⚔️💯🔥 make a shawty gripp my dick to this 🙌🏿

Bro, i ben fuckin with you for a while now, not really a while but a couple months, i got you on snap too but all i can say bro bro is i love your music you give me nascar vibes bro keep up your shit

@jorge-ramirez-645374386 bc spotify sucks <\3

sounds kinda like Chauncey666🔥🔥🖤

Random

Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/album/3ihAXxq7mp5MzrYCiCpCQd

prod: 
@fidi-946222141
@uglyjabronifony
mix/vox:
@lvstforpain

STREAM ON SPOTIFY

DOUBLE UP! *freestyle* (PROD. FIDI x FONY WALLACE)


My thoughts getting sick
Sick sick sick sick sick
My thoughts getting sick
Sick sick sick sick sick
My thoughts getting sick
Sick sick sick sick sick
My thoughts getting sick

Somebody get me out my head
My thoughts getting sick

Lately I feel like my head done turned into a maze
All my thoughts tell me I'm worthless and I can't escape
And I know that I'm the problem one foot in the grave
Screaming as I take your eyelids now you see my face

You better get up
Cuz you bout to get ripped up
There's no one sicker
7 the demon killer
I'm jack the ripper
And I don't need no trigger
The grave digger
God fearing blood spiller

Sick sick sick sick sick
My thoughts getting sick
Sick sick sick sick sick
My thoughts getting sick
Sick sick sick sick sick
My thoughts getting sick

Somebody get me out my head
My thoughts getting sick

"Hush, hush, hush, here comes the Bogeyman
Don't let him come too close to You
He'll catch you if he can
Just pretend that you're a crocodile
And you will find that Bogeyman will ru-u-u-n"

I don't care about your clique
I don't care about your wrist
I don't care about your diss
New flow who is this?
Why you on me catch the stick
I pistol whip you whip a brick
Devil told me I'm his kid
So I became an exorcist

I never asked you for your help or for your love now did I?
I will have vengeance it will be me who severs your life
Don't speak my name I see through all you liars with my third eye
Pray for me tonight

Sick sick sick sick sick
My thoughts getting sick
Sick sick sick sick sick
My thoughts getting sick
Sick sick sick sick sick
My thoughts getting sick

Somebody get me out my head
My thoughts getting sick

7XVN - BOOGEYMAN [PROD. KILLJAMES]

EMBRACE YOUR SIN (PROD. FCKGURMAN)

@chase_noir @tripple777

he ain’t really finna pop shit
you could bring a pole or we could do it like a mosh pit
fuck it, lose control, the way i do him catastrophic
put him in a hole, i take his soul, he catatonic
leave him in the dirt, that’s how i rock bitch

AWH SHIT
YUNG FLEX FUCK THE SCENE UP
TAKE HIM OUT AND HAND HIM TO HIS HOMIE, MAKE HIM CLEAN UP
PUSSY THINK HE BOUT IT, CAUSE THAT MOTHERFUCKER SEEM TOUGH
HE AIN’T ON THAT SHIT, I CALL A MEAN BLUFF

YOU AIN'T FINNA POP SHIT
LIL BITCH
TRUST ME, YOU DON’T WANNA TALK SHIT
GET HIT
YOU AIN'T REALLY FINNA POP SHIT
LIL BITCH
TRUST ME, YOU DON’T WANNA TALK SHIT
GET HIT

BITCH I’M MOTHERFUCKING PISSED OFF, GRIPPING ON THE METAL
FINNA MAKE THE CHOPPA TALK, I WALK UP ON HIM, IT SAY HELLO
IMMA RIP HIM LIMB FOR LIMB IF YOU AIN’T GET THE FUCKING MEMO
IMMA BEAT HIM TIL HE REDDER THAN THE MOTHERFUCKING DEVIL, PUSSY NIGGA IMMA

break shit
talking out your neck, you conversating with the pavement
niggas steady bitching and i’m getting impatient
pussy motherfuckers like you make me hate shit
playing with your life, then imma take it

watch it
shïnï be the gang i’m with and you know that we mob bitch
i don’t really think you gon survive with how you talking
heater got like five left in it, you could get your top split
bitch i swear to god i’m spinning

YOU AIN'T FINNA POP SHIT
LIL BITCH
TRUST ME, YOU DON’T WANNA TALK SHIT
GET HIT
YOU AIN'T REALLY FINNA POP SHIT
LIL BITCH
TRUST ME, YOU DON’T WANNA TALK SHIT
GET HIT (x2)

