HELL BOY +Xantu+

CRASHOUT!!! Prod. Veinn

CHERRY LIPGLOSS (prod. tunna)

SKINN +PROD K.V.N+ (UNFINISHED ASF)

(nevv!)

everybody wanna talk about business

wanna talk about shit they know nothing about

why dont you keep ya tongue in your lips bitch

cause ill be the one thats gon put you down

im losing self control

fuck a pole

i want knuckles to bleed

i want you feeling every hit

you get for fuckin with me

oh jeez oh jeez

oh me oh my

now cant you see

i just want peace

no need to die

so leave me be

i need to sleep

cant please my eyes

cause all i see

apologies

from weakly (weekly) lies

and sorry guys

got no regrets

if i did it that means its done

everybody talkin shit

till im cuttin off all their tongues

i be feelin like the police

how im stealin everyones funds

and im spending it on myself

aint no body gettin back none

cause uuhhhhhh

im a real bitch

see it want it i steal it

i be making my luck

never wishing upon a heel click

seven years i been sick with

indecision of interest

treating life like a mistress

so fuck it ill stick my dick in

sometimes im in my mind, i find my home then im back

everybody mad bout pussy you a hoe too relax

you should get up out the bushes find some joy in the grass

take a breath and feel the air, you gon realize that you're wack

all facts

(stemodity)

what's that? little stemmy boy back in this bitch with the digital pollution on the track
hoe you whack if you ain't feeling this,
yall know what the dealing is,
drowning in the alcohol until the fucking ceiling spins; guess I missed my swimming lessons
gripping on the smith and wesson
pointed at your dome, can feel the breathe of demons on your necklace
rhymes are coming straight from hell
those enrolled, I wish you well
spent your life scratching off tickets in wishing wells
can you feel the cold of my chrome on your forehead
imma smash in that skull until that hoe dead
Imma smoke me's an O of some potent loaded in cones
like, i really mari-juant it
sippin gin while putting paper to pen
you said you could and never would rotting away in the bed
what? you spend all of your time online and that's it?
talking shit through a screen might get you feeling regret

nevv! x stemodity - oh me, oh my!

(LYRICS)

Welcome to the Salty Splatoon how tough are you?
How tough am I?! How tough am I?!
I had a bowl of nails for breakfast this morning!
Yea so?
Without any milk

3 am still working I don’t know sleep 
3 loaded mags ain't nobody here can hold me 
Kill me where I stand aye somebody gotta fold me
Don’t know who I am why he thinking that he knows me 

Convos in mirror I forgot who I was talking to 
Hi my name is Villain big dog call me Maraduke 
Rolling with that choppa in my whip so guess what ima do 
Running and we gunning man I didn’t even want yo loot 
Ops stay ducking me that’s been the best for me and you 
PTSD boy I feel it then I gotta shoot 
Deadbeat the veteran still hazing anybody new 
DeadWorldMoneyGang I never trust a new recruit  

Amazing amazing I’m living it's amazing 
The pavement the pavement we got it out pavement 
The basement the basement we made it out the basement
Aint saving no saving so watch how just how you playing
Man I hate this planet just abduct me on a spaceship 
Probably hate the other planet probably wanna break shit 
Y’all ain’t got no gas up on this planet why'd you take me
All we ever know blow smoke till we choke 
All we ever know go hustle get the doe 
All we ever know is the pain and the foes 
All we ever known maintain don’t provoke 
Something in my brain made me change me broke 
I said fuck the game fuck the chains leave em broke
Never look back like my neck been broke 
Living with regrets I’ll never feel again though
I always did my own thing 
Tell me otherwise 
Really come expose me 
But I’m Penny Wise 
How you gonna smoke me 
When I’m not alive 
You can take the whole cake
Cuz I wanted pie

6 am still working I don’t sleep 
6 loaded mags ain't nobody here can hold me 
Kill me where I stand aye somebody gotta fold me
Don’t know who I am why he think that he knows me 
Stay ducking me that’s been the best for me and you 
PTSD boy I feel it then I gotta shoot 
Deadbeat veteran still hazing anybody new 
DeadWorldMoneyGang I never trust a new recruit

WITHOUT ANY MLIK (PROD HERKILLA)

Walk With Me (prod. mercykill)

real pain...
just hope this helps u get thru yours...

