Organ Loaner

Prod. tuMaggz x 6th$ithlord

HHM x $G

https://soundcloud.com/mvkotsunami
https://soundcloud.com/warlordcolossus
https://soundcloud.com/thadarksaiyan
https://soundcloud.com/6thsithlord

Coke Drip (feat. Mvko, Warlord Colossus, Tha Dark $aiyan & 6th$ithlord)

Prod. tuMaggz
_____________________

SKETCHY the demon 
Don't give him a reason
It doesn't take much to get hit by a blade

KIRA's a heathen
A wonder he breathin'
No knife has the power to number his days

NINO's a killa
Go lock up your sista
Your whole family duckin' the draco got sprayed

MAGGZ is eratic 
He with all the static
He's at it again
He brought a few friends...
________________________
Kira Zen: https://soundcloud.com/kirazen

LILSKETCHX: https://soundcloud.com/lilsketchx

GSR Nino: https://soundcloud.com/ninokidfrankenstein

Oni (feat. Kira Zen, LILSKETCHX & GSR Nino) - Single

Oni (feat. Sacrificial Shade, HEXANGEL & NinoKidFrankenstein)

PHONK PARTY - Single

PHONK PARTY (Prod. tuMaggz)

Cover: https://soundcloud.com/blckbrds

Spotify Link: https://open.spotify.com/album/4cfNB66rLSSPO2hRvR02as?si=Cukqh6PLQ9iuRXZyXbhNfg

AUTOBAHN (feat. Mvko)

Prod. tuMaggz

LYRICS:

All these bitches come and go like it’s a two way street
Trying to rob me of my purpose but they won’t stop me
Keep my head above the water even when it gets deep
It’s not what you’re doing wrong it’s what you seem to not see
I don’t have to pay producers yeah I make my own beats
I don’t need a GPS I’ve done my rounds in these streets
I prefer it automatic I like when it repeats
But I didn’t come with ammo I’m Rambo in sharp cleats 
Fatha
Please forgive me for I’ve sinned 
Ask your
Daughter
You can ask her where she’s been
Hell is 
Hotta
Than any place you’ve ever been
As above is cold as fuck so down below my time is spent
If I can be honest
I’ve been bitter for some time now
Oh
Kinda glad I haven’t lost it
But it doesn’t slow the time down
No oh
If I’m being honest
It’s sounding nice to be retired now
Oh
Couple bands up in my pocket
A couple bullets in my spine now
Oh no no
I’m wide awake
High as fuck it’s 3AM 
All my demons came to join me yeah I call these demons friends
What you mean stop playin pretend
What you mean that this is the end 
I gotta dybbuk box in my attic I see life through a different lens 
I got 5 snipers up on them rooftops 1  wrong move and 6 shots get sent
When will I be at peace
6 more hours til rigor mortis
And I’m still not gon repent
When will I be at
If I can be honest
I’ve been bitter for some time now
Oh
Kinda glad I haven’t lost it
But it doesn’t slow the time down
No oh
If I’m being honest 
It’s sounding nice to be retired now
Oh
Couple bands up in my pocket
A couple bullets in my spine now
Oh no no

Dybbuk Box - Single

Dybbuk Box

Prod. TuMaggz

LYRICS:

Interrupting sunday sermon
Just to let em know I’m zooted 
Lil boy bought dat burner 
But I bet he ain’t gon shoot it
Lil shawty sucking up some dick 
Like she a hoover
Flexing on these niggas 
That’s a whole nother maneuver 
Hanging some real niggas yeah these niggas shooters
Sliding shooting with the tail whippin
Boy it ain’t no scooter
Main piece got some double D’s 
Like she works at Hooters 
Why you talk so much 
Shorty yappin had to boot her 

What’s happening
What’s up
Got the purp fired up
Ain’t no east side boy 
Still snappin fingers in the club
Gotta red dot 
Ramsay in the honda with a Walther
That’s a headshot
Red hot  
Quick to make yo bedrock bitch

Ay B 
What’s poppin 
When that album droppin
My shit got woman’s hearts stoppin
Like a fish all your shit floppin 
Catch me flossin on yo
Bitches front patio
Emma Watson looking hoe 
For the photo
No Quasi Modo 
Don’t ring my line bitch 
I walk with it like I’m Frodo 
Hydroponic
Smoking Chronic
Gin & Tonic
Fast like Sonic
Rocket in my pocket 
Put your cousin in a box
Like a fork up in a socket
It’s electric when I rock

Mad Maggz

Zooted

Prod. TuMaggz

LYRICS:

