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I can't see my defeat, they tellin' lies to me
I don't know what to believe They say that they rootin' for me
But they choosin' my opposition Man, they start to deceive
Okay, woah, ayy, back in this bitch Came in this booth bout to talk hella shit

I'm tryna flood down my neck and my wrist I do not know why they hate on the jit
Ayy, I see you throwin' a fit Don't get fucked up cause you runnin' your lips
Mad cause I'm stackin' my coins out quick Tryna act hard but I know you's a bitch
Ayy, pull up, ayy Bitch, I'm the shit, no pull ups

Ayy, leave these fuck niggas shook up, ayy Why you ask me for a hook up, ayy
Don't know my name, better look up, ayy I turned your bitch to a hooker, ayy
I make it spin like I'm Booker, ayy I know you don't want me to cook ya, ayy
You don't want me to get buck in this bitch I might fuck around and cut you, lil' bitch

Keep on talkin', my slugga's gon' hit Cause I don't give a fuck in this bitch
KYZ got these fuck niggas mad Niggas thinkin' I'm goin' out sad
Niggas diss then I'm back on they ass Cause these niggas won't smoke like it's gas
I can't see my defeat, they tellin' lies to me

I don't know what to believe They say that they rootin' for me
But they choosin' my opposition Man, they start to deceive
Niggas be actin' like I don't know what they be sayin
You testing me, now I'm losin' my patience Heavyweight champion, y'all have  awaited

Has finally risen, yes, I have awakened Don't cut me out, cause I hibernated
Niggas know I'm crazy, so don't get all excited Think you can get rid of me
Ha, that's a funny joke that you done recited Niggas tryna count me down, but I'm never out
This ain't for you, find a better route You hatin' on me? What's all that about

That shit only happen when niggas want clout And you wonderin' why it would never work
Cause you know if I clap back and sit this murked and You won't be the last, won't be the first
I put your pride and ego in the hearse
Okay, woah, niggas don't want no smoke I know, that is fuck  niggas gon' choke lil' bro

You don't want me on go mode I know, KYZ undefeated for sure
Lil broke, fuck niggas better not fold cuz Yo, you done brought me out my element
All that other bullshit is irrelevant K.Y.S. finna come for some heads again niggas said I'm bluffin
But that shit ain't nothin' when I get to bustin

Endin' a discussion, niggas start to runnin' So I get to dumpin' iron get to pumpin
Body get to gushin', who you think you touchin'? You not feelin' me
Don't get me started, Mike Jack on the beat Bitch, I'm a dog comin' off of that leech
And I do not do this shit for the free, told them niggas

I can't see my defeat, they tellin' lies to me I don't know what to believe
They say that they rooted for me But they choosin' my opposition
Man, it's hard to deceive
I can't see my defeat, they tellin' lies to me I don't know what to believe

They say that they rooted for me But they choosin' my opposition
Man, it's hard to deceive

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Deceive

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XANAKIN SKYWOK X SADFRIENDD X YUNG KAGE - 'Ew!'

MAMACITA

Beach Boys

He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting

He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting

Gotta strap in the back with Glock an attach
And I run wit yo bitch I be blowing the back
Gotta AR attach I be holding it back
And I'm back from the trap where I rap and I crap
And I smoke on a dab no mid or wack
Gone count my chips and count my racks
From the back I clap bounce back if that
And you don't want the smoke I could promise you that

Ima spaz on the track we gone get that bag
No cap big stack like a big big bad
No clips at the pad we gone click clack back
No bag just racks and bands bands

Bands Bands
50 on your block bro
Holo with the dot
And a pussy what I'm not hoe
Talk all that talk when you can't even walk tho
Might need a mop clean ops out the blocko

Goner a Walmart gay machine gun kelly
How you a shrimp and you still got a belly
Talk like a brit on the televised tele
Claiming you tough but Evan bitch really

Adios my nigga time to say bye
Your boy is dead in a ditch in Dubai
Wait to pull straps cause I like to win fights
Without my holos but after I might

Pull out the gat put a hole in his head
Bitch you a mat with the way that I step
Skin to the bone and ill eat what is left
Spit that shit out cause you bitch in the flesh

He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting
He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting

DEADMAN WALKiN

Day$okee- DEADMAN WALKiN feat pranav.wav (prod. bumboi)

KILLA! (PROD. MISTAKE)

this goes hard
prod. Witto Goom
YT: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwlzMjUS9Iw

test yo luck (ft. Sadfriendd, Witto Goom)

TYSON

Lyrics~

Bitch I make it pop
Won’t stop
Till I make it the motherfucking top
Bitch I started from the bottom
Opposition thinking that I'm really finna fucking flop
Nigga think he the greatest but you in the fucking same spot

Leave yo body in the dirt
Wipe that fucking shitty smirk
Pussy nigga better watchout where you fucking lurk
If I catch him slippin and missin
While he plottin and dissin
Imma leave that fucking pussy laced with the ammunition

If the opposition pull up imma leave them with a halo
Counting up the money like Im working at a bank hoe
Shorty on my side and looking hella bad tho
I might have to cuff her up to see what its like tho

What the fuck tho
Where the love go
She a fucking hoe we dont really like those

What the fuck tho
Where the love go
She a fucking hoe we don't really like those

Bitch cut the fucking chit chat you know
If you fuck up blow yo chest back ugh
I don't really got time to waste hoe
And I'm stacking green like a bankroll

Switching up the flows and we going fucking insane
Got yo girl and she wanna give me hella brain
Got a bloodlust for motherfuckers imma bring the pain
Talking hella shit but you don’t got a fucking name

Bitch I make it pop
Won’t stop
Till I make it the motherfucking top
Bitch I started from the bottom
Opposition thinking that I'm really finna fucking flop
Nigga think he the greatest but you in the fucking same spot

Leave yo body in the dirt
Wipe that fucking shitty smirk
Pussy nigga better watchout where you fucking lurk
If I catch him slippin and missin
While he plottin and dissin
Imma leave that fucking pussy laced with the ammunition

Make It Pop

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she told me im the worst yea she told me that im bad

test yo luck (ft. Sadfriendd, Witto Goom)

Billy Marchiafava

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