Related tracks: Tell 'Em Cochise feat. $NOT (with reverb)

YUN HEAD + WONDER = YUNDER 

PRESENTING: DIGITAL TRASH

@yunhead @iwonderland

DIGITAL TRASH

DIGITAL TRASH

CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST

Tyler, The Creator feat. Lil Uzi Vert and Pharrell Williams - JUGGERNAUT

STREAM HERE: https://moves.lnk.to/ThroatInfectionEP

Prod: Pulse

Lyrics:

All they speak is fucking lies
That shit never left my Tongue
bitch I’m on a killing spree
and I’m hunting with a gun
i dont do no driving by
I Just pull up and you run
Watch yo mouth like when u speak 
how you chewing with no gum

Chat shit get burned 
I don’t waste my time on no one
Fuck a bitch dats no better than scum
What’s up bro you want beef you get drummed

Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)

Every time I dip
from this scene it gets a little shitter
That’s why I’m coming back to Fuck it up 
I’m getting bigger
Like i don’t know bout half these cunts
Or why they talking bitter 
For all I give a fuck they can suck on my middle finger
Yeah they can get burned
Cook me up a mc 
and eat him up for my lunch
You Chat shit, You get spun
Took me a while for I could say just want a want

All they speak is fucking lies
That shit never left my Tongue
bitch I’m on a killing spree
and I’m hunting with a gun
i dont do no driving by
I Just pull up and you run
Watch yo mouth like when u speak 
how you chewing with no gum

Chat shit get burned 
I don’t waste my time on no one
Fuck a bitch dats no better than scum
What’s up bro you want beef you get drummed

Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)

I could never listen to a pussy who Is under my feet
I got some shit to lose you ain’t got nothing concrete
I been hussling harder than any trapper that’s trapping
They just ain’t even coming close to me
I’m on the road to blow you see
I’m might just blow 2G
Wake up, work and go to sleep
That’s how its supposed to be
Trust me this the loading screen
I know shit behind the scenes
I might just put every fucking rager on an tape and leave 

Leave… leave… leave..
What the fuck you mean
Chat shit get bunned 
Listen to me 
Chat shit get bunned 
Listen to me 
Chat shit get bunned 
Listen to me 

All they speak is fucking lies
That shit never left my Tongue
bitch I’m on a killing spree
and I’m hunting with a gun
i dont do no driving by
I Just pull up and you run
Watch yo mouth like when u speak 
how you chewing with no gum

Chat shit get burned 
I don’t waste my time on no one
Fuck a bitch dats no better than scum
What’s up bro you want beef you get drummed

Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)
Get burned (get burned)

STREAM HERE

GET BURNED

STREAM HERE: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/bvdlvd/scorn

Imma fucking take the world, I take the world by storm
Issa Scorn, Issa Scorn, Issa Scorn
I just hate the fact that I was born, Scorn
Issa Scorn

What the fuck is up with everybody?
We got people dying out here
I aint tryna catch a body
Nobody, tryna catch a body
Why they think the only fix is just to send the army?

Who the fuck are we?
Who the fuck are we?
Who the fuck? Who the fuck?
Who the fuck? Who the fuck?

Fuck is you talking bro, coming with the AR tho
Imma gonna aim my scope, at your fucking brain
I hope you die
Shoot you, some pie in the sky better kiss your wife goodbye
Imma end your life tonight sleep tight

Imma fucking take the world, I take the world by storm
Issa Scorn, Issa Scorn, Issa Scorn
I just hate the fact that I was born, Scorn
Issa Scorn, Issa Scorn, Issa Scorn, Issa Scorn
Scorn
Issa Scorn, Issa Scorn, Issa Scorn, Issa Scorn

SCORN

STREAM HERE 👉 https://lnk.to/layinbricks

Produced by: @fonywallace & @teddyslugz

Lyrics:
Flip a brick, then I build on that
I done too much shit, I keep me lookin back
On some over shoulder shit, on some one eyed Kip
Smoking on this stick, where it fucking hits
Please got have mercy on my spliff
Let it stay lit even when the wind wants a bit
I pray to you that you keep that Shit in tact
If you don’t keep it in tact, you can take it back