My plug got sleep for value prices like the best inn
I’m quick to shit on niggas put down they whole section 
I’ll be the reason he don’t move without protection 
I might murk a pussy rappa jus fo flexin
I’m proud as fuck of where I’m at like I’m a Texan
I’m at $600 you spent thousands on investing
Shouldn’t you be big as fuck with all that cash spent
Life is tough you might be mid you need to try again

I could never let my streams go make me arrogant 
Give this shit some years 
Your career will be past tense
I’m driving past your party with my music blastin
I got this weight getting lighter feel like I’m fastin
Same lil bitch that calls you cute gon call me daddy
On god
I’m gon discriminate you fucking on these fatties
A lot
My niggas ugly with them fists but stay with baddies
The pot you smoking stankin up the spot best get from round me

Caught him at the light oh yeah that’s him spotemgottem
His bitch was talking too 
I’m snatching weaves in Top to Bottom
Shoot her with an uzi 
Now that bitch Sierra mist
Oops I shot the whole clip and missed now Maggz is pissed
Now I’m at rolling loud rolling fingers out the pound
Your house ain’t brick I’d slide through and really blow it down
Who’s that nigga zombie walkin out the fog now
Call them folks
I think Maggz escaped the dog pound

I’m the type to fuck a hoe get bored then fuck her best friend
I’m quick to shit on niggas put down they whole section 
I’ll be the reason why he move with Smith & Wessons
I might kill a pussy rappa jus fo flexin
I’m proud as fuck of where I’m at like I’m a Texan
I’m at $600 you spent thousands on investing
Why ain’t you big as fuck with all that cash spent
Life is tough you fucking mid so why you tryna win

GUT$ II - Single

GUT$ II

TITAN (feat. Nomad Blue) - Single

TITAN (feat. Nomad Blue)

Prod. yxnglyz
Prod. Shneaky

LYRICS:
Coming up quick 
I got some sick shit in the vault
This ain’t nun
I’m just dabbing in this sound 
Because I can having fun
Get that stick out yo ass boy
You think you doin sum
Making that song again n again just because it trended once
That shit sad as hell
I feel so sorry for you niggas 
Smoking til I’m shell
I heal my sorrows with this liquor
I was raised well
I keep it solid for my niggas
I would raise hell
If I was bothered by you niggas
This one for my playas down south
Bumping Boosie driving slow with some gold in they mouth
Serving tree that shipped from Cali 
They whole hood in the clouds
They got tecs and automatics 
Put yo hood in the ground
Sleep and sound
White folks got some hoods too
They just wear em on they head
If I see a white hood
All the same I shoot em dead
If you come incorrect 
I’ll assume you is a fed
Stay the fuck up out my circle square  you gon fuck up my bread
I’m whipping I-5
Sixty five
Two switches in da trunk
Same nigga with nine knives
Taking lives
Eight left one in your gut
Your bitch want five guys
With no fries
She’s licking on these nuts
Fuck with birds and get left hurt 
Fuck with maggz get left with nubs
PTSD like a vet but no veteran
Hungry for bread like a vet with no severance 
Stay in the burbs cuz the ghetto is treacherous 
Why make assumptions with no frame of reference 
Dis that playa shit
That slaya shit
That might go shoot the mayor shit
That shit that gets these bitches lit
And makes you wanna circle pit

I’m a mental degenerate 
I’m a hypocrite 
Talk bout not using needles
But I be snorting shit
I’ve also been on the benzos
All while sipping and smoking cigs
The difference is I didn’t get clean then start acting like I’m above it 
Like holier than thou
If I added up my purchases 
I’m in the hundred thousands
Cocaine mountains 
Molly water fountains
K pins down
Got my ego like who doubting me
All black no mask 
Big strap hop out kicking door 
Where the motherfuckin money at
Bitch smack hit that
No lack kick back feet up
Where the hoes and their mothers at
You wack prolly smoke crack happily 
I’m black pigs shoot us happily 
White tee like my Nikes 
With a dime piece
Smoking two 
Like the mags in my jeans
I’m war ready
Was born ready
To wreck your shit you bitch
I’ll make it quick like you was smoking fetty
Human brain spaghetti 
Paint walls like Artemisia Gentileschi
Known for solving problems once it’s up like I’m Joe Pesci

Vice

Prod. Shneaky

LYRICS:
Posted smoking rollin up dat 
Posted smoking rollin posted
Toasted smoking rollin wit dat
Rollin up dat fye
Posted smoking rollin up dat 
Posted smoking rollin posted
Toasted smoking rollin wit dat fye on me playa

