIRO!

Yo
Boiii you keep talkin that shit
So if u really bout it pull up and don't flinch
And Let's Go
I know you in love w that bitch
Is she the one u callin your wife cuz
That is my hoe
And she keep suckin my dick
And don't you love the way she bend over and touch 
On her toes, bitch I know, he layin low
Cuz he don't want smoke

Bitch I came up from the bricks
Only way I thought I'd get out of that shit
Was a rope
All my boy's hittin them licks
Either that or they with the fiends and they
Sellin dat dope
And since we ain't never had shit
Ya gotta love the way a young nigga been
Drippin in gold, if he don't, he layin low
Cuz he don't want smoke


(Verse) - Ethan Ross

Say my name lil bitch do it justice, fuck this, ima go abuse another substance, cut with a different cloth then the fuck shit, constant panic on my mind from what I done did. On me, bitch I got bandz in my black jeans, tight grip pussy be controlling she a mad ting. Baffling, my haters broke hey say they fasting. All cap, yo pockets dust it’s embarrassing. Lemme address it, shawty wear that dress just for me I undress it, she looking sexy, she like it when I get aggressive, the way she throw it back is oh-so impressive// gonna be swinging fists I’m dangerous to fuck boys, I told him shut the fuck up I do not wanna hear one noise, I’m raging in the street with all goons we breaking windows, he said his gang outside you ain’t outside you little bitch hoe


(Hook) - CAIRO!

Yo
Boiii you keep talkin that shit
So if u really bout it pull up and don't flinch
And Let's Go
I know you in love w that bitch
Is she the one u callin your wife cuz
That is my hoe
And she keep suckin my dick
And don't you love the way she bend over and touch 
On her toes, bitch I know, he layin low
Cuz he don't want smoke

Bitch I came up from the bricks
Only way I thought I'd get out of that shit
Was a rope
All my boy's hittin them licks
Either that or they with the fiends and they
Sellin dat dope
And since we ain't never had shit
Ya gotta love the way a young nigga been
Drippin in gold, if he don't, he layin low
Cuz he don't want smoke

SMOKE!

SMOKE! - Ft. Ethan Ross (Prod Dxnilukx)

Day$okee- MUDD w/ $WERVE & Grioten

Yuh
Aye
Aye
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in yo door takin all your fucking shit
Like
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in your door takin all yo fucking shit
Like
All these little bitch boys
Fuck out my face I'm running to the bag
I need all my cake
Little shawty on her back I nut on her face
You don't flip no packs you a little mistake
Get up off my back
Get up off my dick
I don't fuck with no rats
You can eat this clip
Get out of my stack
Get out of my pack
Ima load this Mac
It gonna rip a stick
Fuck with the bum that's your biggest mistake
I got some hittas that need a new rank
Talk on my gang he gonna end up the same
Talk all that shit but you ain't about a stain
Cut up your throat you can choke on smoke
I been cooking up fire they on it like dope
Whip all white and it just like the Pope
Stick all black and it gon take your soul
You cannot fuck with the kid bitch you ain't on my level
We cooking them up and we poppin like kettle
I'm cuttin yo head you get left with a bezel
I'm taking your money your mouth to the metal
Like
Hangin out the window shotgun in my palms I'm high as fuck
Cruisin smokin indo lookin for another stain get left with blood

Yuh
Aye
Aye
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in yo door takin all your fucking shit
Like
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in your door takin all yo fucking shit
Like
All these little bitch boys
Fuck out my face I'm running to the bag
I need all my cake
Little shawty on her back I nut on her face
You don't flip no packs you a little mistake
Get up off my back
Get up off my dick
I don't fuck with no rats
You can eat this clip
Get out of my stack
Get out of my pack
Ima load this Mac
It gonna rip a stick
Fuck with the bum that's your biggest mistake
I got some hittas that need a new rank
Talk on my gang he gonna end up the same
Talk all that shit but you ain't about a stain
Cut up your throat you can choke on smoke
I been cooking up fire they on it like dope
Whip all white and it just like the Pope
Stick all black and it gon take your soul
You cannot fuck with the kid bitch you ain't on my level
We cooking them up and we poppin like kettle
I'm cuttin yo head you get left with a bezel
I'm taking your money your mouth to the metal
Like
Hangin out the window shotgun in my palms I'm high as fuck
Cruisin smokin indo lookin for another stain get left with blood

