FLIP FEAT. BIV [PROD. GRIN]

prod. @stvrfire
art by crustgooch

lyrics:
im that nigga in all black
always been unlikeable
do it for my family
you niggas unreliable
yeah you always wanna talk shit
but you wont pop off
think you hard like a bottle
we gon rip yo top off
niggas always on the internet 
you needa log off
weed good i got a headache
from the blunt when i cough
cough
back to the basics
beat a nigga ass if he black
guess im racist
they would hit the @ but never
send the location
i could only laugh
cuz the cash that im making

you could never handle a nigga thats like me
everybody wanna talk but i keep my shit lowkey
niggas always gotta hate so i say c'est la vie
i feel like top chef these niggas dont want beef

they really think they know a nigga
from what they see on a screen
they really think they know a nigga
fuck you niggas mean

where you been at? i been off the map
i been in the crib eating good getting fat
yuh i dont wanna talk bitch im barely tryna rap
shoutout pat 
run up on me pussy you will get slapped
i know a couple niggas who just might shoot
just hopped in the pit now i got blood on my shoes
i will never fit in or try to do what they do
fuck what anybody says my nigga do you

[hook]
fuck what anybody says, do you.

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LYRICS :

all gas no breaks , keep a pistol 
when i talk my shit keep it simple 
that’s a red dot beam not a pimple 
and ima whipe yo face clean n make it painful 

got pent up rage , bring the frenzy
you better pick up all yo weight this shit get heavy
i’m sick n tired all the waiting got me empty 
my brain is fried like a mother fuckin 10pc

bullets fuckin hollow bitch i’m aiming at yo dome 
and if you wanna fuckin try me you can taste this fuckin chrome 
everybody act the same i cannot fuck with all these clones 
hinokami how i spit this fuckin heat breath n control 

i keep black blade tucked on me call me tanjiro
all these bitches keep chasin me but i keep my shit on go 
yo shit is wack straight trash you can keep that shit at home 
i keep on raising the bar these mother fuckers got no hope 

i push the gas no breaks , full throttle make it quake 
bitch i’m anarchofuckhead pussyboi you cannot mistake 
all cap whatchu say better talk lowercase 
cuz bitch i’m raising hell, ill set the world into a blaze

all gas no breaks , keep a pistol 
when i talk my shit keep it simple 
that’s a red dot beam not a pimple 
and ima whipe yo face clean n make it painful 

got pent up rage , bring the frenzy
you better pick up all yo weight this shit get heavy
i’m sick n tired all the waiting got me empty 
my brain is fried like a mother fuckin 10pc

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ALL GAS NO BREAKS ! (PROD. GUARDIAN)

Only money they wanna see you get is up on your eyelids,
Thats marvelous,
Come and try this,
I got friends in many places they gon ride bitch,
Simple Simon,
all your rhymes is,
I been on my fly shit like a pilot look up in the sky bitch,
I make some wild winds,
Chillin with the angels playing violins,
I just took your halo and I swallowed it,
And they all on my cock bitch,
How you do that?
I super sized it,
Did it on my own dont need a side kick,
I dont need a hoe I ride my own dick,
Breaking down doors no locksmith,
How I came in the game like I fucked it,
Taking crowns thrones all your gold bricks,
Turn your name to a shame when im locked in,
When you up around me better learn your etiqette,
Nobody represent me im my only delegate,
A specialist at work you see me in my element,
The sediment has set but still you acting pessimist,
They calling me the goat and that shit very definite,
Im loving how this flow is feeling so damn arrogant,
My passion limitless,
This shit is limitless,
Yall know how it is,
YUNG FLEX:
How many times I gotta say I got no option,
Caution when I drop shit,
Pardon me if you think I’m killing this shit too often,
Stop it, sick and tired of copy and pasted artists,
If these niggas my sons, imma put em up for adoption,
Y’all might say I’m wilding,
I say it’s perfect timing,
These rhymes sitting doper than the eighth up in my pocket,
Dodging all the opp shit, flocking to the profit,
I can’t be boxed in, my shit over your head like cockpits, bitch,
And they all up on my dick now,
He think he next up,
I tell him sit out,
Been going crazy in this bitch, can’t tell me shit now,
Killing the motherfucking game with a big smile,
And it ain’t shit you could do to save it,
Go head and face it, ain’t no debating,
You try equating, pussy you eating pavement,
Ain’t shit I’m saying pertaining to shit you be proclaiming,
The shit I spit explosive,
Murking niggas the motive,
I come thru and rip it, and clean the shit up ‘fore you notice,
I’m focused, ain’t stopping til I’m buzzing like a locust,
I’m hoping and praying for your lowest fucking moments,
All of your shit is bogus, all of my shit ferocious,
You hopeless, and I’m just sitting, chilling, rolling potent like,
Come take a hit of this,
Bitch, my passion limitless,
Y’all know how it is.
- YUNG FLEX

ETIQUETTE 555

LIMITLESS

LIMITLESS - FT. YUNG FLEX (PROD. T7)

DIE ON PURPOSE PROD. NOVÂFLED

EVERYONE HATES_ME (Prod. Buckx2)

CURTIS [PROD. CUBE]

