Lyrics:

(TRIPLE777)
Yuh,
I could do this all day,
if you dont think im legit come and look at my face
you a disgrace,
I dont play im gettin payed for plays so put the mula on the
table or come meet yo fate!

(BLCKK)
look at how ya bitch got played,
you ain’t gotta love it but get the fuck out the way,
either way it go ima fucking carry the weight,
I don’t slow shit down till it’s everybody straight!

(TRIPLE777)
Ima dick in the moshpit
UNDERLORD mobbin,
Give me all the money cause that is yo only option,
Crashin yo party,
Steppin like the army,
Bitch you aint hard cause you built like a Barbie!

(BLCKK)
really shoulda shot me,
I don’t fuck around with the kids tryna pop me,
next month trippin it’s a rack for the feature,
fuck T 7 ima beat him in a seizure,
dont fuck with y’all neither, yeah!

(TRIPLE777)
Bitch,
put that money where it needa be,
bitch,
fuck all that talkin we gon really see,
Im smokin beats like I used to smoke tree,
had to clear my mind to come and kick out yo teeth!

(BLCKK)
i’m up on that shit like it’s back when I started,
I got my paper aint that what you wanted,
set my shit up in y’all city im solid,
shit that I did prolly make me a target!

(TRIPLE777)
Unfortunately im fortunate bet you fuckin mad,
we recordin it while you snortin it well see who gets the bag,
unlike Jay Z I wasnt focused on the Ave,
My home is anywhere where im making music so gas!

(BLCKK)  
die slow bitch I wanna kick it with the worst one,
I been picking up habits and bitch i’m not done,
they put me out of commission and bitch I still won,
keep fucking working the kitchen I’m fucking on one!

(HXSTAGE)
Get up, 
Pick up,
Bags of the money I’m fuckin 
Pissed off, 
Fists up, 
Talkin shit it’s your skull that I’m fuckin, 
Stomp my boots thru the back of his head,
Talking shit online think he tough now that bitch fuckin dead,
Failing 7 times to make a wave lookin ass bitch, 
“I just need my motherfuckin drugs!”
Yo shit trash bitch,
Fuck both these faggots on the front half I’m fuckin up the back half,
Peach rings out the backpack I grab that,
Yo,
You look like a clown bitch you a fuckin joke,
Please don’t stick around bitch I hope you fuckin choke!

(TRIPLE777)
I told you not to fuck wimme unless you gettin buck wimmie,
you fuck wimme you end up under me and thats a guarantee,
and nobody ever got the meaning the vision I be seein, 
feelin so damn defeated said fuck it ima keep on teachin,
runnin to the top cause god I need it god I need it,
I be dreamin cant stop thinkin bout the time that ima beat this!
fuck it,
enter my mind,
my demons reply,
its where this reside,
my passion divine!

fin :3

VAMPED

VAMPED - FT. BLCKK x HXSTAGE (PROD. T7)

Lyrics:

I remember way back when no one hittin up my phone callin me they little bro now they won’t leave me alone,
Fuck is up with that lil bro yah you a joke I been out here on my own so stop claiming that we folk,
Motha fucka I been on my shit,
Motha fucka I been on my shit,
Motha fucka you brand new bitch,
Tryna wiggle in my circle dawg sit,
Motha fucka I been on my shit,
Motha fucka I been on my shit,
Motha fucka you brand new bitch,
Tryna wiggle in my circle dawg sit,
2 hell hounds chained by my side,
My chariot ride to the sound of yo cry’s,
You can pray now but I will still rise,
The UNDERLORD flys with the wings of demise,
Me and my ghouls gonna crash the after party,
Chillin on the couch we all dead like a zombie,
We just stole the AUX and we put on Playboy Carti,
Shoutout all my day ones they be permanent like sharpie,
In my brain there’s a bag bitch,
In this plane you gotta scrap bitch,
Run it up ima talk my shit,
Run it up ima top yo shit,
Eat steak and pop a tag bitch,
New shoes look at that shit,
Blowin up like some fallout shit,
I’m to fast you can’t follow this,
I’m yo worst nightmare, 
With that fresh footwear,
Sayonara take care,
My talents goin elsewhere,
I’m ready for that warfare, 
You lookin like a damn square, 
Bitch I come correct here,
bitch,
Motha fucka I been on my shit,
Motha fucka I been on my shit,
Motha fucka you brand new bitch,
Tryna wiggle in my circle dawg sit,
Motha fucka I been on my shit,
Motha fucka I been on my shit,
Motha fucka you brand new bitch,
Tryna wiggle in my circle dawg sit,
2 hell hounds chained by my side,
My chariot ride to the sound of yo cry’s,
You can pray now but I will still rise,
The UNDERLORD flys with the wings of demise!

