Lyrics: 

All I think 
Is purple drink 
Leave his body dead laying right there on that sink 
Two shot K’d a mf on his spleen 
The room is dirty…..but the flow is hella clean 

They call me Mr. Fireman because I got the hoes 
The opps they never sit I’ve got them on they toes 
Yes I’m fucking crazy but I gave my girl a rose 
Yes I do my demon dance when I run from crows 

Piss me off 
Kill me a cop 
I js smoked a pack and then I snapped the fuckers jaw 

Riding with a G-shock 
Because I am a G-shock 
I js reed up all my stock 
for this Fuckin crack rock 

Your bitch boring and you look easy to draw 
My girl pimpin niggas because she’s a Fucking boss 

We js took a dub and you js took a loss bitch  don’t Piss me off

H, E, Double Hockey Sticks (Prod. SixthSin)

POPTHATRUNK (feat. Freddie Dredd)

POPTHATRUNK (feat. Freddie Dredd) *OUT ON ALL PLATS*

Im Blacksican 

Smokin palm tree’s dumpster fires demons dancing in my mind & im back again 

We fuck with gang turf blockin roads with these traffic cones & im back again 

We do drive-bys on the cops & the opps cause I’m mf Blacksican 

Yes bitch I am Blacksican 

Yes bitch I am 

I might have a 13 wit a 14 but this 19 cause a crime scene

Let a bitch boy come outside try to touch me 

I break my bread for no one thinking that they love me 

Bitch come & fuck me 

I’ve been moving left because niggas ain’t actin right 

I might do some voodoo shit let’s have a human sacrifice 

This some crazy shit that’s gonna make my baby mamma cry 

I’ve been angry lately because god has been testing with my life 

I don’t like those other faggots fruity like some skittles 

they like those other faggots with some gangster in the middle 

They were testing my gangsta so I shot them with the metal 

& I left the crime scene with my foot on the pedal cause 

Im Blacksican 

Smokin palm tree’s dumpster fires demons dancing in my mind & im back again 

We fuck with gang turf blockin roads with these traffic cones & im back again 

We do drive-bys on the cops & the opps cause I’m mf Blacksican 

Yes bitch I am Blacksican 

Yes bitch I am

1314CK51C4N (Prod. DavidArcade)

Lyrics Ig 🥱

They call me HIMOTHY 
By the way I be counting my racks 
I’m crawling down the chimney 
Like the grinch I steal your crap 

I stole your fucking shit & I’m not giving it back 
You try to get your get back & im spraying the Mac 

I caught your back 
Lack 
Fat 
Back 
Slackin 
Over there 
I finna grab the
Glock 
Pop 
shot 
In two 
Leave your cap back blue 

Turn you to a crip 
or a book bag from high school 
You a fool nigga 
I’m the next Dr. Seuss

Green eggs, ham & bacon your mamma’s pussy with the juice 
I js gotta level up cause 
I don’t move like you do 
Call me Himothy cause I pivot 
no voodoo 
Niggas think we on the same path 
You can’t fit my shoes 
Better T the fuck up or you suspended
No high school 


If you wanna buy shit without looking at the price tag 
work without looking at the time 
You wanna hole in your tummy cause I’m drillin Mfs when I Mf rhyme it’s a sign 

Test a nigga going bonkers 
in your sisters Yonkers 
The yung hustlers poppin 
& it makes these niggas ponder 

I’m ducking all this shit y’all Mfs offer
A nigga knew he was alone ever since a toddler 
Poppin pills like the Cookie Monster 
Coming straight from the doctor 
Plotting with elites and scammers cause they always moving proper

HIMOTHY

Lyrics: 🥶

I’ve done fucked it up 
I’ve done took too many shrooms 
Watchin cartoons 
In my room 
Now im in a tomb 

I’ve done took too many Fuckin chances 
But I ain’t stoppin’ til Im captain 

Of this rap shit 

I don’t wanna live forever I just wanna die a king 
wanna make my city sing 
from songs that I bring 
from this rap shit

Who wants to catch a Fuckin body 
Prolly geek-in off a Molly 
Cause that’s they only fuckin hobby 
Of this rap shit 

Rap shit, rap shit. RAP SHIT 

Prolly hustlin my bones off for this RAP SHIT 

That boom bap shit 

Rap shit 

I let girl sleep while i hustle from the Rap shit 

Prolly selling crack on the side for this RAP SHIT 

I prolly Fuckin die for this RAP SHIT 

I take your piece of pie for this RAP SHIT 

Rap shit rap shit rap rap shit  


Fuck it I’ve got double clips, 
double mags, double sticks 
For this money shit 
If moneys paper why the fuck I gotta work for it 

Type shit that make me sick 
I’m livin’ in America I gotta pay to live 
Type of shit that makes me sick 
make me sick 
make me sick 