Best believe I just drugged my whole show
Don’t tell the bouncer
Big bag of brownies for you
Just take one and fuck off
No you are not getting two
I took one it felt like I blew

Fuck them man at wheatley
All the bullies they used to tease me
They layin bricks, I dropped a brick on a TV
I got a brand new house in the city, with the lights
And a bitch who treats me right

I’m the only one making noise
Had to make a hunnid K and flip it for my fuckin boys

Yeah I flip it for my boys
Yeah I flip it for my boys 

Boy I don’t deal with no crap
You a loser, drug user
Don’t want nothing with that
You so stupid, you think I do this shit for some racks?
I don’t get out of bed if it don’t make me a plaque
What’s with that? I predict that you a Fag
I predict your music bad
You will never beat the LVD
You ain’t ever getting bags
You ain’t ever gonna spaz like me
Told my bro hold this flow imma wrap this beat

Fuck them man at wheatley
All the bullies they used to tease me
They layin bricks, I dropped a brick on a TV
I got a brand new house in the city, with the lights
And a bitch who treats me right

Ah fuck I’m locked in again
Gotta wright my songs with a pen
Got pin point precision and I’m pointing at them, at you
Yeah you do what I do, what you do is doo doo (duh duh doo doo)
You layin bricks all day, but me? nah
Imma get my money any which way 
With the way you look, you could make your bitch gay
With the way I look, I could take your bitch, bitch, bitch, lol 
Don’t make my finger fuckin itch
You could never say, that I ain’t self made
Made myself, spinnin tracks like a beyblade

LAYIN BRICKS

Wake the fuck up ay 
See me like Ay, Run up like ou
Imma fucking flex on you Ay
Pussy boy Chat, Run up like dat
Moi tai kick kung fu Ay
Hit that bitch, Done
Cut that snitch, Done
Hit that lick, Done 
Fuck him up And Leave him in a ditch, Done Ay 

I’m wrong
I’m gone
My girl to Thicc for that thong 
She likes my dick in her Chong 
And I fucked her quick to this song 
Yuh 
She ain’t fucked me quick for that long 
She sucked the tip is that wrong Ay

I’m just way to wavy, way to lazy
Abort that shit no baby
Come contort my face I’m crazy
Yeah me loosen up like gravy yuh
Mad like mad
Big bad bitch be bad
Bun this zoot get spacey
Mad like SAD!
And I won’t let a bitch try sway me

See me like Ay, Run up like ou
Imma fucking flex on you Ay
Pussy boy Chat, Run up like dat
Moi tai kick kung fu Ay
Hit that bitch, Done
Cut that snitch, Done
Hit that lick, Done 
Fuck him up then Leave him in a ditch, Done Ay 

Slit that wrist left and right like dis
Big fat bitch try take the piss
buss her jaw and smack her tits
Didn’t expect a bad lad like dis ay 
When I blow for real
Imma keep it real
Bitch I’m hungry for the money 
when I get it yo ill keep my lips sealed 

See me like Ay, Run up like ou
Imma fucking flex on you Ay
Pussy boy Chat, Run up like dat
Moi tai kick kung fu Ay
Hit that bitch, Done
Cut that snitch, Done
Hit that lick, Done 
Fuck him up And Leave him in a ditch, Done Ay 

Imma fuckin run up on a prick, John cena
Slanging on the streets, Slow tie drug dealer
Everything I do be a mission, Blue peter 
Watch me get a matte black whip, Two seater
Talking to this bitch and she wanting me to beat her
Box him in the face, Now he Sipping out a beaker 
I step in, you step out, Wimp, retreater
Imma bang this beat on my Brand new speaker

MOI TAI (Prod. T.Y.)

uh
Imma mo fuckin punk
I Like to get fucking Drunk
At Times I act like a mug
Cuz I might be off dem drugs
I think that I might be nuts
EEE

