Our debut album “Without A Doubt”
Produced by @nundubeatz

Featuring: @cookupace @iayze @killreck @lmgmadeit @prod.rykage

Art: @xcastl3
Mgmt: @ripbakari
Tracklist: @nickmediasm
Visualizer: @slavik2011rus

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All Love ft. Killreck (Nundu X Luke)

yrros

prod 1fforeignss

LYRICS

Outside, makin’ money jump
Spend a couple bands on jeans
Spend a couple bands on some lean
I’m a young nigga, doin’ my thing
I been touchin’ bands like water
I’m the prez, niggas follow my order
I been stackin’ up bread like a horder
I’m takin’ my shot, fourth quarter

I been touchin’ bands on bands, got a money disorder
Rockin’ hella swag, outta state, you would think I was a foreigner
My life too crazy, shoot a lil’ flick, had to call Time Warner
Yea, I been the shit, like a plumber
Shit get hot like the summer
Niggas, steady watchin’ my moves, I’m just doin’ my thing
I can really see through the shade, rockin’ Prada my frames
Gotta keep the circle real tight, I don’t fuck with no lames
Niggas, ain’t on the same plan, I don’t do this shit for no fame

Outside makin’ money jump
Real top prez, like Trump
Niggas, fanboys like Chum
Walkin’ in smellin’ like skunk
Outside makin’ money jump
Trash nigga, dirt like dump
Shawty ass fat like plum
Runnin’ to the bag like Gump

pray for a new life (Jones)

prod drextra

LYRICS

Off a Perky, I boot up, boot up
Gettin' high just like Buddha, Buddha
Schoolin' niggas like tutor, tutor
She got ass she gon' toot up, toot up
Niggas, tryn' test me, I call up my shooter
They know I'm the shit, yea, just like manure
Too smoove with this shit, they like my maneuver
Niggas, been bitin' my swag, like barracuda

Yea, I just been countin' up racks, huh
I just be chasin' these bags, nigga
I just been countin' up stacks, yea
Put a nigga ass on-
Put a nigga ass on flats
I'm poppin' just look at my stats
Take off his head like a cap
We got them drugs in here
We got them drugs in the back, huh
Steppin' on shit like a mat
Swingin' that Drac like a bat
I just been poppin' these tags
I just been poppin' it
I just been popped my shit
These niggas be counterfeit
These niggas be counterfeit

Off a Perky, I boot up, boot up
Gettin' high just like Buddha, Buddha
Schoolin' niggas like tutor, tutor
She got ass she gon' toot up, toot up
Niggas, tryn' test me, I call up my shooter
They know I'm the shit, yea, just like manure
Too smoove with this shit, they like my maneuver
Niggas, been bitin' my swag, like barracuda


boot up buddha

Ego (Nova Chance)

evilangel (prod.rykage)

Camera (22nate)

prod stanthekid

Double R truck, I’m spazzin’
10 onna fit, nigga, I’m sick
I ain’t even braggin’
I been on top of my bracket, these niggas laggin’
Too many bands inside my pocket got me saggin’
Cop what I want when I walk in the store
My shit be foreign, ain’t shoppin’ on Goat
Balenci kicks when I rock out a show
I been on whole new timin’, I’m runnin’ it up
Old bih’ way too childish, I’m switchin’ it up

Ion even gotta pop out, I still be fuckin’ ‘em up
I just be thinking ‘bout bands, bands
I can’t get enough
No, I can’t do no friends, friends
That shit for the birds
Nigga, fuck what you sayin’, sayin’
I don’t hear a word
Bitch, I don’t do no playin’ playin
I’m not one of dem
Young nigga, playin’ defense
You can’t touch the rim
I’m too turnt, my pockets jump out the gym
And I ain’t gon’ let up till I touch me a M’

Bitch, I’m sick
Bitch, I’m sick
Nigga, I’m sick
Nigga, I’m sick
Nigga, I’m sick
Nigga, I’m sick

Double R truck, I’m spazzin’
10 onna fit, nigga, I’m sick
I ain’t even braggin’
I been on top of my bracket, these niggas laggin’
Too many bands inside my pocket got me saggin’
Cop what I want when I walk in the store
My shit be foreign, ain’t shoppin’ on Goat
Balenci kicks when I rock out a show
I been on whole new timin’, I’m runnin’ it up
Old bih’ way too childish, I’m switchin’ it up

sick

prod drextra

LYRICS

I been coutin’ up funds, watch my money grow
I been coutin’ a ton, watch my pockets go dumb
Coutin’ too much pape fuck up my thumbs
Smokin’ on too much Za fuck up my lungs
Bitch, my pockets odee fat, weigh a ton
Live that rockstar life, shit ain’t nun

I hop onnat jet, take that flight to the sun
Bought this hoe a bag, now she say she want my son
I told shawty “Yea you trippin’, nah, I can’t plant my seed”
Got yo hoe rollin’ up while I count my green
Then I chase another bag, I’m a money fiend
What else can I say when my pockets stuffed up?
They can’t see my face in this tinted black truck
They hop on my wave, but they late, I switched up
Like a big back, too much on my plate, I scrape it up

I been coutin’ up funds, watch my money grow
I been coutin’ a ton, watch my pockets go dumb
Coutin’ too much pape fuck up my thumbs
Smokin’ on too much Za fuck up my lungs
Bitch, my pockets odee fat, weigh a ton
Live that rockstar life, shit ain’t nun

All Love ft. Killreck (Nundu X Luke)

ANTIIVV

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