All these bitches know I’m ghoulish mane
You been acting foolish
You a tool I know that’s rude to say
Did it anyway
Like what the fuck
Is your problems Maggz you hella cynical
It’s cuz all these niggas suck are weird and hypocritical 
At yo door just like jehovah bruh
Witness these two clips
Shoot up yo whole home 
Make a necklace wit yo lips
I know crips
I know bloods
I know sixes
I got plugs
Put three sixes on my wall in blood and smoked a crucifix

Toasted smoking rollin wit dat blick
I’m roasting hoes declining photos 
I don’t gloat cuz I ain’t shit 
I push to start the whip
Maggz like a creature feature flick
Fuck round wit what I call mines
Whole click could get flicked like a bic
Catch me with a junkie 
I’m serving a fix
Yo bitch ride wit me 
I break her ass off like a kit kat
I heard he got his rig snatched 
My potna pushed his wig back
That shit you smokin not gas and 
Yo bitch gotta smooth ass
That’s a shame
You a fuckin lame
Put a hollow tip right through yo brain
All you pussies sound the fuckin same
Sick of tryna put y’all onto game yet nothing has changed
I guess this whole scene half brained
Half baked don’t care this shit fake
Snort cocaine into my veins
Turn dis hoe into a gun range 
Oh-so Alejandro loco
Mi Mota verde costo ocho
Whole show caught on a gopro
Replay that shit in slowmo

All these bitches know I’m ghoulish mane
You been acting foolish
You a tool I know that’s rude to say
Did it anyway
Like what the fuck
Is your problems Maggz you hella cynical
It’s cuz all these niggas suck are weird and hypocritical 

Posted smoking rollin up dat 
Posted smoking rollin posted
Toasted smoking rollin wit dat
Rollin up dat fye
Posted smoking rollin up dat 
Posted smoking rollin posted
Toasted smoking rollin wit dat fye on me playa

Ghoulish

Prod. TuMaggz

LYRICS:
(TuMaggz)
Shorty finna ride on dis dick
What’s all that commotion 
All this motion makes me sick
Like subs in the ocean
One thing wrong it goes to shit
Something like a viper
With this venom that I spit
Damn 

Though alive 
Dead inside 
Crucified 
Full of pride
Euthanized 
Maggot to a fly
Only few decide
What is right
What is wrong 
Black suit and ties
Really cryptic how I flip it my nigga
They superstitious how I’m whippin up figures
Triggas moving back and forth just like Tigga
Christopher Robin my pockets on piglet
You bitch ass niggas ain’t on shit
Be honest
I be staying out the way avoiding the nonsense 
Hope I keep on making all this money off adsense
I used to be a hoodlum so I’m rapping in pastense
Abandon the ship cuz there’s snakes in the keel
Better watch yo footing cuz I’m coming for heels
Capturing some footy while I’m rolling on wheels
Break my body tryna backflip on stage like Jeleel
That’s how I feel

(JMattson)
Bitch I fucking love it when they run
All black when we pull up like some mothafuckin nuns
And I brought the cola for the mothafuckin rum
Rockets like Kelowna if we pull em then you done
What have I become 
Bitch I’m numb hoe
I’m aboutta shoot it through the front door
Kinda wanna take another bump hoe
Feelin like I’m fiendin when I run low 
My lungs filled with blunt smoke
Fuck around and find out where the blood go
When a mufucka get cut throat I disrespect you the upmost 

(TuMaggz)
Shorty finna ride on dis dick
What’s all that commotion 
All this motion makes me sick
Like subs in the ocean
One thing wrong it goes to shit
Something like a viper
With this venom that I spit
Damn

TuMaggz x JMattson - DELTA

Prod. TuMaggz

LYRICS:
A mix and master from me used to be cheap
Recently I raised my price for a beat
I learned a bit of knowledge from the streets
Like even pussies running round here clutching heat
Use your crew for fame and dip you dead wrong
That’s why I cannot even listen to your songs
I hope that karma hits harder than concrete
That’s probably better than you coming in my reach

Upload all this negative emotion can you feel my heart
Course not it stopped beating once I realized from the 
fucking start that people gonna change
Go they separate ways 
I don’t need more than my fingers to count all the ones who stayed

Don’t talk
(Respect)
Walk
Get away from me
I got bleeding /ankles from the snakes I’m stomping /both my feet 
Bloodborne nigga
Yeah I’m out here all alone
Built my own dimension in my mind
I’m in the zone 
Don’t talk
(Respect)
Walk
Get away from me
I got bleeding ankles from the snakes I’m stomping both my feet 
Bloodborne nigga
Yeah I’m out here all alone
Built my own dimension in my mind
I’m in the zone 
My haunted home

