Vibes XIX

Prod. Blanco
#SCFirst

lyrics:

Niggas trippin, know they like to cap a lot
But they switchin they position once it’s time to back it up 
Move along and take it all witchu it’s time to pack it up
I been focused on myself but this shit can’t come fast enough 
Steak and shrimp my company when at the fucking dinner table 
2010 man I was dreaming had no bread to pay for cable 
Cut the cord on niggas anyway they dial I’m unable 
I’m too clean for them obscene of them to lie and tell they fables
I just copped a brand new Cuban lately I been on one 
Double Dutch them diamonds dancing like they pulling up to prom 
I can’t speak on Whatchu heard but just know my word is bond 
All that tweeting for the birds, all my X’s dead and gone 

I can’t let up on these niggas foot to throat I catch ‘em bad 
Roles reversing I was lacking now I’m cooking with some gas 
I won’t lie though cause I’m built for this but human in the end 
Every now again it’s natural to try and not collapse
And they gon say what they say about they racks in the bank 
We know the truth you be cappin let that ego inflate 
I can’t waste time of day there ain’t enough anyway 
But you should throw in the towel boy I’m finished I can’t 
And it’s just another day to me I’m sticking to the mission 
Like I’m playing call of duty all I know is hit precision 
Trynna think of how my brodies finna eat we in the kitchen 
When we pop out on the scene they finna think it was a smith & 

Niggas trippin, know they like to cap a lot
But they switchin they position once it’s time to back it up 
Move along and take it all witchu it’s time to pack it up
I been focused on myself but this shit can’t come fast enough 
Steak and shrimp my company when at the fucking dinner table 
2010 man I was dreaming had no bread to pay for cable 
Cut the cord on niggas anyway they dial I’m unable 
I’m too clean for them obscene of them to lie and tell they fables
I just copped a brand new Cuban lately I been on one 
Double Dutch them diamonds dancing like they pulling up to prom 
I can’t speak on Whatchu heard but just know my word is bond 
All that tweeting for the birds, all my X’s dead and gone 

Swear to god I been on demon-time I bust my ass for this 
Always getting what I wanted with that hunger catalyst
And I swear by Whatchu learn can make a better bag to get 
When I think about advice I got it wasn’t accurate 
But it’s okay tho cuz we still gon get it done
Know the team be eating heavy like a couple wontons
Niggas sweet as fuck I swear to god I call em bonbons 
Tried to fix the past I never last so I been long gone 
Fuck em all fuck em all please don’t ever think I need you 
I done came too far to be robbed up of my sequel 
I know I say that I don’t trust a lot aint me that’s on the people 
Sick and tired of these goofy niggas all of y’all be seethrough   

Niggas trippin, know they like to cap a lot
But they switchin they position once it’s time to back it up 
Move along and take it all witchu it’s time to pack it up
I been focused on myself but this shit can’t come fast enough 
Steak and shrimp my company when at the fucking dinner table 
2010 man I was dreaming had no bread to pay for cable 
Cut the cord on niggas anyway they dial I’m unable 
I’m too clean for them obscene of them to lie and tell they fables
ped a brand new Cuban lately I been on one 
Double Dutch them diamonds dancing like they pulling up to prom 
I can’t speak on Whatchu heard but just know my word is bond 
All that tweeting for the birds, all my X’s dead and gone

Word Is Bond [Prod. Blanco]

Erased ft Darza

Lyrics:

FUCK ‘EM ALL

I BURY THOSE COCKROACHES

She think I’m dying
I think I am too
Don’t feel better
Till 60mg in the juice
Got my bitch looking pretty
Got 40 thou’ with me
That 38’ special
Blow holes in your kidney
Like percocet popping
Spend 25 shopping
Then 10 on the things
That I dreamed I’d be copping
Know this shit never stop
Hope it never stops
Hope it never stops

Never slowing down
Never hold me down
Bitch I been sipping, I’m never coming down
Punk at your party
I got em all running now
Load up the clip
Run it up or I gun ‘em down