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BONE2PICK +PROD. VEINN+

niggas always talking fucking crazy on my name
i think they forget im their entry to the game
can i get a feature, no!
can i get a placement, no! 
you just wanna use me for the people that i fucking know!
if i work with him maybe that guy might go work with me
but thats not how it goes, you the lowest at the totem see
wait run it right back
hits from the bowl i take me a nap
go hit a lick, run me a stack
fill up the bag im blowing a pack
i find it so funny niggas think that i cheesed my way through the game
you asking questions, how'd you do it? bitch we are not the same
i used to chase clout try to be like other niggas lanes
that shit is lame that shit is whack
im on my own i wake up every morning get to fucking bags and thats that
run it right back 
take it to top
i grab on my glock im letting it pop
boy looking red, a sign for the stop
your bitch on my dick and she giving me top
hurt is the gang i open the shop
raising my niggas up straight to the top
i turned up the raps and now theyre bops
all on my dick man you look like the cops
raising the bag and the bar like the stocks
getting the money its still nike on socks
and thats okay my life is perfect
shut the fuck up you can't hurt this
i charge a purse bitch just for verses
numbers rising shit's like curses

how the fuck you think you gonna make it being lazy?
tell us how did you do it? dropping songs like i was crazy
and thats the trick, that's the thing you can't just drop like anything
you need some vibrance need some colors make the track look like its bling
adding substance to my songs its like pen is doing coke
niggas high up off my lyrics its like my words are filled with dope
i love my fans they listen to my music just to fucking cope
they send me dms on the daily xel your music is my hope!
how do they do that you don't got fans?
man shut the fuck up my followings bands
look at the posts the comments on grams
half of you niggas is looking like stans
im doing a show out in your city 
you niggas is showing up just to fuck with me
dapping me up you do it out of pity
fake on the internet stop acting shitty

niggas always talking fucking crazy on my name
i think they forget im their entry to the game
can i get a feature, no!
can i get a placement, no! 
you just wanna use me for the people that i fucking know!

i been onto your antics
look at your face you shocked with the panic
thoughts in your head you acting all manic
hands in the air boy you acting all frantic
smoke a j and just chill i don't see the deal forreal
ain't gon make it out the cut thats the seal thats on your will!

A DAY IN MY HEAD (Prod. VEINN)

production: Gullyspit

Lyrics: 
Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

Verse 1: 
that’s a misfire
that’s a setback
I bet that 
stitch what you can save and put the rest inside my backpack
got fun in little bottles you have that 
come on back inside and grab a blunt
got pretty girls, you like they ass fat?

i be fucking toxic
i know they hate guts 
i might stay on drugs
smoke these roaches to the nubs
pretty people in my dm's
lot of black inside my lungs
i know they wanna see me rotten
wanna fill me up slugs 

Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

Verse 2: 
off the jump
need a lift come suck me up
i been waiting for minute 
every finger needs a gun
i can’t deal with more attention
but attention is so fun
you the type to run your mouth
I’m the type to make you run
it’s okay though
cause i got pockets full of bands
i got money for a second till it burns right out my hands
empty stomach like my gas tank
concrete all on my land
i got weapon that been handmade
using printers from Japan

but today
honestly today 
I feel a bomb
my face got a mask
don’t say you scared of this gun
i just need a bit a time 
this moment won’t be for long
put the money in the bag or open wide for the pump

Hook:
on the road again guess they didn’t register my tone
body full flies my cartilage feel like stone
put the wires tight together red on red or you get blown
wrap it all up with a bow and send a message to my phone 
gully why your shit so cryptic?
my body missing parts should I head down to the clinic?
everything you say sadistic, been sounding  like a ghoul 
yesterday I saw my bloated body floating in the pool

On The Road

CRUSHIN SKULLS SNIPPET* UNMIXED (prod. or.1ove)

𝟖𝟖𝟖 𝕳𝖀𝕽𝕿 𝕲𝕬𝕹𝕲 𝟖𝟖𝟖

CRASHOUT!!! Prod. Veinn

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