WHAT’S UP?
PUSSY PUT YOUR ONES UP
BEAT HIM TIL THE SUNS UP
TOLD HIM THAT’S IT’S TOUGH LUCK NIGGA

I’M AN A-HOLE
MURK HIM AND IT’S CASE CLOSED
MOTHERFUCK THE SAY-SO
YOU COULD GET YOUR BRAINS BLOWED NIGGA

(TRIPLE777)
i don’t think he want my bullshit
hit em one or two times till he knows it
you know how it goin, i’m rollin
i’m never foldin
T7 stay golden

i’m not poly but my life has always taught me
two is better than one, come fuck me and suck me
monotonous monogamy, on top of mahogany
for the third time today like she is apart of me

my life is dope and I do dope shit
i don’t give a fuck what you think Important
i'm focused on that rib eye steak and ocean
no eleven, i be solo dolo living coasting

I’M LIVIN A REAL LIFE IN THE MATRIX
BUT THIS NEO GOT RAY BANDS AND FRESH KICKS
i feel like an m&m in the trail mix
NOBODY CAN TELL ME JUST WHO THE MAN IS

YOU AIN'T FINNA POP SHIT
LIL BITCH
TRUST ME, YOU DON’T WANNA TALK SHIT
GET HIT
YOU AIN'T REALLY FINNA POP SHIT
LIL BITCH
TRUST ME, YOU DON’T WANNA TALK SHIT
GET HIT (x2)

POP SHIT (FEAT. TRIPLE777) [PROD. CHASE NOIR]

lyrics:

Spinning on him
If I see him pop the clutch and pop a shot
And we run em down 7 Bullets 7 bodies found
Bitch it's R I P niggas finna learn what I'm about 
Ain't no fucking teeth we stomped em out his skull they on the ground
Gotta snatch yo money bitch there ain't enuff to go around 
Sniffing out that green be Mula or Mary Jane I'm a hound 
Blood all on my teeth from biting jugular make em frown
Moving on yo crew we mark em up so every man down 

Bitch my father was a killer and I ain't turn out too different 
Know that I fuck with some whiskey but that ain't what I'm sippin
Got that purp in my cup and now imma sip onnat drank
Better low yo tone to me you below in rank
Imma leave his Body leaking
Led beaming
Heat seeking 
See My missile screeching 
Pussy bleeding
Pussy pleeding for his life 
But a nigga Tweaking 
Bet I'm geeked up finna kill without a reason
Talking on me wrong so u know that imma clock her
Heater on my body but u no it ain't a cock ugh
I'm a real punk rocker
I ain't finna fight bitch imma carry a glock ugh

I fuck on that pussy hoe 
drugs in her iris turn red like the moon undertones of the Irish 
I'm nice enough not to just blow up yo face yet I'm anxious my finger might slip in the race 
pop a tire get wrapped like a present his car bout a tree
got a 60 round mag and bump stock for his teeth 
knock him left right just like that boxed up like a 10 piece
Bullets fly past em i'm blasting like starscream
Turn to jet and I'm bringing an army
That killa krew make em go missin
He turn to a pussy bitch
Who u be dissin
This glock got a button switch hollows go laying em down
So mama and papa and gon look at me proud
Ask em all who u be fucking with now
They all say that it's me and they say it real loud
And im naught but a concept existing in sound

Fuck nigga gon run up on me and you get dropped nigga
Pop niggas
Hate when them fakers gon call the cops nigga
Hot trigger
Metal be burning from all the shots 
Got my black vans on me when I'm stomping out the opps
Nigga die
Die
Die Die Die Die
Dressing for the oppas funeral get a suit and a tie
Finna blast it at his friends and family say yo goodbyes
Finna reunite in hell when I pop my Led through yall eyes

I just wanna see you die ×4
(Deadhead in this shit) 

Spinning on him
If I see him pop the clutch and pop a shot
And we run em down 7 Bullets 7 bodies found
Bitch it's R I P niggas finna learn what I'm about 
Ain't no fucking teeth we stomped em out his skull they on the ground
Gotta snatch yo money bitch there ain't enuff to go around 
Sniffing out that green be Mula or Mary Jane I'm a hound 
Blood all on my teeth from biting jugular make em frown
Moving on yo crew we mark em up so every man down

I WANNA SEE YOU DIE 『PROD.SHADYHELIOS』

Mouth

Mastered by Lil Vicoks

[ @zaxt4sy ]

ŞEYTAN KANI AVCUMDA
UYAN ARTIK RÜYADAN
GÜCÜMÜ ALIRIM ONUN YAŞAM SANCILARINDAN

DERİSİNDE İZİM VAR
İBLİS HEP ARAYIŞTA
DUYGULARI KİTLEDİM AKILDAKİ Bİ ÇUKURA

ŞEYTAN KANI AVCUMDA
UYAN ARTIK RÜYADAN
GÜCÜMÜ ALIRIM ONUN YAŞAM SANCILARINDAN

DERİSİNDE İZİM VAR
İBLİS HEP ARAYIŞTA
DUYGULARI KİTLEDİM AKILDAKİ Bİ ÇUKURA

ZİHNİMİN İÇİNDE HARAMİLER KEMİRİYOR BEYNİMİ CİNNETTEN
YAZILI KURALLARINIZA YOK TASMA KOPTUM KARA GERÇEKLİKTEN
DÜZENİN İÇİNDEKİ SAKLI RUHUM, NÖRONLARINDA LANETLİ KURŞUN
YAPACAĞIM İTİRAFIM YOK TANRIMA, VERDİĞİ BEDEN KİRİMLE DOLSUN