Built my own dimension in my mind
My haunted home

Secret Window

01. Jazz Solo Cup (Prod. TuMaggz x DiddyJameson)
02. Immurement (Prod. TuMaggz)

LYRICS:

(Jazz Solo Cup):

Ain’t slept good in a minute 
Not a second pass I don’t think
Burning eyes when I blink
Fertilize minds no shrink
Brita water really only thing I drink
Cuz it poison coming out the sink 
I’ve said this shit once before
But I really think I’m on the brink

All that cap rap shit you makin
I don’t wanna hear another word
All that rap cash you sadly making
Really that shit absurd
Like a glass lamp you so fragile
I just wanna steer the herd
I don’t really fuck with nerds
All the stats backwards
Should be grateful just to get those clicks

Oh shit
You see I get momentum now you wanna take a pic
Watch me hit a milli get em all up on my dick
Stay true to myself clout makes me sick
Straight out the grave smoke a blunt the face
Walking on bodies they make up this cave
All you smell is the dank and a waft of decay
I don’t vibe your thinking I’m stuck in my ways

Really fucked up in my head from the past
Don’t talk to strangers I’m standing on that 
Tell my kids not to trust every person they meet 
Cause a smile’s deceiving they prey on the weak
Stay in the city to get up my bread
Then I’m out to the forest to bury my bed
Fuck what you heard 
This what I said
If you wanna come try you can die in the shed

(IMMUREMENT)

Stuck in dis room
Feels like a tomb
Options around but still nothing to do
Six days without sun got my soul feeling doomed 
I’m in the booth
That much is true
That be difference between me and you
But both of us stuck with this feeling of gloom

Smoking this blunt lift me up
No liquor it’s juice in my cup
I wish y’all would shut the fuck up
Smoking that kush til I’m lit 
Drink gin with that sprite til I’m sick
I wish y’all would get off my dick

Ain’t slept good in a hot ass minute
Still putting work in the kitchen
Ain’t talking bout a job I be cooking for my children 
Ion want none of y’all up in my business
If I said that shit I meant it
And if I made that beat then I need my credit

Swear to god y’all niggas too slow
Like a pod in a vape you blown
I can’t beef with no pussy on the net I’m grown 
If you don’t relate you can skip this song
Cuz I’m done worrying bout your judgement 
If you ain’t fucking with me move along

Cuz the rest of these niggas straight bitches
Cuz I know these niggas are potential snitches
Cuz I know these niggas craving them riches
Money 
Clout
Fuck an image rather hand out stitches 
And in reality that shit real sad
I can’t imagine being so down bad 
If these niggas got you feeling mad
Scream FUCK A FAD

Stuck in this room
Feels like a tomb 
Options around but still nothing to do
Six days without sun got my soul feelin doomed 
I’m in the booth
That much is true
That be difference between me and you
But both of us stuck with this feeling of gloom

Please Rewind

Black Blood (Prod. Netuh)

TuMaggz x YCK - Elysium (Prod.  ZVNGETSUXXX)

FISHFOOD

Prod. TuMaggz

https://soundcloud.com/vvs20k
https://soundcloud.com/vvs20k
https://soundcloud.com/vvs20k

Fort Girth (feat. VVS)

allfaxxnoprinter

X-RAY

LUNGS

SPLEEN

If The Shoe Fits

Chasing Ghosts

Prod. TuMaggz

https://soundcloud.com/threeordie
https://soundcloud.com/threeordie
https://soundcloud.com/threeordie

TuMaggz x Three Or Die - RIPPER

Last Night (feat. Beamon)

Scarlet Tears

Tour Bus Terrorist

VVS x TuMaggz -  FLATLINE EM

Prod. tuMaggz

Lyrics:

Bitch I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating bitches sweetly but to niggas I’m a jerk 
Maggz the type of nigga that might pull up at your work 
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked 
Snacking on your bitch that pussy tasting like desert 
Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt 
Got that long wood bitches call me Vic Firth 
I ain’t spending racks on shit you can search my net worth

Smoking on this tree gon hit your face just like an airbag
Kush so strong got me feeling like I’m jet lagged
Made this shit for free don’t give a fuck about a price tag 
I’m in Hong Kong with the strap up in my duffel bag
I just booked a flight to Metairie to see my family 
But I’ll return like Gandalf 
Black Wizard up out the 503
Up all night reciting verses g 
With perfect symmetry 
Run circles on the beat 
This shit so fire you had to hit repeat 

