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LYRICS

(YAUX)

WHEN I STEP INTO THE FUNCTION
KNOW THE BLOOD GON' MAKE A PUDDLE
BITCH HYSTERIA THE SET
AND BOY WE LOOKIN' LIKE SOME TROUBLE
AND I'M SCREAMIN' OUT MY LUNGS
LIL BITCH IM DOING NOTHING SUBTLE
WAY I SLIDE INTO THAT BEAT
I'M BOUT TO TEAR IT A NEW BUTTHOLE

BURNS ON MY CHEST AND I GAS OUT THE REST
AND IM SOMEHOW STILL THE BEST UH
YOU BEEN ON YOUR MUSTARD SHIT
BITCH YOU NEED TO KETCHUP (CATCH UP)

SMOKE UP A BITCH LIKE I ROLLED UP A SPLIFF
AND ITS ALL BOUT THAT KUSH, NOTHIN LESS UH
LIKE IT WHEN I'M FLICKIN' BIC
BOUT TO MAKE A MESS

OUTTA YOU!

ONE TWO THREE FOUR
GET A FUCKING MOP WHORE

BLOOD IS ON THE PAVEMENT GOT SOMETHING TO SAY,
THEN SAVE IT UH
LACING UP MY BOOTS AND I HOP IN THE PIT
AND BREAK IT UH
BUYING ALL THAT CLOUT, LIL BITCH
YOU'LL NEVER MAKE IT UH

(GXNER)

Yeah I’ll leave his body on the interstate 
See you on the net you get to talkin then you get erased
Shawty use her neck she get to toppin I bust on her face
My shotty get to poppin it gonna leave him with a busted brain
I’m flyer then Kobe 
You is a whole fiend
Said he take percs man I hope that you OD
Bro you still owe me
We are not homies
Imma stomp you out you look better with broke teeth
I just met that girl I get to blowing out her back uh
I smoke too much dope I can not see like cataracts uh
I do kill for hire I think imma count a rack up
If he get to talkin leave his body on the black top

(NERVEXX)

I was fuckin naked
The basics are in a criminal
If I had a statement
I’m sayin that I’m orginal

The rave boy
He stand out
His posse wanna way out
The people that be lovin me
Gon dip, a mental layout

Bet!
Hold my shit
Cause i don’t really got the hands for it
I’m wiping snot up out my nose
And gettin bands for it
A potski hit my line
He got a method issue mane
I thought I told you hypocrites
Who sleepin that I bit you
But I can’t

ISSUE CAUSIN
PROPOSIN A MENTAL BREAKDOWN
GOTTA CARRY, NEW BARRIES
IM NEVA SAFE NOW

Betta shape the fuck up
Get layin in the ground
Stuck in epitomous
Hopin the lemon of livin
Be rollin the venom around

UH

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PRODUCED BY @JAMESGORCZYCA1
ART BY: https://soundcloud.com/JUNKCUBUS (https://twitter.com/junkcubus & https://www.instagram.com/junkcubus/)

MAPPY FREESTYLE

JUST THINK PENIS!

FT LIST: LUISPRODUCEDIT, REJECTEDREYNA, GUAP SENSEI, BASHIR, YAUX, HEPTAKNOT, LICH TYCOON, BIGNASTYRANDAL, DIRTYBUTT & PR7DE

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BNB DICK CYPHER w/ LUIS, REYNA, GUAP, BASHIR, YAUX, HEPTA, LICH, RANDAL, DIRTY, PR7DE [prod. LUIS]

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(art @rejectedreyna)
(prod @fonywallace + @cadenbobaden)

LYRICS:
Miss one shot, wonder where my aim at
Reticle highlight on his head like a face tat
Shots gonna turn him into Soulja how we crank dat
Drive be 120 like we on a race track
My pockets get fatter, they look like Rick Ross
He talkin stupid get slapped up, he look like Chris Rock
My meat gon drag cross her face like she put on lip gloss
She throw it back to my song and post it on Tiktok

That boy catchin knuckles, throwing punches like I'm Floyd
You know I'm swerving lanes causing crashes out the Royce
Shawty suck me up, use her mouth, lose her voice
And my choppa shake him up it gonna leave him Cameron Boyce
He getting chin checked in the pit I've had enough
Shawty liking how I taste so I sit it on her tongue
He get smoked like a vape ho we hittin his lungs
Straight chillin in the wraith, wanna street race or some?
Wanna street race or some, Imma put him on the curb
Imma let my weapon talk, imma let that .30 burst
This extendo on the glock gonna double how it hurts
Yeah I'm screaming for some cash you still gotta go to work (laugh track)
Uh take my money out the ATM
Bought another chopper now I'm slayin like it's pay to win
Uh yeah I made a major m
Hittin every shot like Kobe now the Lakers win
And my shawty so bad she hittin higher notes
13 shots hit him man we did him like Silento
Creeping down the building, Yeah I know it's gettin quiet tho
Shout out Tony stark ho I'm toting on an iron pole

Miss one shot, wonder where my aim at
Reticle highlight on his head like a face tat
Shots gonna turn him into Soulja how we crank dat
Drive be 120 like we on a race track
My pockets get fatter, they look like Rick Ross
He talkin stupid get slapped up, he look like Chris Rock
My meat gon drag cross her face like she put on lip gloss
She throw it back to my song and post it on Tiktok

Imma turn him to a dead man
Straight head shots, hit his head man
Keep a glick tucked and a vest man
If he switch up blow his head in
Yeah someone had to let you know
I be lurkin in the night check the window
I be wearing all black match the tint hoe
My hoe foreign she be matching with the whip hoe

CRANK DAT (PROD. FONY WALLACE + CADENBOBADEN)

lyrics:

I think a murder spree in order
For my personal retort
Cut copy information travels
That boy pussy, out of order
Trauma settles, inner presence 
It done made you someone else 
But no excuse for all your ignorance
Can you save you from my hell

I’m boutta put 10 shots
In yo back pocket 
An you’ll bounce off of the floor
Smoke some “bad” chronic
You’ll pass on me,
I think you asked for more
Don’t dial no 9-1-1
Cause ya body ain’t move 
Till the sun turn red
And held account-a-ble
For all that shit that you just did

My brother turned me a to a bitter soul
Who’s spun up in the head
I’ve have to live with burnin images
That haunt my love with dread 
I can’t compete with charismatics
Simply cause I ain’t built
To have a ragin narassicm paired with 
 psychopathic guilt 

So fuck, you ride for me?
Cause all the time we had
Was lived with flawless execution 
Not a fate gone bad?
Done givin up conflict for their sake
If I want that war better know I’d take it
Put somebody in my place to fuck my bitch
So I would die alone

I see you pivot like the snakin fucker that you are
Uh
One day you love em than you switch up
screaming “holy ego!”
Background music 
till I’m pissed off and act out 
A fact don’t lose
Till it’s charmed and it’s sat down
A pact we made yeah self to self
I been backstabbed once I don’t plan on the next round

Oh yeah
I don’t know
How you move so manifold
You spread yo wings
Witta locked - in scope on things you want
But couldn’t hold
Manipulate with lusted dreams
You feed on what they give to ya
If rooted, I am jealousy, but tell your girl
Who you have breached

night walker (prod. yung jash)

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