SHUT UP! w/ FINDMYNAME

Lyrics:

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

In this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

I'm in this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

Ain’t no beef with me this ain’t a steakhouse
If you really got a problem we could fade out
Get a little clout and then you phase out
Finally realize that you all played out

Quarter mil up on the table got an Earache
Fuck they gonna do for me at this rate?
If I don't sign I won’t be nothin’ but that’s fear based
Bigger numbers than your roster in the present day

Got a bad lil bitch and she ten toes
No bra, no panties, that’s the dress code
I’m Eric Draven out the grave, know the dead rose
Shinigami in my dreams writin’ death notes

Right back, right back, right back
Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write back, write back, write back
Hit me the for feature I don’t write back

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

I'm in this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

I'm in this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

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OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS

Lyrics: (Intro)

Before Corona I was livin like a loner
Now I got a fuckin dime piece I can call up when I wanna
I've been gettin better imma tell em if they don't know 
Everybody who was doubtin all the sudden turned to goners


(Hook)

I've runnin up these bags, bitches gettin mad now I hear them talkin that bitch ass trash
I've been runnin laps, left em in the past I don't hear no talkin cuz y'all down bad
Hahaha bitch I knew I'd get the last laugh on these niggas, sorry I ain't sorry goin bad bad on these niggas
And I knew I'd get the last laugh on these bitches so I'm fuckin skeetin rat-ta-tat-tat on these bitches


(verse)

Goddamn lately I do what I wanna, cum right in her face like that ain't somebody daughter
Since a kid man I knew I'd be a baller, with a couple hoes that I have to keep in order
Bounce that ass like a chevy impala 1967 baby girl go shake ya blessins right
Got your ex out her preein like a stalker colt 1911 it gon send that boiii to heaven no problem

Pussy why you talkin bout me
Hold that fuckin talk boiii we gon meet in the streets uh huh
You ain't never been in no beef
Probably fuckin why that he don't carry no heat uh huh


(Hook)

I've runnin up these bags, bitches gettin mad now I hear them talkin that bitch ass trash
I've been runnin laps, left em in the past I don't hear no talkin cuz y'all down bad
Hahaha bitch I knew I'd get the last laugh on these niggas, sorry I ain't sorry goin bad bad on these niggas
And I knew I'd get the last laugh on these bitches so I'm fuckin skeetin rat-ta-tat-tat on these bitches


(Verse 2, Kuma the Third)

Fuck all the waiting,
Shit entertaining,
Sucka wanna leave me but I paved my way,
Finna dance on your grave,
When they chanting my name,
I’m sorry not sorry but you playing my game,
Screen time causing downtime,
You be hella lucky to be ready in the morning,
Finna need a pit stop,
Ready when this shit drop,
Cuz you down bad when the cameras start rolling,
Fuck all the waiting,
Shit entertaining,
Sucka wanna leave me but I paved my way,
Finna dance on your grave,
When they chanting my name,
I’m sorry not sorry but you playing my game,
Cuz you bad,
And you getting mad,
Fuck you and your face,
lil snitch I’ll pass,
I be loading mags,
Putting on a mask,
Sorry not sorry but I got the last laugh


(Hook)

I've runnin up these bags, bitches gettin mad now I hear them talkin that bitch ass trash
I've been runnin laps, left em in the past I don't hear no talkin cuz y'all down bad
Hahaha bitch I knew I'd get the last laugh on these niggas, sorry I ain't sorry goin bad bad on these niggas
And I knew I'd get the last laugh on these bitches so I'm fuckin skeetin rat-ta-tat-tat on these bitches