KICKASS

KICKASS (PROD. T7)

Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/album/3ihAXxq7mp5MzrYCiCpCQd

prod: 
@fidi-946222141
@uglyjabronifony
mix/vox:
@lvstforpain

STREAM ON SPOTIFY

DOUBLE UP! *freestyle* (PROD. FIDI x FONY WALLACE)

MONiiKA BUU X MOONLUVSLUNA-THEFNAFTIMELINE[prod. yungraydah]

Circus w/ IssBrokie (prod. plucksunset)

STO_MP (PROD. SOLSA)

lyrics:

(kami)
Real-deal stepper, come up out the cut
yea lil brodie dodge smoke, boy we buckin or what
i got em stuttering , stumbling, fumbling, over his words cuddy there ain’t no if, ands, or buts
jyeah bitch 
Further the faction, it’s fuck your philosophy
boy you ain’t bout it, fuck allat dishonesty
your death is definite, there ain’t no probably
foot on their necks and it’s fuck your apology

(kami)
i keep on moving i’m never gon rest bitch
i just sold fentanyl percs to a sped kid
stay with the poles like a fucking election 
call me a tutor how i’m finna test him 
Pull it with no hesitation
rocks on my neck, all the diamonds caucasian 
fuck that bitch once ain’t even know what her name is
then i’m gon give her the kick like i’m sheamus 
my fabric designer who the fuck gon tussle
This chopper here lift, i let it burn like Usher
got 2 twin glock, they never separated i guess you say they in love with each other
did all this shit on my own need no manager got VS1 diamonds they colder than canada 
walk in and the ice on my neck change the temperature 
oh that’s yo bitch? sorry brodie i handled her 

(vooted)
strangle her 
beat on that pussy lil bitch ima damage yuh
she do what i say like im mothafuckin manager
me and kami gonna step on the scene its a mothafuckin massacre

(kami)
what the fuck is blud waffling bout
i don’t talk on twitter i just shoot unannounced 
we came strapped we not playing around
yes this choppa finna make a hell of a sound

(vooted)
my niggas dogs in the pound 
try to run up and you lost and not found
gun make yo body hit the mothafuckin ground
and vooted inbound to your town
i pull up at night like a fucking hellhound
i skin his mothafuckin face off
decapitate that nigga wita chainsaw
i am a mothafuckin outlaw
and ill kick that nigga he get lockjaw
bitch im incredible 
making her scream lika festival 
money on decimal 
money get flexible 
yes it get stretchable
he acting skeptical 
aim with the reticle 
turn that lil boy to a vegetable 
make em forgettable 
he need a medical 
soul is no longer accessible 
i done came in this bitch to go murder
i fuck on his bitch then i dip ima dirt her
he act like a bitch cause he know ima hurt her
im talking about him cause he pussy indeed
im never alone all my niggas in 3’s
i keep a gun on my dash
if he want the smoke thats his ass
when im grabbing his face ima smash
oh she want a pretty little mister
blade in her man he got stabbed like a splinter 
tryin to prevent a
mothafucking end yuh

(kami)
Real-deal stepper, come up out the cut
yea lil brodie dodge smoke, boy we buckin or what
i got em stuttering , stumbling, fumbling, over his words cuddy there ain’t no if, ands, or buts
jyeah bitch 
Further the faction, it’s fuck your philosophy
boy you ain’t bout it, fuck allat dishonesty
your death is definite, there ain’t no probably
foot on their necks and it’s fuck your apology

(hachi)
Up that stick
I'mma up that bitch
I'mma pull with the gang, we gon' fuck that bitch
It's a gangbang hoe we gon' run this shtick
If you fucking wit' us then you gon' die quick
It's over, I got the sun in my hand
And I blow it right over
Hellstorm 'n' tornadoes break his composure
Yo' buddy is dead thought I'd give you some closure
He mediocore
Schrondinger model, I'm dead and alive
A hypothetical but look in my eye
You'd fuck with a god but you don't wanna die
I know that he cry, he ain't tough he lie
He ride with the set but he ain't wit the way
He just like a surfer, the beach, the wave
Rapping the words that he get told to say  
Ye' ain't mean this shit, so just walk away
Hunnid drums mean a hunnid rounds
Times a hunnid thou
In the backseat
Like I'm Xvooted I fuck in the backseat
Red dot, his face, look like it's acne
Like he an Indian
He getting sent to Samadhi
I ride wit' my blood don't just ride
Wit' nobody
I Need some help cus I'm rowdy
I'm descending to hell cus I'm God, I embody

FUCK YOUR PHiLOSOPHY w/ 238HACHIMAN

For fun might drop on all plats someday when finished if I can 
**2025 update: this is an archive track. I lost the file may revisit this :( **
RIP Hella Sketchy </3
Prod creds: https://soundcloud.com/hellasketchy

-LYRICS-
Hit the wock
down like 25 gallons ay

Purple spit
and my nails like talons ay

Drop on the floor
n wake at Jimmy Fallons ay

It dont matter where I be
Got my glocky next to me
It dont matter where I be
Got my glocky next to me
It dont matter where I be

Walkin down the street
with 50 on me
On Afton Street
Sippin lean on repeat AY AY

Got the purple drink
an it spillin on me
on Afton Street
Sippin lean and repeat AY AY

WILLIAM AFTON DRINKS LEAN unmixed demo (2023 Throwaway) (prod. Hella Sketchy)

JUMANJI

HATE ME! [PROD. EYELE55]

ARTIST: ZILLVH
PRRODUCER: Bowsy
MIXED: ZILLVH
ARTWORK: ZILLVH

ROCK IT OUT! (Prod. Bowsy)

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