[ $hiro ]

DÜŞÜNÜP DURMANIN YARARI HİÇ YOKTA ZARARI VAR
OLMAZSAN DİKKATLİ BAKANLAR İÇİNİ GÖRÜR VE ELİNDE KALMAZ HİÇ KART
BEYAZ BİR KEFENİN İÇİNDE GEÇİYOR BİR ÖMÜR, ÖLÜME YOLCULUK BAŞLATIR DÖNGÜYÜ 
DÖNEMSEL YOK OLUŞ
DENGESİ BOZULMUŞ CESETLER HER YERDE VAR

HER YERDE SES HER YERDE AĞIT
KAFAMI ÇEVİRDİĞİM HER YERDELER
HER ŞEY YALAN HER YER KARA
GÖLGELER İZLİYOR ENSEMİZDEN
NASIL BU HİS? EDERİ NE?
KAYBOLDUM YOLUMU BULAMADIM
DEĞİŞMEYEN TEK ŞEYİM SANCILARIM
DUVARLAR YOK OLSA HATIRLARIM

FEEL THAT SHIT 6 DOUBLE 6
ENAYİ MÜRİTLERİN BANA FANATİK
HUH?
BENCE DEĞİŞMEZ KADERİN
ŞEYTANI UZAKTA ARAMA SURATIMA BAK
D VE DE E P E R S BİR DE O N A TO THE L TO THE I
Z VE DE A S TAPTAZE BİR DE Y TO THE O TO THE N TILL I DIE

Depersonalizasyon (Prod utaxmane)

dropped this in detention (prod.510)

prod lxxiv
feat @kashimotu

[LXXIV]

Got my goons popping out in the night time
Got my goons popping out in the night time
Got my goons popping out in the night time
Got my goons popping out when its midnight

Yeah, better keep a fucking night light
Yeah, it get hectic when its night time
Yeah, dont wanna be out when its midnight yeahhhh

Yeah, and my dope is like an atom bomb
Rolling up that weed, we gon smoke until the pack is gone
Midnight creeping with extentions and they extra long
Always got our head up on a swivel cause we break the law

Huh, yeah, and we finna ball
We get rowdy in the night we gonna fucking set it off
I just took a line to the brain, i cant feel at all
I need me the drugs for the pain cause i hate it all

Pale skin vampire i dont like the light
I dont be up at the function i dont like the fucking vibe
Got my stripes like adidas watch the exaust come out that pipe
I want a bag for a feature 2020 thats on my life, yeah

[KASHIMOTU]

Fuck boy keep ducking this fade, uh you showing that chain ima snatch it off.
I cannot beef with these underground artists or petty ass bitches I’m screaming out fuck em all.
If you gotta problem with me, you better address it or foe nem gone come and solve it.
Yo life ima quickly dissolve it he thought he was tough now he dripping out like a faucet.
Catching bodies with my knife, fuck being humble bitch I am done being polite.
He in the dark I made that boy see the light, this the third time I popped a foe at midnight.
Roman gang, sending shells at yo block nigga fuck a boot that’s just another damn opp.
Make him fold when I pull back on to dat glock, he pissed me off now he getting chalked.

[LXXIV]

Im just now getting paid, my drip is different
Spent a hunnid on a fanny pack, now ill fuck ur sister
Might go ice out my wrist, it'll get feeling like a blizzard
Might go pull up with that stick, cause he talking shit on twitter

ITS THE DYING OF THE NIGHT!
WE WILL RAGE AGAINST THE NIGHT I DONT EVER WANNA SEE THE SUN AGAIN!

YUH! ILL PUT THE GUN TO MYSELF, IMMA KILL EVERYBODY AND FUCKING REBEL, I
DONT GIVE A FUCK BOUT MY HEALTH I JUST WANT THE BLOODSHED, KILL YOU INSTEAD!

RAGE AGAINST X7
THE DYING OF THE NIGHT!

Spotify & Apple Music

rage against the dying of the night

PRESSUR!ZED FT 8XNE8 !PROD MATHIASTYNER!