Art by @sammyfendi via IG

Written, Produced, Mixed & Mastered by TRIPLE777

LYRICS:

Wake up t7 it’s a new era,
What’s the word lil bro how you been fella?
I been feelin Superbad no Michel Cera,
Tryna bring terror,
Manipulate the weather,
I know you feel the pressure,
I been that bag getter,
Montra Montra monsta enter,
4th demential 5 G trend setter,
Gotta break the simulation fore you get better,
The matrix treats us all like mental patients no bitch I got no patience we all under surveillance,
The CIA tryna make us all complacent the NSA gets paid and then all our taxes get taken,
They keep you spiritually shaken,
Jesus Christ is the only way to salvation,
Hacking into life I’m Patrick Bateman,
This a break through psychiatric break in,
3rd eye open manifest high fashion,
3rd eye showin that I best take action,
I’ll die knowin god blessed my passion,
I’m open to it all that’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
Wake up t7 it’s a new era,
What’s the word lil bro how you been fella?
I been feelin Superbad no Michel Cera,
Tryna bring terror,
Manipulate the weather,
I know you feel the pressure,
I been that bag getter,
Montra Montra monsta enter,
4th demential 5 G trend setter,
Gotta break the simulation fore you get better,
Check it,
Feel my energy a Motha fuckin beacon 
a vessel of god you can feel it when I’m speakin,
I would never give it up to any of these demons 
Ima make em fall and I ain’t talking that season,
You fuckin punk bitch,
Who the fuck you think you playin with you dumb bitch,
I hope that sunk in,
I be really livin everything you bumpin,
Recently I had to watch my back myself,
And reassure everything that’s whack I felt,
Sorry not, (NOT SORRY) sorry to the hell,
They was tryna keep me all up inside of a cell,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction,
That’s the law of attraction.

SORRY, NOT SORRY

SORRY

LYRICS:

I JUST WALKED INSIDE THE PARTY FEEL LIKE YARRI GOT MY GUN ON ME
HALF OF Y'ALL GON' DIE THE OTHER HALF OF Y'ALL STILL FUCK WITH ME
TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW ALREADY
BITCH QUIT DUCKING ME
I WAS BTD SO I DON'T GIVE A FUCK 'BOUT NOTHING

BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
STEPPIN' IN THIS BITCH ALONE LIKE WHAT'S THE DEAL
BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
I JUST CAME BECAUSE I'M LOOKING FOR A BILL

I'M PUTTIN' HOLES INSIDE Y'ALL CRV THEN WHIPPIN' THAT BITCH BACK INSIDE THE SHOP AND GET IT FIXED FOR ME
NEXT TIME Y'ALL PUT Y'ALL FUCKING EYES ON ME
THEM WINDOWS TINTED BULLETPROOF THE BODY FAGGOT FUCK WITH ME
I DON'T KNOW NOBODY NAME
BITCH PICK A LANE
AND KEEP Y'ALL FUCKING FOOT OFF MINE NOBODY GOTTA DIE TODAY
TWO HUNDRED FIFTY FOR A CONVERSATION
Y'ALL DUMB AS FUCK Y'ALL KNOW Y'ALL CAN'T REPLACE ME
I BURNT THAT BITCH UP IT'S A CELEBRATION
MAKE SURE HIS MAMA CAN'T GO SEE HIS FACE
PUT YOU TO SLEEP IT'S NO MORE NOTHING BITCH

BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
STEPPIN' IN THIS BITCH ALONE LIKE WHAT'S THE DEAL
BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
I JUST CAME BECAUSE I'M LOOKING FOR A BILL
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(I DON'T HAVE CXRPSE'S LYRICS FIGURE IT OUT)

NICOTINE W/ CXRPSE [PROD. FONY WALLACE & OLLIEYEAHH]

Art by @wormclown on insta

Motha fucka are you ready
We boutta fuck it up
Get yo ass up in the pit bitch I’m tryna see some blood
Let it spin spin spin
Till you can’t breathe out cho lungs
Poke a hole inside a demons skull and fuck it till I cum
Function 
we throwin bodies at the function
Fuckshit
We throwin fingers at the fuckshit
Where the fuck all the tree at
We all got our vices you can’t judge that
From the wild Wild West I need my cowboy hat
This town ain’t built for us both you can’t be fuckin whack
Starting riots in my room cause I’ve been Quarantined
I’m setting fire to this mic with my gasoline
Same shit always drop gotta intervene
Pumpin tracks out that no one has ever heard but me
We throwin fingers at the fuckshit
I’m throwin fingers at the fuckshit
Bitch stop it 
Motha fucka tryna talk shit
You don’t understand you just toxic
Undermining all my causes 
But I got the drip like facet
Stop with all that  fuckin nonsense 
You gonna make me fuckin nauseous
If you gotta problem wit me Motha fucka say it I don’t like all of the gossip
Yuh it’s that spiked hair kid with the attitude
Lemme stomp my fuckin foot and show you what I do
Shit and spit on everything you ever thought was cool
And I’m just only fresh outta high school
So keep my name out cho mouth
Go suck dick somewhere else for all that clout

TRIPLE777

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produced by me if not otherwise stated

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NICOTINE W/ CXRPSE [PROD. FONY WALLACE & OLLIEYEAHH]

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