CAIRO! x Kuma the Third - LAST LAUGH (Prod. Shneaky x prodbyjxn)

Lyrics:

Like this like that 
You copy my style bitch you copy my rap
Whenever I see you bitch Ima attack
Why you on my dick bitch I’m on the map

Mutherfucka wanna copy paste bitch 
Make your own shit, I don’t wanna see you on my feed
Like, I don’t wanna be like that
But every time I see you I see me

You are my son sit down bitch bark like speed
If you wiggle your tail bitch I’ll give you a treat
Copy and paste all the way to my speech 
Now they wanna be like me like me like me

Lil peep white tee 
Bitch suck my d
Getting money and the bag is the only thing I see
Boy I am the king, bitch come please me

Only thing I’m fucking dragging is deez deez deez deez 
Deez nutz in the back of your spleen bitch 
You are a ho bitch flash your tee
Yeah I’m faded then a ho don’t smoke with me 

Big body boo bitch you don’t want to fw 
I got yo bitch in the back and she bumpin
Bumpin that shit like the way she be clapping 
I enter the scene and you know you should tap in

I spit on the mic I be rippity rapping
M14 shoot a bitch with a weapon 
Hitting the gas like it’s seven eleven
Boom bop bitch hit a bitch with a left hand

Bitch wanna ruin my life
All I wanna do is you all day all night
Bitches wanna say I’m nice 
But they don’t even know how I’m like in the night

I love it when she walk away
Cause that's where I want her to stay
Bitch stay out my way
Yeah Crunching my time till the day I can say that I made it because that's how I play

Imagine the bag if I gave it my all
If I’m on the top bitch I'm never gone’ fall
I’ll give it my best bitch I'm never gone’ rest 
So many bags bitch I call it a fest

Like this, you just wants to be like me bitch
I don’t wanna talk if you don’t bring cheese bitch
I don’t wanna fuck if your not gunna leave bitch 
Shut the fuck up go get your own streams bitch (yuh)

Mutherfucka wanna copy paste bitch 
Make your own shit, I don’t wanna see you on my feed
Like, I don’t wanna be like that
But every time I see you I see me

You are my son sit down bitch bark like speed
If you wiggle your tail bitch I’ll give you a treat
Copy and paste all the way to my speech 
Now they wanna be like me like me like me

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COPY!

COPY! w/ -Prey

@northsidecai, @svlient66 on IG

Lyrics:

(Hook)

No name bitches they ain't fuckin with me, I'm a bossed up youngin but I feel like the OG
And I left one bitch had her beggin on her knees, so it's on to the next one I do what I please
Bitch dance I weren't her type when I had no fans, I was her type when I got some bands
Oh how shit changed she don't got no man, I upped my game got a bitch from France
No name niggas they ain't fuckin with me, I'm a bossed up youngin but I feel like the OG
Ayo man yo shawty wanna be my main squeeze, I just hit it one time now she beggin bitch please
God damn, tell that thot she got no chance, she not no wife just a one night stand
I weren't her type when I had no fans, I was her type when I got some bands

(Bridge, SCARFACE)

Come here give me a kiss, come here, come here, hey hey
Hey fuck you man! Who put this thing together? Me! That's who
Who do I trust
Me

(Verse)

I'm the one they can't cut no slack
Made it out the gutter got racks on racks
And I passed these bitches like quaterbacks
What the fuck you pussy ass niggas know bout shit
I remember I wanted to slit my wrists
I remember days I had no food no crib
Now it seem like everybody on my dick
Ain't it funny way they changed when I got so lit

(Hook)

