engineered/co-prod: @sastrp

lyrics:
get smacked if you act up
getcha racks up 
.44 wit a mac tucked getcha ass snuffed 
4 hoes shaking ass tell em pick it back up 
stone cold just a wild frigid nigga masked up 

what the fuck bro 
i get it crackin w the snubnose 
she really asking where the love go? 
ion really love hoes 
she really mad and what the fuck for? 
i been an addict for the blood flow 
nigga better run home 

i keep it loaded off the lot and if we roll then i kill it 
i keep a pole inside my pocket put a hole in your civic 
you wanna go ok i got it i keep smoke in the chimney 
she running low on them narcotics so she hope i ain’t busy 
you wanna kill me wait in line lil pussy i ain’t inna that 
im busy dying while you hatin on the internet 
i’m breathing fire out this big ass nine 
my .45 operatic sound like satan when i spin it back 

blat hit the gas cold steel when i crash cars 
cracked in the cap hoes kill if i ask for it 
you a hater and you know it homie
 i brought a laser not to mention got a 40 on me
runnin with the goddamn clip 
in the goddamn tec 
couple hot lead tips 
leave you goddamn dead 
and if my nine dont spit 
then my glock gon blam 
i’m a goddamn king
you a goddamn stan
lil bitch

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aim to please, shoot to kill (prod. adjacen7)

lyrics: 

big clip out the ride 
rip out your spine 
bitch i buss back, lift his body then he die 
never really want click clack til ya whole clique whacked 
it’s a fact, put a body in the sky 
what’s that? touchback? well you got that
rucksack fulla mags for the contact
one splat, get clapped, never come back
better back up fore your ass wit a toe tag 
blap! blap! blap! 
in the back of the 'lac 
where i go? where i go? 
wit the mac on my lap, i know, i know 
you was askin for that, times up, times up
leave a mag in your back, psycho, psycho 
i’m G O D 
now a couple hoes wanna be on me 
i got heat on me, wit my D O Gs
i go C O D 
but this a pricey fit so don’t bleed on me 

i spit killer shit like my glocky do 
i might hit ya bitch when i pop at you 
you better get a grip fore my dogs are loose 
they might hit a lick, they might bark at you 
i might sip a bit while she off a bean 
never really got what i’m offering 
hit him in his top if he talkin sweet 
you know talk is cheap, so i charge a fee

2077 (prod. erlax x rose)

BULLSEYE (ft. NIKKO)

SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3v0QT...
https://instagram.com/haarper7
https://twitter.com/haarper77

Lyrics:
Watch ya tone ‘fo I set the tone
Hit ya with that drone
Gotta clone but they never home
Call you on the phone
You gon know aint no way out
Do not stay out
I done see it all befo you a pussy 
played out

Bring my ana and my blaster
Ima start the raid now
Ima tag ya all ya matter will not matter laid out
It’s the trapper of the season
Ima make it rain now
Talk about a stupid mothafucka with a ruger from the gutter gonna take em to another fuckin plane like OOH

Look another punk
Think you bigger
You a stickler
That’s enough 
Pull the trigger 
Yellow sticker 
On the ground 
Gettin rid of all the litter
Toe taggin all my opposition they cannot get rid of me  

Jump with the pump
Make another fuckin punk get sunk
Break another fuckin chump
Pop pop to a runt
Make em cough
Like I hit em with a blunt 
Cough drop
Take ya soul then I punt

Ima put em in the earth
Jump start the birth
Got my choppa
Gonna put ya in the mothafuckin dirt
Neferpitou in a hearse 
But I seen much worse
People slipping to chaos succumb to the curse I’m the catalyst 

I don’t need a key
Cause I be breaking through the lock
Ima throw another stone right through yo window call a cop
I be stompin choppin up the block the blicky make ya drop
It gets sticky when she get my hicky 
She all on my

I made you the way that you are
Everybody wanna be me but they way too far
Cannot keep up, get yo green up
Got another c cup with her knees up
In yo Prius 
Teacups with chamomile
In my camo in ammo fields
With the banner get banned right here
Ima banish the plan is clear

Watch ya tone ‘fo I set the tone
Hit ya with that 
Watch ya tone ‘fo I set the tone
Hit ya with that 
Watch ya tone ‘fo I set the tone
Hit ya with that drone 
Gotta tone
Hit ya with that
Hit ya with that

HAARPER -  GOJIRA (Prod. HAARPER)

[Intro]
Unknown, In this bitch
Well known, aye

[Alternate Chorus]
Really don't get it
I got the business
She say she love me (yup)
I got the mistress (mistress)
Feel like I got this stress
Flash like I'm in the press
I am the witness
Bitch, you can feel this, Ooh!