I’m whipping hearses 
Pimping nurses 
Snatching purses 
Cursin fuck
Crushing verses 
They dispersing 
Kick drum hitting like a truck 
HHM we’re satan’s children we were sent to fuck shit up 
Once we lock you in our sights say your prayers you’re out of luck 

Bitch I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating bitches sweetly but to niggas I’m a jerk 
Maggz the type of nigga that might pull up at your work 
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked 
Snacking on your bitch that pussy tasting like desert 
Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt 
Got that long wood bitches call me Vic Firth 
I ain’t spending racks on shit you can search my net worth

GUT$ (feat. Witchouse 40k)

LYRICS:

Verse 1: (tuMaggz)

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

Riding
To the spot we wylin
Hit a motherfucking cop he dying 
Hit a motherfuckers block while smiling 
Took a son from his mother she crying 
All of this shit ain’t tough talk 
Everybody hates a nigga no Chris Rock 
Everybody wanna see a nigga wrist locked up in some steel 
I ain’t talking bout no wrist watch

Yeah that boy might kill his parents but he ain’t gon kill me
Met a foreign bitch from Paris she gon get on both knees
Got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree
With yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain’t no OG

Whole game fucked 
All you niggas got it criss cross
See you stunting on em 
Why you rocking all the Ross drip
Smoking on that wood tip 
Cheaper than a Cheese Nip
You be sucking dick
For a feature on some bullshit
Shooter with a full clip
Boy drop that pin
Got seven whole niggas like Sect finna send 
Straps can stay back handle this like some men
But we know you a coward so we gon roll in 

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot 
All my Hellhounds down to scrap 
We swing em hard with all we got
	
Verse 2: (Cardeairé)

We swing em hard with all we got
I knock a nigga out his socks
We pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight fuckin shocked, huh
Now he lookin at the sky, cause that bitch got fuckin dropped
Smokin good shit got me coughin 
Put him in a coffin and leave him to die
Bitch nigga run up on me then he must got a death wish 
Floppin around like a dyin fish
Rich nigga shit I’ll hit you with a fresh whip
Playin wit me and you dyin bitch 
Prayin to not see god and shit
Sayin you just want out of it 
And I’ll put you out yo misery 
The last thing you’ll fuckin see is me
Wit a smirk on my face 
I bet the shit that you said you wanna take back 
That’s not how it work in this place 
You just another fuckin homicide case
Homicide, suicide, genocide, I call that shit icin the cake 
They say Sect you don’t got a fuckin heart
Then I got a organ to take 
Then I got a organ to steal
Everything so fake to me so it ain’t hard to point out what’s real
I got bitches that pay for the bill
Them niggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills
I put that pussy right in a coffin then I’m headed to the hills
Bitch

Coughin' (feat. Sect Unit)

Coughin' (feat. Cardeairé Latrelle)

Prod. tuMaggz

LYRICS:

As Above:
 
Do you believe
Human life is different from disease
Why can’t you see
The poor will never get help off their knees
Only when we die do we get to escape from this hell
Fly me over seas
I wanna feel the breeze
Only then I’ll die in peace
I just wanna feel at ease
I just wanna try anything to escape from this hell
These pussies carry nine lives
I’m that nigga walking down the street with nine knives
I’m the type to switch my strap up when I change moods
You the type to switch your ties up with the same crew you spoke about
Look him is his eyes before you
Kill your brother for some clout
Say you from the struggle
But you don’t know what you’re talking bout
Half these mother fuckers don’t live what the fuck they rap about
Do you believe
Human life is different from disease
Why can’t you see
The poor will never get help off their knees
Only when we die do we get to escape from this hell
Fly me over seas
I wanna feel the breeze
Only then I’ll die in peace
I just wanna feel at ease
I just wanna try anything to escape from this hell

So Below:

No it’s a blade bitch
The sharpest of knives
I pull it out quick and I swing at your face bitch
No strap on my side I just got this steel and I’m giving out facelifts
I’m so fucking high I spark up the torch and take off like a space ship
Just gimme some space bitch
Don’t wanna waste it
So I’m working a lot
Spending hours not breathing no face on the clock
Ain’t no time for a case so I’m scraping the glock
Got your bitch in the Chevy I’m smashing her box
Spend a whole rack in a day yeah
You ain’t got nothing to say yeah
Crashing my whip off the side of a bridge and I take my soul down to the bay yeah
Switchblades on my hip
I’m fucking with that devil shit
Six six six until my wrist
Is shining like a planet
Switchblades on my hip
I’m fucking with that devil shit
Six six six until my wrist
Is shining like a planet bitch

TuMaggz

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