HITMEUP!!!! (featuring Grantham & Ricky Walters) [prod. moshpit jones]

Melody sample from: https://soundcloud.com/prodelxnce/telephone

it's my right to be a bitch

https://open.spotify.com/track/2L4816RZQsMqPMEvuK0GTC?si=9c176c3b0b8a4251

** mixed (@prodkbl)**
++ produced by @prodkbl & @ieper7 ++

lyrics:

go
okay go

all of this ice im needin a coat
know we cold everytime we go
entertaining yall welcome to the show
1 2 3 and my homie still sippin that 4

2022 im kickin on doors
she want my milk i ain talkin lactose
chasin the bread i want the brioche
give him a map he got lost in da sauce
general KBL man he da boss 
niggas really rockin fake vlone
man im tired of niggas actin like clones
got sum big ass bags and im goin on a boat

why u hoppin on my dick? bro need a jumprope
bullet hit u like a freestyle offa tha dome
get da paper like da mailman im gettin loads
im unable to fail man im neva wrong
if niggas be cappin then i gotta go
i just got back home and they love my songs
bro got blocked by me, mutombo
i couldnt stand still so i hit the road

(@dead4cf)

I hit the road in a big benz truck 
Yeah, shawty on go she gon give that up
Nigga watch yo tone, bitch better back up
Bankai on me, nigga don’t get cut 
And that boy sending shots
We gon give him a Buck
And they calling my phone just to tell me what’s up 
The fuck?
I send that boy straight to God on his own and I’m really not giving no fucks 
I turn my back on the world like it’s Vlone
I do not fuck wit you niggas,
so begone 
I hit a spin on that bitch like I’m Ne-Yo
Think I’m gon buy her a bag, like I’m Nigo
Dark hair and she look real bad like Shego
I heard she looking real bad, but she basic 
Might go flex on that boy in some ASICS 
I just got shots for the room gotta face it

(@swazyhq)

walk in the trap gotta get it in
im on some scammer shit i sent the pin and i went dropped the digits in
you talkin shit so u wont get a dividend 
its funny my opps thinking we gonna make ammends
goofy lil broke boy couldnt ever make a band
i used to make pop tunes all for the fake fans 
they dont want me to pop off unless its a safe plan
part of me cant think im smoking this headband
i put the beam on ur head like a headband 
undertaker he a deadman 
thats why i walk with no emotion like deadpan
goofy was trash gotta put’em in the dustpan 
im on the road gotta pack ina sprinter van
you lookin stupid thinkin i give a damn 
i feel like uzi with the racks playin pattycake 
keep a bad bitch round me anne hathaway
come round the spot just know that you not safe 
skating thru my city i feel like lupe
everyone love me i feel like makonnen plus the club so lit on a tuesday 
i guess that bitch aint my bitch no more ok touche i pour up a 4 and if not its the dussé
keep talkin that shit well u might aswell shoot me

jumprope + 4cf & swazy* (prod. KBL + vvspipes)

like that

I got weight I can’t cut
You think i give a fuck?
check bigger every month
i bet these xans will keep me numb

i never did it for the money
i only do it for the drugs
i did a tour across the country for my health
and it just paid me for the month
 yeah

say they gonna slide on me?
then put that shit on god
motherfuckers pussy i see right through their façade
boy this outfit cost a k, i’m just wearing what i got
like my boys in french denim like marithe francois girbaud

Marithe Francois Girbaud

https://ffm.to/bleith 

cover art by noah greene https://temberl.in/

i'll be the first

pronounced "bləith, or blayeth"
_________________________________
guess it's been a long time
i don't even know
nothing left but splintered bones
and broken hope
walking down the road
we grew up on
choking on the roses 
but they're grown and gone

inhaling erosion i'm sinking i'm floating that
solemn corrosion i'll swallow the hope and i'll 
hold onto something and someone will hear the 
implosion aeolian sediments blowing away

maybe i won't miss those white halls and those silos
and your wide eyes

(do you remember me?)

all the pain went when you kissed me
but it was back when i woke up
winters always warmer when you're with me
caught a cross to call my own
in the inverted lattice beneath
i was just trying to calm you down
'cause this summer i'll be sixteen 
and i still wonder how
covered in clovers and i’m six feet
under now five leaves aren't enough
this september i’ll be leaving
throw the photos on the ground i should have known
i should have known

slipping through the cracks i'm calling it back on you
shadows shifting elisions i'm still in your arms
cosmic collisions it's crumbling falling through
scaffold splitting derisions i'm sealing the hearth

inhaling erosion i'm sinking i'm floating that
solemn corrosion i'll swallow the hope and i'll 
hold onto something and someone will hear the 
implosion aeolian sediments blowing away

one to many times i let myself slide
resin in the hide and it's hopeless
summit through the sides i thought of better ties
brethren tiled the pine on a pulpit
covered in the sines i coveted the lies
nolled up on a lyre a forfeit
lauded once or twice a strath that lead the line
straffed it to your silage and sold it

if you'd just lie awake 
i won't shear no shame

save me 
break me
save me
chain me

all the pain went when you kissed me
but it was back when i woke up
winters always warmer when you're with me
caught a cross to call my own
in the inverted lattice beneath
i was just trying to calm you down
'cause this summer i'll be sixteen 
throw the photos on the ground i should have known
i should have known

guess it's been a long time
i don't even know
nothing left but splintered bones
and broken hope
walking down the road
we grew up on
choking on the roses 
but they're grown and gone

bleith

lil yachty - free xone(produced by blaccmass)

Zoe Poledouris - Have Not Been To Paradise (Starship Troopers Soundtrack)

"Mongoose" soon.

Feed, I am a leach
I'll bleed you

Go take a sacred lamb
Let it's blood
String it up for all to see
Go take your wooden stake
Sharpen it in discreet

Feed, I am a leach
I'll bleed you dry
Best heed my words
And lock your door tonight

They wanna do me like roadkill
I'm in the road still
Sear a mark right on my back
They don't so they project
Got some chainmail on my chest
They wanna see me in ditches
Rotting with stitches
Legacy six feet beneath
But I've still got my foolish dreams
That I'll pursue by any means

Roadkill
Do me like roadkill
Do me like roadkill
Do me like roadkill
Do me like roadkill
Do me like roadkill
Do me like roadkill
Do me like roadkill
Do me like roadkill
Do me like roadkill
Do me like roadkill
Do me like roadkill
Do me like roadkill
Do me like roadkill
Roadkill
Roadkill
Roadkill
Roadkill
Roadkill
Roadkill
Roadkill
Roadkill

Feed, I am a leach
I'll bleed you dry
Best heed my words
And lock your door tonight

Feed, I am a leach
I'll bleed you dry
Best heed my words
And lock your door tonight

Feed, I am a leach
I'll bleed you dry
Best heed my words
And lock your door tonight

HITMEUP!!!! (featuring Grantham & Ricky Walters) [prod. moshpit jones]

billy !

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