[Verse 1]
Pullin all these triggers with emotion it figures I got this itchin on me and I swear I don't got any chiggers look at the bigger picture no I don't wanna get witcha and if you died today no I would not fuckin miss ya
No, I will not fuckin miss ya (nah)
Ride around town with the stigma (oou)
Boy I ride around with enigma (yeah)
Can't hear me where's the signal (signal)
Please stop staring with the insults bitch (insults)
I earned my own charisma (charisma)
Yeah my flow so abysmal (abysmal
When I pop off I won't miss ya x 4 (no I won't miss you) (nah, nah)

[Chorus}
I really don't get it (nah)
I got the business (yeah)
She say she love me
I got the mistress
Run around runnin that mouth boy
Make you eat them slugs like Malfoy
Bitin all these mothafuckas while i'm undercover
Artist of the year ill discover get a little slice of butter
But I guess you can't believe that
Really thought you could keep secrets

[Verse 3]
Smile on my face, Yuh
Best believe that
You just want a taste, Yuh
While I'm bleeding

[Verse 4}
Eyesight
Bye Bye
Tonight
I die
Inside
Why Lie
Fly by (fly by)
Come down now
When I drop in looking pretty
You the class clown man you lookin silly
Really though really though really
Know I got the sub bumpin through the whole city
Really did it by myself (yeah)
I don't need nobody help (nah)
Yeah I'm repeating myself (yeah)
But you just don't get the message (nah)

[Verse 6]
I just ride around town uh, with the mains yeah
Keep the pressure down now uh, I can't strain this. x2
Run with the switch
Bet that body hit the ditch (uh)
Love when it hits
Catch me gnarly with the shits (uh)

[Chorus]
Really don't get it
I got the business
She say she love me
I got the mistress
Run around runnin that mouth boy
Make you eat them slugs like Malfoy
Bitin all these mothafuckas while i'm undercover
Artist of the year ill discover get a little slice of butter
But I guess you can't believe that
Really thought you could keep secrets
OOH!

MUSIC VIDEO

Really Don't Get It (Prod. Moss Beats)

PROD. SIXTHELLS

LYRICS

Once again Dont try but I make it quick
Second try track but they dont know this
Im Dressed all black 
But my face stay numb
If you cross my path
Better spray that gun
Aint insane 
Just stoned
Flip it off The phone
Then they drop dead
Aint afraid
Just done
With the stupid taughts
Deep down in my head

I crawled in my shell
Got crucified in my own hell
Same place I found myself
Things were right before I fell (x2)

Back from the crypt
Walking down the hill
Its dark out raining still
Comming towards end (x2)

Hopes gone
I Stay cold
No hope
Just Stay froze
Made a phone call
Narcotic down the road
Thats for sure
Stacking mud and stacking doe
Take ur smile off ur face 
You just a bitch thats for sure
Shadow never leave a trace

I crawled in my shell
Got crucified in my own hell
Same place I found myself
Things were right before I fell (x2)

From The Crypt

Prod. BaileyDaniel

19 million views on YouTube

#BlakeBasic #BadInfluence

Blake Basic - BAD INFLUENCE (ft. Yamakazi)

MONEY TALK [prod. erlax]

Prod. S1 NINJA

Engineered by Sinizter

Verse 1: TrippyThaKid
Verse 2: Blake Basic

PocketsPeterGriffin

Blake Basic - PocketsPeterGriffin (ft. TrippyThaKid)

Donnie Darko Got The Draco (NEW MIX) (Feat. Trippythakid)

Engineered by @downfvll
Lyrics:
Okay okay
Hot shit really think you need to stop it
Hot shit really think you need to stop

Hot shit really think you need to stop it
I've been independent and your music makes me vomit
Nonsense all the comments you've been plotting
Keeping it at minimal like trash you composite
Bitch I'm coming up

Mofucka ima run it and I'm causin all the ruckus
Kickin buckets 3 headed Cerberus when I'm hunting
So ironic when you tell me that you want it
Yes I got the super speed like I'm sonic
So don't sleep on the profit
I'm a stunna so cold stone cold Steve Austin
I'm not stopping lookin at yo girl pop lock and drop it
Outta pocket while she drop it like it's

Like it's hot damn okay
I'm a sinner no way
Come and get her rose
I just ordered postmates
Yuh I'm living La Vida Loca
Sippin sake playin Tamagotchi like a soul mate
Yeah I'm coming up

Hot shit really think you need to stop it
I've been independent and your music makes me vomit
Nonsense all the comments you've been plotting
Keeping it at minimal like trash you composite
Talk shit I've been drippin like a faucet
Walk it like I talk it you can't keep up if I'm honest

Okay don't
Okay woah
Drip drip drip drippin like a faucet
Yeah I just walk it like I talk it
Drip drip drip drippin like a faucet
Yeah I just walk it like I talk it