No name bitches they ain't fuckin with me, I'm a bossed up youngin but I feel like the OG
And I left one bitch had her beggin on her knees, so it's on to the next one I do what I please
Bitch dance I weren't her type when I had no fans, I was her type when I got some bands
Oh how shit changed she don't got no man, I upped my game got a bitch from France
No name niggas they ain't fuckin with me, I'm a bossed up youngin but I feel like the OG
Ayo man yo shawty wanna be my main squeeze, I just hit it one time now she beggin bitch please
God damn, tell that thot she got no chance, she not no wife just a one night stand
I weren't her type when I had no fans, I was her type when I got some bands

CAIRO! - NONAME! (Prod. Svlient)

Workin! prod mupp

MYBAD! w/Ethan Ross (prod. sayfalse x SaintRxse)

Lyrics:

Ring around a rosie with a patek in my bag (Ay, yuh)
Ima shoot you in your face with a motherfucking cap (Ay, ay, yuh)

When I pull up with the wolf pack, don’t back down 
When I punch you in the gut you finna learn to make a frown
When you running round town looking like a fucking clown don’t duck
Tell a muthafucka come up 

Fuck love, I don’t want to be locked up 
fucked up, put you in a comma
I ain’t tryna fuck right now cause the money going up
The gang blowing up Kawasaki 
Bitch I pull out the katana if you looking at me funny

Bitch suck it, Fuck it, tuck it, I don’t give a fuck what you do, don’t love it 
Yeah I fucking take it to the grave, 
Fuck all them bitches they fake 
Only thing I do is get paid

Sorry Touka, but I’m not going back to anteiku with you

It’s like fuck you bitch, I got shit do
I got tons clips that don’t leave this room
If you want that smoke, then let’s hit the gas 
I got energy that put you in last

Like bitch this inner circle don’t pop
Got my team and we going up 
If you envy me then you flop
Goth bitch so bad she giving me top (Ay, Yuh)

Mutherfucker wanna copy past bitch make your own shit 
Like thank you next, no ari
Bitch let me cook, ima make a new potion
If you a hater, motherfucker just go 

If I pull up in a Bentley and you run up in a jeep 
You a waste of my breath, go find a new team

Go find new team bitch go find a new team 
When I pull up in a mutherfucking rari, bitch you know I go full speed
Throw that ass back, I know what you want, I what you need 
Diamonds and rings, diamonds and rings, diamonds and rings, diamonds and rings

When I pull up with the wolf pack, don’t back down 
When I punch you in the gut you finna learn to make a frown
When you running round town looking like a fucking clown don’t duck
Tell a muthafucka come up 

Fuck love, I don’t want to be locked up 
fucked up, put you in a comma
I ain’t tryna fuck right now cause the money going up
The gang blowing up Kawasaki 
Bitch I pull out the katana if you looking at me funny

Bitch suck it, Fuck it, tuck it, I don’t give a fuck what you do, don’t love it 
Yeah I fucking take it to the grave, 
Fuck all them bitches they fake 
Only thing I do is get paid

KR ONE

Grioten

It’s like that

KR:ONE x Grioten - #TokyoGxng

Put You In A COFFIN! w/ HXI

Solar is Bia Stum’s first flight — an honest portrait of a girl who comes from where sunlight sneaks through the cracks and courage is built from scraps. It’s an album made of quiet glances at loud things: the first love that didn’t quite work, the inner noise that won’t go away, the city’s silence that somehow hears everything.

With lyrics that feel like homegrown confessions and sidewalk daydreams, Bia sings about getting lost and finding herself again, with a voice that’s raw, tender, and unfiltered. Her sound moves through landscapes of indie pop, soft electronic textures, and emotional post-punk, crafting an atmosphere that feels both intimate and wide open.

Solar isn’t about being okay all the time. It’s about keeping your light on, even when the sky goes dim.
It’s about glowing from the inside out — especially when the world tries to switch you off.

Bia Stum turns doubt into beauty, routine into poetry, and chaos into rhythm.
And with this album, she invites you to do the same: shine your way, from wherever you are, in your own time.

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$WERVE, Ethan Ross, CAIRO! - HEATSEEKER

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