BOUND

shoutout diedinoctober for the god tier beat
LYRICS:
I DONT NEED A GUN I HEARD THAT YOU A BITCH FROM A BIRDIE
IM FEENIN FOR THE GREEN SHIT I KNOW ITLL NEVER HURT ME
MONEY STACKED UP IN A PILE, I THINK IGNORANCE IS WORKING
M.O.B WE RUNNING WILD
PULL OUT THE BLADE NOW THEY DESERTING
IMMA SWAN DIVE IN THE CROWD
IM FEELING LIKE IM JEFF HARDY
YOU FUCKED ME UP YOU LEFT ME DOWN
YOU SHOULD EAT SHIT BITCH I AINT SORRY
FUCK A 1V1 I GOT AN ARMY
IMMA SAY JUST WHAT I WANT AND NOT A PERSON HERE CAN STOP ME 

GOTTA BRAND NEW CHOPPER MAKE EM RUN
HANGIN OUT THE WINDOW SCREAMING
BITCH IM MAKING BANK IM MAKING FUNDS
IF I SAY THAT SHIT I MEAN IT
ME AND MY BRODIE GOT A BOND
IF IM BOUT IT YOU KNOW HE IS
MY PACK BLOW UP LIKE ITS A BOMB
IT FUCK YOU UP AND LEAVE YOU SPEECHLESS

AND I GOT ENOUGH SHIT ON MY PLATE
GOING THROUGH HELL BUT I IGNORE IT
WITH A SMILE ON MY FACE
KICK IN THE DOOR WE GETTING MORE RICH
BITCH WE LOOKING IN THE SAFE
GOTTA BRAND NEW TRUCK LOOK LIKE A WARSHIP
BRAND NEW 12'S YOU FEEL THE BASS

BIRDIE (PROD. DIEDINOCTOBER)

bitch its knife
got a magnum on my side
opps fuckin droppin like flies
bright lights
flashin over every eye
smoke clears then you die
like
crushin up a mothafuckin skull
like im a terminator
chasin wit a mothafuckin axe
like im a vindicator
gonna teach a mothafuckin lesson
im an educator
gamzee flowing motherfucking miracles 
an entertainer

crush kill destroy swag

ay
im the broom
see a body
gotta sweep sweep sweep
ay
wanna i win it all
hunger games
its pvp
ay
fit is half-evil
peep the back its 333
dejection white hoodie
like im tryna tell you
go to sleep

#CRUSHKILLDESTROYSWAG! (PROD. KOBOLD)

LUV ME NOW! (REMIX) - TRIPLE777 x UNJI (PROD. VINOGRADOV x T7)

lyrics:
on a different day we'd do it differently
staying in a hotel with amenities
gotta brand new pack straight from Tennessee
bitch I'm gripping on a glass got some Hennessy
surrounded by all these fuckin mini me's
and some foreign bad hoes i mean 10 at least
and there's no space in my mind you cant get a lease
gave that boy the boot, aint talking Italy
yuh enemies, i got enemies
goth bitch give me dome, call her Kennedy
50 over on the dash "fuck a felony"
bitch im smoking on this gas and its heavenly

putting my foot on the pedal like im finna turn this bitch sideways
dont give a fuck what you think, everything i do the right way

right way
right way
real love, nothing comparing to my bae
i cant walk outside ive been blinded by the bright rays
i cant even think, feel like a tornado my brain
 
x2 sharp like a arrow
im steady with the dinero 
she stick to me like velcro
he want smoke my pack i said "hell no"
walk in your crib im like "hello"
put him deep underground cause you know that hell's low

bitch im staying on the move like a fuckin railroad
carry more weight for the team, like a fucking sailboat
cutting people out my circle, ion fuck with lame hoes
so much water on my fit but i aint got a raincoat

how i walked up bitch
how i walked up
flex how i bossed up 
neck make me lock up
no, you are not us
money bags cornucopia no potluck

BOSS UP (BUCKX2)

ART BY NUUMA 
LYRICS: 
life really like woah
spent another band on some clothes
put em' in a body bag, put em' in the floor
life like a new level on a plateau
woah
seen him talking different like "oh"
mask on my face and i keep my body low
i dont trust nobody no more
i dont trust nobody no more

your music like a throw away
heard it like "gross"
x2 like a damn machine they always do the most
talk about myself like that cuz im a ghost
sworn to the karmamob, like a oath

fire like a torch
this shit gasoline
no ash on the porch
keeping that shit clean
smoking gas a sport
do it for relief 
bitch my dreams are real
yours are make believe

two twin glocks out of six, this a subset
bass make a bitch shake ass in a sundress
they cant take my flow they my sons yeah
life like a monster, out when the sun set

put the blunt out on my tongue yeah
you aint throw it, bitch you swung it
quit lying i aint dumb yeah
i like violence, bitch i like the bloodshed