Riots
I’m not afriad of the violence
But 60 my fit, make ‘em silent
I stack my money I pile it
All in a jet, fuck your bitch while I’m flying

Record, mix it and master, then drop it
Do this myself, no one touching my pockets
Still wanna be me, tell your brother stop it
Watch how Migo, I’m gon TakeOff and rock it
Before, I did this shit with no options
Now i do this ‘cause they mad at the profit
Talking my shit, knowing well they can’t top it
Stuck at your job, it’s no wonder you doubt it

She tryna link
Put my dick on a screen
She act like a thot
But pretend she a queen
That bitch don't got nothin'
But low self esteem
She think she let loose
I'm just lettin' her leave
No bitch you ain't special
You nothin' to me
The fuck out my way
Tell a bitch leave me be
That matted black Bimmer
I roll in the scene
A coupe, no sunroof
I throw cash at the seats
Got retro 1 Jordans they ain't ever seen
That mean that my drip is unique to the feet
Nothin' on me, they got nothin' on me
Black magic sippin' mixed up by gypsies
I got brand new Bape hoodies i bought over seas
Your bitch is down bad she get down on her knees
And beg for my dick to be touching her spleen
You know that your bitch is a BrxkenBxy fiend

She think I’m dying
I think I am too
Don’t feel better
Till 60mg in the juice
Got my bitch looking pretty
Got 40 thou’ with me
That 38’ special
Blow holes in your kidney
Like percocet popping
Spend 25 shopping
Then 10 on the things
That I dreamed I’d be copping
Know this shit never stop
Hope it never stops
Hope it never stops

Never slowing down
Never hold me down
Bitch I been sipping, I’m never coming down
Punk at your party
I got em all running now
Load up the clip
Run it up or I gun ‘em down

Riots
I’m not afriad of the violence
But 60 my fit, make ‘em silent
I stack my money I pile it
All in a jet, fuck your bitch while I’m flying

Record, mix it and master, then drop it
Do this myself, no one touching my pockets
Still wanna be me, tell your brother stop it
Watch how Migo, I’m gon TakeOff and rock it
Before, I did this shit with no options
Now i do this ‘cause they mad at the profit
Talking my shit, knowing well they can’t top it
Stuck at your job, it’s no wonder you doubt it

Born Villain

Riot

RED LIGHTS

LYRICS:

I still wanna die
Fuck my whole life
Cut my wrist till the tendon split
How’d I survive?
I was 13, suicidal dreams
Just wont let me free
17, drug abusing spree
Burnt my brain with these

Blue pills
Bitch thats all i needed
Get away from me
Know that bitch a fucking demon
Come on, make me bleed then leave

Been keeping it deep
I push it through the thickest layer of skin
I get so sentimental talking number 6 of my sins
I feel like

Already died
Bitch I’m rotting alive
She gon tell the world I’m crazy, fuck it
I guess I’m fine
If she gaslight
If she gaslight
Pouring kerosene
A fast life
In a bad time
Nobody care bout me

Ima bad dog
I got some bite 9 milli bark
See through the red dot
Inside this brain mane it get dark
I made his lung pop
With the knife i sharpened up
I hear the dead talk
And all they say is “what the fuck”

Ima bad dog
I got some bite 9 milli bark
See through the red dot
Inside this brain mane it get dark
I made his lung pop
With the knife i sharpened up
I hear the dead talk
And all they say is “what the fuck”

Kerosene

OVERFLOW

Baby if you’re desperate, Don’t lie to me 🎶

DESPERATE

prod @s0ftskelet0ns

LYRICS
Shifting gears down twisting roads
Life status critical
Without love i'm miserable
Envy me and my life honestly im still pitiful
Even if i take it to the top, will i make it home

Clutch in, shift gear, gas out
Get home, smoke up, pass out
Face a mighty foe wont back down
Baby do you want this all, do you really want this all?
Pedal to the floor blast down that hall, clutch in clutch out i still stall
Clutch in, shift gear, hear me call

