Swiss Cheese

Trap Miller

RellBaby - Kitchen Talk

Evolution

Role Modelz

188065

Young Dumb Mf

Outside

No Pad No Pencil

Not My OPP

#FREERIO - Babytron (unreleased)

GARAGE MUSIC GROUP 2025


[Verse 1]

Mask on tight, no name, no face,
Talk real slick? Get erased, no trace.
Glock got a twitch, it don’t wait, it race,
Slide through your block like it’s Hell’s front gate.

No love here, just death and desire,
Move like smoke with a soul full of fire.
My brain got wires that spark like a liar,
One wrong step and your crew expire.

Heart gone black, can’t feel no mo’,
Just cash, revenge, and a silent .44.
You pray to God, I pray for war,
’Cause I wake up thinkin’ who to bury next door.

Draco got drums like a trap parade,
Hollow tips talk, make your thoughts cascade.
Snakes in the grass get diced, fillet’d,
We don’t do peace — just pull, then fade.

[Verse 2]

Mind on edge, I don’t blink, I bite,
Paranoia deep, I don’t sleep at night.
Voices talk back when I kill that light,
I don’t trust shit — not wrong, not right.

Gun in my lap like a fuckin’ pet,
Whisper to the clip: “Ain’t snapped yet?”
Click-clack boom, now your shirt all wet,
I paint my rage in a red vignette.

No remorse, I was born in the pit,
With hyenas who laugh when your coffin don’t fit.
I don’t aim for legs — I don’t warn, I hit,
You beg for life, I just grin and spit.

Ops move slick? We spin like blades,
No talk, no mask, broad-day raids.
Fuck your crew, fuck your name, fuck grades —
I learned to count bodies, not accolades.

[Chorus]

We don’t feel pain, we don’t bleed,
Came from the dark, we the ruthless breed.
Mask on, guns out, let the demons feed,
You pray to God — we just proceed.

No rules, no peace, no pleas,
Walk through hell in designer sleeves.
You talk real tough, but we kill with speed —
Fuck your block — this our creed.

[Verse 3]

Cops on the block but I still won’t duck,
Bitch, I’m a ghost — can’t chain this luck.
Came from the mud with a blade and a buck,
Now I’m eatin’ with wolves while your team get stuck.

Shots ring loud like a trap drum set,
I don’t need clout, I need blood and debt.
Killers move silent, got zero regret,
You flex on the ‘Gram, I flex with threat.

Chrome so clean, it reflect my rage,
Every round dropped is a brand-new page.
If I see that face, I don’t gauge —
I just raise that arm, release the cage.

Real don’t run, real don’t beg,
We shoot from the hip, we snap like a leg.
Fuck your crew, your set, your flag —
You breathe my air, you die in my drag.

[Verse 4]

I talk to the dark, it talk right back,
Said “bring more pain” — so I load that Mac.
I move like smoke in a concrete trap,
Every brick I touch, turn ghost or crack.

Hunnid on my head? Better double that bet,
‘Cause I sleep like a king with my boot on necks.
You text for peace? I send back threats,
Your life just numbers — I play that set.

I was built in flames, ain’t nothin’ to prove,
Been dead inside since I lost my crew.
You want my crown? Then run, make moves —
But watch your step — one slip, you lose.

Last breath sacred, mine come slow,
I live too fast, I die too cold.
This breed don’t break, we just reload —
You bark too loud — we explode.

[Chorus] X2

We don’t feel pain, we don’t bleed,
Came from the dark, we the ruthless breed.
Mask on, guns out, let the demons feed,
You pray to God — we just proceed.

No rules, no peace, no pleas,
Walk through hell in designer sleeves.
You talk real tough, but we kill with speed —
Fuck your block — this our creed.

(Outro)

You thought this was music?
Nah… this is blood talk.
Where I’m from, we don’t write songs…
We write warnings.

Ruthless Breed

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