70mph caught air
cant help it baby when you with me i stare
plus my buddy keep the drums going, got it like snares
the amount of money that you got is how much i care (nothing)

like fuck one fuck two like hoe could you handle three?
like fuck this fuck that like hoe could you handle me?
smoking gas a sport
do it for relief 
bitch my dreams are real
yours are make believe

TRUST NO ONE (BUCKX2)

LYRICS:
tell a hoe dont talk back i get that last word
im really out my mind im off my last nerve
x2 x2 my money until my back hurts
she been going all in, she gon throw it back, she did it backwards

off that gas ive been out my mind i cannot see
when you sign my checks better dot them i's and cross them t's
got the m o b all on my body on my tee
my shit designer and it cost a lot it cost a fee

smoking exotic you smoking on shake
i get a pack at a maximum rate
everything predictable what you say
buddy fell off like he got a derank
dank, gas that im smoking on stank
fake, all of these rappers of late
stuck in a box like you live in a cage

i got the elevator, take the stairs
ha, you cannot get in my lair
chop in my hand make him fly in the air
come out here i aint talking pierre
now that my vision is clear, you just a pussy boy full of fear
everything you got from peers
run like you got no gears

im too impatient got no time ion really wanna see no tears
everybody really trynna bite my style like they got veneers
me and my boys been going wild, "why i keep em here?"
imma spark this blunt in the middle of the crowd imma keep it near

BACKWARDS ProdxYuki X Krey

lyrics:

blx:
i got the south side sound but i still hail from the north 
im prepped for battle got my sword  
cuz im a samurai of sorts 
i fuck up anyone who think i am not worthy of the torch 
im smokin real juntz real pussy people like im gort

n now this blunt weak, so i put sum pcp inside 
i’m goin schizo in my mind now come inside go for a ride  
ima busy bee, work is where i spend all a my time 
i see connections in the world i couldn’t then cuz i was blind  

im the illest 
the sickest motherfucker that you know 
prolly getting high or getting ready for a show 
bitch im the realist  
im tryna figure out what the deal is 
this bitch tell me her problem acting like i’m bouta heal it 

me n sync go crazy 
don’t act like a baby 
when you lose 
please somebody save me
something in my brain goin loose 

shoutout dsg 
shoutout hellcore too yeah that’s the crew 
sync you gotta let em know what’s the word

CUTTER IN THE $OUTH (FT. SYNC) [DJ ACARTHUS]

NOT A DISS I SWEAR I PROMISE !! JK IT IS!!! JK ITS NOT SHHH
might delete later
kinda rushed lmao 
prod mathiastyner playa prodbydepo

protect the kidsss

LYRICS:

DAKI: 
karma clique, im with the crew
step up on the field they finna lose
bitch im in the city gettin loot
pockets like a crip, full of blues
i got 4 chicks in the coup
im with x2, they bouta boot up
bitch im gettin to the chicken, to the food
if you hatin and dont listen you a loser
pop up on a nigga like a krueger
bitch i keep a chop, i keep a ruger 
im finna boom ya
its a squad wipe, get the group
naruto, niggas trynna be me
cut a nigga off, i do him like sashimi 
whole fit water, pockets full of seaweed
bitch im too rich, only thing im sippin figi 
this the big leagues, nigga you is pee-wee
this the typa shit they puttin on the tv
JEN: 
blowing smoke at the bnb
ive been turning off my phone, its on dnd
you aint fucking up my zone, what it mean to me?
steady blowing up this gas in the scenery
pockets fat cant walk full of greenery 
how im stepping on they necks, do i leisurely
you aint never steal the swag got no thievery
ive been posted with a tool like machinery 
big strut, got it tucked, all on my belt
paving all my own road did it myself
m o b  we on our own we never had help
never looking at my wrist, if you do you might melt
you might melt, might freeze
said what i was gonna do and did it to a T
walked in finna blow a bag i spent about 3
everybody got guap hanging around me
rolling round the block hot while i sip tea
life been fire living like a fein
wrist look like Poseidon with my rings
you were never fucking with the team

BOOT UP [FEAT. SSJ Daki] (PROD. BUCKX2)

Starve.

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Untitled Record (Deluxe)
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BACKWARDS ProdxYuki X Krey

Jenx2 (@jenxtoo)

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