Brake up, neutral revvin at the light
Nova scotia winter turbo sliding ice
6k in my pocket name that price
Baby this is how i wanna live my life

Clutch in, shift gear, gas out
Get home, smoke up, pass out

Saving up money from work, buy an srt all while having tuition to spend on
Life aint great but it could be worse, i might hold a key but am i the one to depend on
I might be me, but im just background for a ten thousand piece puzzle
So dont you see? We might build up, but for all that work were still ground floor ruble


clutch in [prod. s0ftskelet0ns]

the odds are good that no one would notice i was gone...
no... one... would... care...
in fact, some - if they noticed my absence - might feel an odd, indefinable, sense of relief...

she show me her wrist, yeah, princess is slit </3
yeah, she show me her tongue, so i drop her a hit
yeah, i drop her a strip, she the prettiest bitch (:
yeah, princess, she gliss, and i'm buying her rick
she don't love me foreal, she just use me for dope
but, i'm a sucker for love, so i let that shit go...
yeah, she let that shit go... now she fucking for coke...
baby-girl is a hoe... in the dark, i'm alone... /:

knife in the club, i'm ice-man on the drugs
she dipping the bag til' her face, it go numb
she tell me she hate me, but she wanna fuck me
shawty like a slut, on the drugs, she's so dumb...
knife in the club, i'm ice-man on the drugs
she dipping the bag til' her face, it go numb
she tell me she hate me, but she wanna fuck me
shawty like a slut, on the drugs, she's so dumb...

she show me her wrist, yeah, princess is slit </3
yeah, she show me her tongue, so i drop her a hit
yeah, i drop her a strip, she the prettiest bitch (:
yeah, princess, she gliss, and i'm buying her rick
she don't love me foreal, she just use me for dope
but, i'm a sucker for love, so i let that shit go...
yeah, she let that shit go... now she fucking for coke...
baby-girl is a hoe... in the dark, i'm alone... /:

written and edited by lightning logan
prod by culmanii
sample from american psycho by bret easton ellis

slit wrist prince$$

as u should

piss poor bitch - ARIES

mental - angel number (jolst)

my boys first song.. we did this from scratch so all technical shit went out the window we just had a good fuckin time

POLLUTED xx MattMing

dream on

boo'd up

im getting hunnas

fuck niggas hate cause im true to myself

lame niggas talkin we put em in hell

if they calling for backup, we clearing the shelf 

she a bad hoe, but she cant shut the fuck up

she love idea of hearing herself

if he talking that hot, then we buck the fuck up

aint no "free my bros", im payin da bail

(ha, ha, ha, ha)

(ha, ha, ha, ha)

(ha, ha, ha, ha)

(ha, ha, ha, ha)


if a nigga say sum, we gon hit him

yuh yuh

no donut, say sum, we gon fill em

yuh yuh

turn him yellow, we might have to peel em

yuh

her mouth white, yeah im all in her dental

yuh, yuh

lame niggas hatin, no job, no car, no house

niggas might have to seal em

yuh yuh

yall niggas fake as a bitch, we gon use em like props, then we might have to kill em

yuh yeah

im riding round wit a fat bitch 

(glock!)

thats a prop, niggas clutching on plastic

niggas clankin', im totin my ratchet

kill that nigga, leave his mama tragic

put that nigga to rest, like a sabbath

when i spin the block, 21 savage

yuh

call my hittas them niggas go batsh-

yuh, yuh

we gon leave em, we treat him like catpis-

yuh, yeah

im getting hunnas

fuck niggas hate cause im true to myself

lame niggas talkin we put em in hell

if they calling for backup, we clearing the shelf 

she a bad hoe, but she cant shut the fuck up

she love idea of hearing herself

if he talking that hot, then we buck the fuck up

aint no "free my bros", im payin da bail

(ha, ha, ha, ha)

(ha, ha, ha, ha)

(aint no "free my bros", im payin da bail)

(ha, ha, ha, ha)

(ha, ha, ha, ha)

(aint no "free my bros", im payin da bail)

as u should

BrxkenBxy

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