F in for the chat 
I’ve had 4 days of crap
From a bitch
Who just really wanna smash me
Fuck alla dat
get all da back
Den fuck off a pack
That’s tax free

Ay
Had to ditch that mask and the vest
But yet I’ll rep a bally if you were out with the chef 
if any fucking pussy moving left
Imma put him in check 
With a quef thru his chest
I dish out the death
I spark up the meth 
I’ll pop a few pills 
I sniff up dat ket 
run up the set
I make yo bitch wet
Ay
They don’t own me
Yet nevertheless the mic knows me
I’m Coming straight for yah neck 
I’m no phoney Uh
I live for the blood that flows on me 
wanna go toe to toe I’m like broly 
shadow box your face into the unholy Moly
If you got a plan for p then come show me
Got too many homies that owe me 
Might have to run up on bro
with tha pokey Slowly 
Pull up with Henny2 fucking cozy 
Spin mans jaw Like a rollie pollie 
Then Ill smoke up And go do ghostie
need you to face the facts
Pick a step and fuckin take it back
Got the motherfuckin blade in tact
Got an army up in russia that’ll beat your face from black To Blue To black
To blue To black
Yeah
I’m sick of fucking sleeping 
Im a demon
You can fuck you fuckin goals
That You be dreamin
I don’t do what I am told
I Do up treason
Fuck a heathan
I got no time to fuckin wait 
Id rather leave em
Id rather die young than get old
So Fuck a heathen 
I drink monsta ultra 
with my vodka 
You should Call me Kyle 
like you oughta
Shoulda Thoughta Be fore ya
Found out that uh

Imma mo fuckin punk
I Like to get fucking Drunk
At Times I act like a mug
Cuz I might be off dem drugs
I think that I might be nuts
EEE

F in for the chat 
I’ve had 4 days of crap
From a bitch
Who just really wanna smash me
Fuck alla dat
get all da back
Den fuck off a pack
That’s tax free

FUCK OFF
THIS BEAT IS NOT PUNK!
I AM THE ANTI MONK 
YOU UNDER A ROCK LIKE GUNK
SMOKING ON A PACK OF THAT

FUCKING UP A NIGGA LUNG
AND PUT HIM ON HE BACK
I AM IN THE ALLEY TAKE A PENNY
FOR THE CRACK
XANNY WITH THE HENNY 
MAKE A LITTLE NIGGA YACK
EVERYBODY WANNA BE PUNK
WITH THEY TATS 
BUT IT ISN’T VERY PUNK TO
DO SOMETHING IN THE PAST
IF WE STOPPED HUFFING NOS
AND MADE MUSIC DIFFERENT THAN EACH OTHER’S DAWGS
AND WE STOPPED BREAKING EVERYBODY’S JAWS
SO THEY CANT SAY NOTHING ABOUT YOUR CAUSE
AND INSTEAD OF FOLLOWING WE MADE THE LAWS
AND INSTEAD OF WALLOWING WE KICK A FUNK
AND IF WE MANAGE THAT BEFORE THE SHIP HAS SUNK
THAN ALL YOU PUSSY BITCHES CAN BE CALLED A PUNK
I WANNA
LET YOU KNOW THAT YOU WERE NEVER SHIT
AND YOU WELL NEVER BE ABLE TO FIT YOUR DICK
INSIDE YOUR OWN JAW UNLESS YOU BREAK YA BACK
OR YOU PRACTICE THAT UNTIL YOU DRAIN YA SACK
OF ALL
SEMEN AND MEANING IM SEEMING REAL MEAN AND I 
MEAN IT WHEN I SAY A NIGGA IS FIENDING
IM SICK AND IM DREAMING 
YOU SWEAR THAT YOU SEEN HIM 
UP ON A ROOF SCREAMING “HEY,”

PUNK! Ft. LIL DARKIE (Prod. CHASE)

