(PROD NEXXX)

ALL PLATFORMS:
https://too.fm/vy92o94

(LYRICS)
Toe tag body bag no I couldn't give a fuck
I stack my bag now they wanna hit me up
Big drum no mag fuck around and light em up
Free my soul man inner system locking up 

She wanna hold hands
I wanna count bands
No time for romance 
Can't hit no slow dance

I can't ever slow down
Bitch you been a whole clown
Fuck around and fuck around and we gone shoot the whole town
Bitch im in that ar8 and its still fk the underground
Act like they made it but they still tryna take my old sound

Bitch I got rich quick
Make yo whip kick flip
We aint on the same shit
You lame bitch
Fishscale my wrist hit
Wanna act like you really bout it 
But we know you aint on shit

Toe tag body bag no I couldn't give a fuck
I stack my bag now they wanna hit me up
Big drum no mag fuck around and light em up
Free my soul man inner system locking up 

She wanna hold hands
I wanna count bands
No time for romance 
Can't hit no slow dance

YOU THOUGHT I COULD DIE?

DWMG.COM X_X

YOU THOUGHT I COULD DIE w LIL LUCIFER

genotropist (ft. solsa + wendigo) (prod. solsa)

Call Now - Intro

MOBBS RADICAL x NOTIONS - SHINIGAMI BLADE DANCE(PROD. JON LOC)

Birth Of A Demon (Prod. Zyller46 Beats)

Wriggled out the pork rinds

art by: https://soundcloud.com/c3of

SLIME DIVER [PROD. SOLSA]

Now I’m so sad bitch
Now I’m so sad
Fucked up every little thing that we ever had
Now I’m so sad bitch now I’m so sad 
can’t hide from reality you’re just fucking trash
2x

I don’t got a life
I don’t got time
I don’t got friends cuz I know it’s all pretend
I hope that you die
Got this bitch up on my mind
I will never trust again
Fucking with my head

Never trust a bitch they’re 
just made for sucking dick

SVD (PROD.TENJIN)*Unreleased bonus track*

Art by: https://soundcloud.com/c3of
Made this in my homies kitchen shout out to him

Lyrics:
You've been in denial 
Your in drought 
So shut your fucking mouth

Dance around the topic 
Got it cock it 
Get to love the sound

Casings in your garden 
Make you pop 
And now he on the ground

Coldest cases 
No remorse 
Its haunted 
They dont come around

They dont wanna know 
Ice inside the snow 
Got the chamber load
On the ufo

Life been moving slow 
Drugs inside the stove 
Option always there 
live the way you dont

Homie be takin the hearse 
Eat up the dirt 
Serve as a learner to learning the curve

Atoms disperse 
Shattered and flying around to the ends of the earth

Pale moonlight 
Boy this air too tight
You been off so long 
Ima scare you right
Speeding off quick fast 
Dumb drum leave him in the quick sand 
Bitch got a lust for the quick cash

Put the funds in the big bag 
Duffle and the pig masks
Needles on the floor mat
Pipes in this bitch ass

Your bitch sucking knobs
Getting banged fucking raw 
For a couple bucks 
For some crack rock 
What the fuck is wrong

Mercenaries mind 
It gets hairy guy 
Boy you really suck
Raise the Fahrenheit

Got the semi tucked 
Get it terrorized 
He got heavy lungs 
Leave him paralyzed

Bullet strike his balding tip 
Yelling with that shotty gripped 
Those tendrils on his throat 
He Lose his mind about the thought of it

I'm always in the thoughts of shallow slumber 
Have to mutter 
Words in order to get greeted 
Feel defeated 
After summer

Call Now - Intro

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