UPONLORD [FT. BRUHMANEGOD X CXRPSE X DARKIE] [PROD. ESKRY](instagram:_@hxstage)

Wit The Business

Lyrics -

Fuck a pandemic girl come slide thru ride on my face don’t let me breath don’t let me free switch a pin down girly wanna fuck I’m in town

put it on my face bust raw the dick feel better when she breaking the law it’s one text no call 6 feet for the weak next week same pussy on repeat like rinse and repeat not no vegan bitch missing my meat not no problem I miss that bitch too bissi wanna come over I do

hop in my 02 let’s ride thru the city I can’t keep my focus while whipping this bitty

I’m pulling us over 

rather be honest cause I still feel sober I’m tryna hit raw while we smoking some trash

I meant smoking some gas I ain’t ya ex man talking up my pack just to make a quick ban I got pack girl it’s sour and it’s stinky pop my finger in ya butt like binky

fuck a pandemic girl lemme slide thru lemme get a lil taste of the pussy with the cream she said bissi Whatchu mean we friends no more bitch shut the fuck up I don’t think your a whore just 

put it on my face bust raw the dick feel better when she breaking the law it’s one text no call 6 feet for the weak next week same pussy on repeat like rinse and repeat not no vegan bitch missing my meat not no problem I miss that bitch too bissi wanna come over I do 

hop in my 02 lets ride thru the city ass so fatt with a face so pretty 

come on baby put it down on me 

mami gotta culo that bounce no face mask she gone swallow an ounce

PANDEM!C !PROD MORTEH & MATHIASTYNER! LYRICS IN DESC

CHEM!CAL ENERGY FT LIL DARKIE !PROD 2KTALON!

@imakenosound
@sixbound
@33delirium

Art by @51trenches

LYRICS:
 CTRL ALT DELETE
YOU GET PUT TO SLEEP
OUT OF POCKET I MIGHT SPEAK
FLOCK OF SHEEP IS ALL I SEE 
UNDERGROUND UNDERNEATH
THAT IS WHERE YOU NEEDA BE
I CAN FEEL IT WHEN I BREATH
SIX FEET YOU LAYING DEEP

FUCK

I MIGHT LOSE MY SELF UP IN THIS CUP
LOOKIN AT MY BITCH, YOU REALLY THOUGHT THAT YOU COULD FUCK?
I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR NUMBERS OR YOUR FUNDS
STEP ACROSS THE LINE AND YOUR LIFE MIGHT END UP DONE

*oh my GOD*

WATCH ME HOW I RUN
HALF THESE MOTHERFUCKERS ONLY HARD BEHIND A GUN
HOPPIN OUT THE MAZI GRIPPIN BLADES YOU BETTER RUN
FIND IT HARD TO BREATH WITH METAL STICKING IN YOUR LUNG

DREAR :


She Really Thought That She Could Fuck 
I Don’t Want That Pussy
Look How Quick She Give It Up
You Stressing Bout Them Bill’s 
I Go To Sleep I’m Getting Guap 
I’m Tryna Run It Up 
I Got No Time To Fucking Talk

If you really wanna issue 
I can get you settled 
223 galore 
I’m pulling string’s like I’m jepeto 
no miss no loss 
I think I’m the fuckin meta  
If I really want em gone I’ll send 
My team right out to get em 


I feel better when I’m off the fucking dub 
100 round drum 
send you to the clouds above 
these bitches hit me up 
thinking imma show em love 
baby I got nothing left 
but you can get to givin top

CTRL+ALT+DELETE! FT. DREAR | PROD. SIXBOUND

LYRICS//


Bitch I got a problem, I’m addicted to chaos

Love the sound of the gunshots Blowing yo head off
ROOF ROOF Let them dogs off the leash
Get to barking in this bitch 
Ima fight till I’m deceased
DEAR GOD

Bitch I got a problem, I’m addicted to chaos

Love the sound of the gunshots Blowing yo head off
ROOF ROOF Let them dogs off the leash
Get to barking in this bitch 
Ima fight till I’m deceased
DEAR GOD

They have to feel the fucking pain of many men they’ve taken to the ground 

I’ll make a statement as my brethren die anything you claim we’ll burn it down 

As long as you live 
There will be no peace 
From everything we give 
We’ll leave your folks deceased 

If he don’t say, IMA SAY IT
FUCK THE REBEL FLAG BITCH

All of them confederates dead 
and It don’t make sense

My people stole a bunch of sticks then we Merked y’all niggas

So yeah I guess it make sense why they fear us niggas

FA FA FA FA LOVE THEM GUNSHOTS (ohhh)

On my momma boy I love to see a pig drop (dead)

Go ahead throw a brick get yo face popped (boom)

I GOT A PROBLEM IM ADDICTED TO THE CHAOS

Bitch I got a problem, I’m addicted to chaos

Love the sound of the gunshots Blowing yo head off
ROOF ROOF Let them dogs off the leash
Get to barking in this bitch 
Ima fight till I’m deceased
DEAR GOD

PANDEM!C !PROD MORTEH & MATHIASTYNER! LYRICS IN DESC

BISSIBOI

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