But I love this music shit 
I’m gonna Fuckin die for it 
I’m gonna die for this shit

RAP SHXT (PROD. SPIDER)

Lyricssssssss: 🫠

Decrease my fucking kill list 
Can’t sleep when I get this pissed 
pills up in my system of the pain that I Fuckin exist 
Paranoia of the ppl I associate with
Might js upgrade the Glock with js two titties & a dick 

I’m Mr. MeeSeeks look at me
I feel better smokin weed 
Demons dancing in my mind so I js go to sleep 
Sleep paralysis demon standing right on top of me
I sleep with Nina on my bedside in case a nigga wanna scheme 

Devious by default 
disgusted by detox 
I’m fiening for bread like a bird stuck in phone box 
I mean I’m fiening for bread like a hoe for injections 

Trigger finger itchin 
Trippin in the kitchen 
Cutchu MFs like a pair of 
scissors & a Fuckin ribbon 

Your bitch I’m finger lickin 
Made me a sandwich in my kitchen 
slurps it like she on a mission
Cuz her last one wasn’t pimpin 

Tell the hoe I’m bout to hit it 
& quit it 
Shit it 
& pin it
Right down to its limit 

I mean toot it & boot it 
Give me good brain she a scholar student 
How you forget what you’ve learned bitch you js got through it

The money is the movement 

I’m here to improve it 

I stack my money green & leaches I remover it

CarCrashComeUp

Lyrikzz:

Hol’up -where my fuckin D 
Livin in the v 
Swerving with the v 
While I’m shooting with the P
On that six speed 

Chillin with the gang 
Hush mode with the slang 
Want the money not the fame 
I ain’t fucking with no lame 

How you give advice about the shit you don’t know 
Glock 19 aim that barel to yo nose 
You ain’t makin racks & your bitch Is a hoe 
In that bitches guts I’m bout to Fuckin throw 

Up 
Fuck it 
up 
Aj leveled up He’s about to 
fuck it 
up

Don’t fuck with the nigga in the middle of night hitting licks because the music wasn’t working 

fuck 
You 
And you 
And your whole Fuckin crew 
I know your work schedule finna rob you 


You workin 10-2 
I’ve got a selected few 
& I guess you never knew 
They were niggas from your crew 

Damn, 
it be ya own people 
That’s why I never trust a soul even if we’re fucking equal 
All about my p’s and Q’s 
making Fuckin sequels 
No one gotchu but your mf self and I’m still evil

Oooo
Concrete zoo 
Nike Air Force one’s like I’m walking on the pool 
You gone be mad rich & that’s when they gon fuck witchu 
Black hoodie on my  p’s & Q’s

You gon see me at the corner of your eye 
Stab you til you flat line 
I’m the reaper with the scythe kill you with a quick swipe 
Imma silent killer like your uncles crack pipe 
Sleep tight 
Long fight 
Long night
Imma take your Fuckin soul 
Hear the reaper creepin while you smokin out the leaf bowl 
Decapitate the body then I feed it to my cult 
All my diamonds dancing when I’m chillin in the vault

BACKDOOR SEASON

pound. (ft. AJVIBIN) (prod. SMILEGOTH)

AJ’s Lyrics 🖤

Now I’m off the murdah beat 
Now I’m off the burner piece
Tell my nigga dom that we done found the perfect recipe 
Existential Crisis has got him burnt to the 4th degree 
Now he’s got us frightened from those 5D entities 

All I want is freedom from the matrix and my enemies 
But all I got was karma from the universe to swallow me 

Now they wanna bother me 
Now they want apology 
I keep on going harder & harder till a MF dead 
In the head
Now the universe is fed 

[Breathe]

Time is moving cycle to cycle till the human race resets 

No one see’s the shots until the MF dead 
No one see’s their flaws until they’re smacked in the back of their fuckin head 

I wanna see my family fed 
I hope all my niggas fed 
Not out their busting shots playin techno from the fedssss

Shout out freddie fuckin dredd 
I keep making fuckin bread 
& my diamonds dancing 
They dancing until I lose my legs

MURDAHBEAT (ft. TACX)(Prod. guardian)

Nigga hide the blick 
Got my windows tint 
10 percent 
I don’t leave the house for nothing else but them tips 
& I do the dip 
Got my pimp drop 
Bitch I’m pimpin shit
Glock, bitch I’m lickin shit 
Stop, steal the whip & dip 

Yeah I steal the whip knowing I still got my whip bitch 
Yeah I never sleep cuz the wicked never rest bitch 
Yeah I chase the bag until that bag is chasin’me bitch 
Yeah I’m rapping lyrics that ain’t never making sense bitch 

I can’t fw with no one because I am anti-social 
Put the mic in front of me & thats when I get vocal 
I be acting like I love you but I’m really such an asshole 
I be fucking on your bitch until the blood comes out her asshole

DING DONG DITCH (Prod.  SixthSin)

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