STREAM HERE: https://bvdlvd.lnk.to/dontlookatme

Prod. @pxlse


Don’t you look at me
When I’m fucked up 
I’m so fucked up 
I’m always fucked up

Don’t you look at me
When I’m fucked up
I’m so fucked up 
I’m always fucked up

I don’t give a fuck
Bout you, bout him, bout they
Cuz it’s just us uh
Wait, Imma leave you in the dust uh
Fuck, Can’t believe you broke our trust ug
Shit, you leave me in such disgust

Ugh, Everytime I run my Options, Caution 
Cuz the big boys are watching
Every fucking move on the block, They stalking
Walking
Lotta chit chat 
No talking
Just a fuck load of Pussies buggin 
Fuck it
One day Imma kick the bucket
Chuck it
Got a big blade might shuv it
Dead
Listen up

Don’t you look at me
When I’m fucked up 
I’m so fucked up 
I’m always fucked up

Don’t you look at me
When I’m fucked up
I’m so fucked up 
I’m always fucked up

Everything I live by
Imma die by
Imma die high
Watch me fly by
Away
Feeling like a live wire
Biting every time
You try to talk to me 
Ay
Its me and my gang
Or You can fuck off
I wouldn’t have it different
Uh
Come back with a bang 
Just watch this pay off
And all my friends distance

Don’t you look at me yeah
When I’m fucked up 
I’m so fucked up 
I’m always fucked up

Don’t you look at me yeah
When I’m fucked up
I’m so fucked up 
I’m always fucked up

Don’t you look at me yeah
When I’m fucked up 
I’m so fucked up 
I’m always fucked up

Don’t you look at me yeah
When I’m fucked up
I’m so fucked up 
I’m always fucked up

(DON'T) LOOK AT ME [PROD. PULSE]

PROD. @pr0p

LYRICS:

BVDLVD:
what the story in ballymory 
I think I wanna know yeah
bro just got done billin the zoot
so lets fuckin smoke yeah
I might daan a jack 
yeah i ram it down her fuckin throat yeah
all this shit in my system 
I think I’m on the ropes yeah
every day and night
I start it off with blow yeah 
every plane I see I fly across the fucking globe yeah
and if im in the fuckin vid
expect a fuckin strobe yeah
￼and if I’m in the pit 
expect a thousand fists to throw yeah

QUADE:
What’s the story I guess I got morning glory again,
It’s an oasis daily basis man I’m horny again,
Luckily I wake up to kisses sex and all the events
That lead up to coming man Im Jason bourne in the flesh,
And fuck a torie Man you bore me take it all as offence
I take my bitch and I lick her face in front of an audience,
And I’m all but gone in the head, one shot from falling I meant,
 but my views are sealed and solid like they been poured with cement,

BVDLVD:
what the story in ballymory 
I think I wanna know yeah
bro just got done billin the zoot
so lets fuckin smoke yeah
I might daan a jack 
yeah i ram it down her fuckin throat yeah
all this shit in my system 
I think I’m on the ropes yeah
every day and night
I start it off with blow yeah 
every plane I see I fly across the fucking globe yeah
and if im in the fuckin vid
expect a fuckin strobe yeah
￼and if I’m in the pit 
expect a thousand fists to throw yeah

switch switch, two phones 
that’s my business 
kiss, kiss, from my bitch
that my mistress
hit list, watch this
that’s a fist bitch
high pitched shit when they see me vicious 
suspicious, malicious
i might come and take ya only witness
and leave em skinless, I beat it senseless 
yeah u jealous, yeah u jealous
and your also a twat
now someone come and tell me I’m
not spittin facts

what the story in ballymory 
I think I wanna know yeah
bro just got done billin the zoot
so lets fuckin smoke yeah
I might daan a jack 
yeah i ram it down her fuckin throat yeah
all this shit in my system 
I think I’m on the ropes yeah
every day and night
I start it off with blow yeah 
every plane I see I fly across the fucking globe yeah
and if im in the fuckin vid
expect a fuckin strobe yeah
￼and if I’m in the pit 
expect a thousand fists to throw yeah

BALLYMORY (feat. QUADE POUNDSIGN)(PROD. PROP)

