Ok this is the last single before the album drops I love you guys <3

art by @welkin1213 on IG

Lyrics:

(TRIPLE777)

I put that fa**** where the grass is,
Fuck money I be jackin off at Sax Fifth,
Lets run it bitch I dont think you wanna catch this,
Face filled with plastic when im done spazzin,
Fuck yo face up oh my god so tragic,
Break yo throat now you gaspin no breath closed casket,
Matches to ashes im so done ive had it,
Burn you alive then I tag it and bag it,
Read the Necronomicon before brunch,
I feel just like Genghis Khan I kill runts,
Fuck you pussy ima god so pray up,
You about to see yo grandma suckin cock,
I dont give a single fuck and then some,
You can catch me goin dumb and gettin buck,
Fuck yo momma makin love cant get enough,
Me and H to the X STAGE goin nuts,

(HXSTAGE)

Mom look I’m on skotskr beat,
Don’t give a shit about anything, 
haven’t reached my peak,
Hate this living shit low key, 
I’m not impressed by anything quit this shit go to sleep, 
I can’t take you fucks when you gonna give it up, 
Bitch you runners up you fuckin suck,
Like a fuckin whore, 
Lick my nuts, 
Woah, 
Imma knock a pussy to the floor, 
Bitch you better be ready to get it in, 
Bitch I been ready to go look at your throat, 
Look at the muhfucking blade in it,
Come around here and you float off in the moat, 
Fed to the muhfucking gators bitch,
There’s no room for sorry there’s no way that you can take it back,
Everything is building and it,
And it tears at my skin again, 
Ruining everything making me crave the end,
Take it away,
Make it go,
Take it a-fucking-way.

BODYBAG

BODYBAG - TRIPLE777 x HXSTAGE (PROD. SKOTSKR)

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)

XX feat *BLXDESMITH*

GHOST

GHOST [PROD. BIV x BLCKK x NATE THOMAS]

Driving With My Eyes Closed (Feat.TEENAGE DISASTER)

LYRICS:

Tryna get rich then pick my issues back up I’m not tryna quit
Didn’t my best shit sound like I got fucked up shit I prolly did
What’s up with you? Ima keep running my mouth then buy myself a crib
Bitch I been knew, I’m supposed to be fucked up I’m my mommas kid
Try and tell me what the fuck I’m really supposed to talk about then we could die about it
Shit that’s written in my DNA could tell me why I never got to write about it
Why the fuck I couldn’t cry about it,
Why the fuck it’s all blood sweat and my liver taking all the hits ‘bout it

Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with

You don’t know who the fuck I am,
And don’t try and tell me what the fuck I’m really talking ‘bout,
And don’t try and act like you know better bitch,
I could finish shit, get shit wrapped up and I flip the script
Get them pages ripped, get them memories stripped I’m uh,
Not making them same mistakes again get what the fuck I want
Done feeling like shit ‘bout something I said I’m on my fucking job
You don’t gotta like shit ‘bout me it’s a lot of you people like I give a fuck
Motherfucker it’s up
Yeah

Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah yeah
Fuck that shit don’t call me nothing bitch
I trust me and mine, you don’t know who you fucking with

NOTHING [PROD. SKOTSKR]

LYRICS:

Um, Teenage Disaster, and, BLCKK
When you guys, make another song, 
Could, you make it maybe not like, not like mask
Because I wanted it to be more like, like you sing and
And, like you’re going through something

TEENAGE DISASTER:

My crib the motherfucking place to go
Let’s pop this shit then we could pull out the rollie
Drive that car we could crash it like we bought it
A credit card just to purchase narcotics like aw,
Come take a pic with me,
Yeah rich motherfucker ‘boutta D I E,
Yeah sick with the shit call the C.D.C.

BLCKK:

And we could both burn ‘bout it bitch B.T.D.

Yeah, bitch, two hundred on the freeway
Detour, I’m whipping up the beach bitch D-Day
I stopped giving a fuck when Thorne got four M’s
I’m in his checking account spending it for him
I couldn’t have picked a worse day off
I’m on a fifth of tequila spitting on four dead -siren sound effect? Idk how to include this-
Bitch, they’ll never give me awards so I,
Bought some shit that I can’t afford
Two guns, two cars, two vests, I request
Faggot ass rappers drop a motherfucking address
I don’t know who the fuck let you get in the practice
Somebody send him a shot ima see if he catch it
Mixing chemicals bitch I’m active
Keep it steady that shit reactive
Send him to heaven if he unwrap it, bow
Bitch yeah, send him a package

TEENAGE DISASTER:

My crib the motherfucking place to go
Let’s pop this shit then we could pull out the rollie
Drive that car we could crash it like we bought it
A credit card just to purchase narcotics like aw,
Come take a pic with me,
Yeah rich motherfucker ‘boutta D I E,
Yeah sick with the shit call the C.D.C.

BLCKK:

And we could both burn ‘bout it bitch B.T.D.

MY CRIB W/ TEENAGE DISASTER [PROD. SKOTSKR]

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