MOBBS RADICAL- WHACK(PROD. ³³MARROW)

VIDEO FOR THIS SONG: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SxrVfjSf0Xo

DON'T FUCK WITH VOID!!! (HE'S JUST STANDING THERE, MENACINGLY)

EP OUT START OF SEPTEMBER!

Mixed by @aaaktive

POLTERGEIST (PROD. ANXIOLYTIC)

Whammy feat xfvygo

Lyrics:

Okay
Woah woah lets go!
Wait woah woah lets go!
Huh huh wait  lets go!
Lets go lets go lets go!

I’m riding criminal smooth
Now that sublimal moves
Can’t see me but I see you 
We snatch your chain if it’s loose

I’m riding criminal smooth
Now that sublimal moves
Can’t see me but I see you 
We snatch your chain if it’s loose
Okay like!

Finger on the trigger
No I aint afraid to buss
Pistol pack a punch
Rockets heat like launch 
You dont wanna fucking run up on us
You dont wanna fucking run up on us

Finger on the trigger
No I aint afraid to buss
Pistol pack a punch
Rockets heat like launch 
You dont wanna fucking run up on us
You dont wanna fucking run up on UH

Cos’
We don’t play fair bitch
Want smoke lets get it
Pullup on you
No mask when we shoot
Kill 150 goons
In a minute
Ain’t got no limits
Driveby in that civic
Riding round the city
Hunnid digits on the pivot
Yeah this armageddon

Boutta go viral just like I have corona 
Sipping on liqueur until my vision slow motion
Poisoning my liver with that dirty magic potion
Better take precautions when I  pull up on you homie

Boutta go viral just like I have corona 
Sipping on liqueur until my vision slow motion
Poisoning my liver with that dirty magic potion
Better take precautions when I  pull up on you homie


I’m riding criminal smooth
Now that sublimal moves
Can’t see me but I see you 
We Snatch your chain if it’s loose

I’m riding criminal smooth
Now that sublimal moves
Can’t see me but I see you 
We Snatch your chain if it’s loose

Okay like!
Okay like!
O-O-O-Okay like!
Okay like!

Subliminal Criminal

▶️ LYRIC VIDEO

Subliminal Criminal 😎Prod. Hushinsilence😎

Prod. S1 NINJA

Engineered by Sinizter

Verse 1: TrippyThaKid
Verse 2: Blake Basic

PocketsPeterGriffin

Blake Basic - PocketsPeterGriffin (ft. TrippyThaKid)

Lyrics:
Don’t tell nobody Or else you gon catch this drop kick
Wait grabbing Shotty ain’t no hobbie 
Need to stop it
Yeah smokin green what you mean
I’ need to blow steam
Wait you a fiend you won’t amount to a damn thing

So what
Hittin the whip in a donut
Yeah I’ve been spittin just focus 
lyrics are written unnoticed 
I’ve noticed a novice anonymous the hypothesis is optimistic yeah or it’s simplistic sadistic 
So I suggest you should suck this dick 

Say what the fuck you wanna say
Just get it out of my way
I don’t got no time for games 
I won’t try
Coming through no I’m not phased
I just learn to love my ways
And I swear that to the grave you know I

Swerve on my nerves keep it cursed
Since my birth I’ve been burned 
I’ve been turned I’m concerned you know that I Keep it 
short 
Don’t extort don’t export 
Sit and join flip a coin
Live the life I’ve been thinking that it’s time
Wait in line I’ll cut through
I ain’t waiting for nobody
Feel the vibe feelin fine
Ain’t no time for feeling sorry
So divine let it shine
You could turn into somebody 
I’m a son of a god 
I ain’t rapping for a hobby

Don’t tell nobody Or else you gon catch this drop kick
Wait grabbing Shotty ain’t no hobbie 
Need to stop it
Yeah smokin green what you mean
I’ need to blow steam
Wait you a fiend you won’t amount to a damn thing

Dropkick (Prod. PLOTHO)

Cloud Pakks r back baby

Follow Me
Instagram : instagram.com/sugszeey/
Twitter : twitter.com/jcsugs

Prod. by Bloodlish
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bloodlish/
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/bipolarismsucks

Lyrics:
Just packed 50 fuckin oppies in my Dedd Barchetta
Cut em up and stack em nice, don’t get no blood on the legs
Ain’t tryna talk just want the jaw because the head far great
You tote the 45, spose’ we goin to war time mate

Yo why you testin', here’s a lesson, I go V for Vendetta
That Smith and Wesson go together like two birds of a feather
You try go play round with that pole you spin around it like tether
They flyin both sides, know there ain't no joy and no pleasure

Fuck ya goals guy. motherfuck ya cosign bitch
Grab the bowie knife, stab him 34 times bitch
David Bowie type, Blackstar, throwin scythes bitch
Act like Crona with these hoes, I eat your soul, bye bitch

I'm on the run; tell em Jimmy’s comin with lil Janey
Don’t enrage or piss her off you know that Janey got a motherfuckin' gun
I get fendi-floatin' when I'm mothafuckin' tokin'
Crash a 47 Boeing to the mothafuckin' sun

How I rock, can not talk wit ya bro, 
Hate the pigs and the po', imma chokehold that motherfucker Trump
Throwin rocks, throwin stones at your home
Get too close, imma knock u off ya toes out ya motherfuckin' trunks

Just packed 50 fuckin oppies in my Dedd Barchetta
Cut em up and stack em nice, don’t get no blood on the legs
Ain’t tryna talk just want the jaw because the head far great
You tote the 45, spose’ we goin to war time mate