DON’T STOP
UNTIL YOU GET ENOUGH
PUSSY NIGGAS THEY BE STOPPING IT
DROPPING IT
GOING ROUGH
IT NEVER STOP

SO FIGHT IF YOU GOTTA

I BE AT THE BOTTOM OF A BOTTLE THROWING UP

CUZ THAT’S THE MOTTO
LIL NIGGA NEVER STOP

MIGHT STOMP OUT A NIGGA
IF HE TALK THAT SHIT

LIKE I’M BOUT THAT POSITIVITY
BUT BLOOD MIGHT DRIP
OUT YO LIP
IF YOU TALKING BOUT MY FAMILY
NIGGAS WANNA TANNER ME
NIGGAS WANNA DARKER ME
NIGGAS WANNA BARK AT ME
I BE AT THE PARK YOU SEE?
CHILLING
I AM NOT A HERO BUT CERTAINLY NOT A VILLAIN
SINCE THE BEGINNING ALL MY NIGGAS WANNA DO IS MAKE A KILLING
YEAH I’M CHILLING
YEAH I’M CALM AS A BITCH
YEAH I DON’T WANNA WORK WIT YOU
KARMA’S A BITCH
YEAH YOU FUCKED UP
LEAVING COMMENTS AND SHIT
GOT THE SWEAT ON MY DICK
GET WET FROM THE STICK
LET IT GO!

I KNOW BETTER NOW
I KNOW BETTER THAN TO TRUST YOU NIGGAS
OBSESSED WITH YA NUMBERS WHY YOU MUST DO BIGGER?
I WANNA KNOW! WHAT COMPLAINING WHAT THE FUSS DO NIGGA
WHEN YOU TWEAK, ALL IT DO IS MAKE YOU WEAK

YEAH I SMOKED SO MANY BACKWOODS THAT THEY SWISHERS TO ME
SHE IMAGINING A SHOWER WHEN SHE PICTURE MY PEE
WHATCHU KNOW?
WHATCHU KNOW ABOUT ME 
I GOT PROBLEMS I GOT ISSUES, AIN’T NO TISSUES FOR FREE
WHATCHU KNOW?
WHATCHU KNOW ABOUT ME REALLY?
YEAH YOU SEE ME ON THE INTERNET 
YOU THINK THAT MEAN YOU FEEL ME?
YOU DON’T KNOW
YOU DON’T KNOW IF THIS A BB GUN
OR IF I GOT A REAL ONE UNDERNEATH MY FUCKING TV

HEY 12?

SUCK MY DICK
THROW 13 SHOTS NIGGA DUCK MY CLIP
GOT 14 COPS WANNA SEARCH MY CRIB
I AIN’T WANNA SHOOT THAT NIGGA
BUT HE HURT MY KID

BE A GOOD DAD
NIGGA IMMA BE A GOOD DAD
YEAH MY SON GON HAVE THEM PENCILS AND PAPERS UP IN HIS BOOK BAG
I WON’T TELL MY DAUGHTER WHAT SHE SHOULD ASK
YEAH WE GOT DEPRESSION TELL MY CHILDREN GOTTA PUSH PAST

I GRIN KNOWING WE WILL ALL BE FORGOTTEN
I GRIN KNOWING THAT I SCREAM THIS FOR NOTHING
I GRIN KNOWING THAT THE TIME ISN’T STOPPING
I SMILE AS THE FRUIT BECOME ROTTEN

My stove electric
I pulled up to the show and I ain’t even had a set list
I guess I’ll have to cook it up I’m whipping hoe let’s get this
I dropped em on the block 
For talking reckless like Tetris 
Eating I got lettuce

Bread
Bagel like your head 
Using maple for the spread
I’ll be naked til I’m dead
Baking baking lots of bread 
Bacon bacon raw and red
You running out of food 
Whatchu do
Getchu fed

Stove top
Coke rock
Whipping in the kitchen
Til I’m rich and got a bitch 
That season chicken right 
Don’t pick a fight
Let it choose you or your screws loose
I don’t know if niggas really thinking Mike?

Licking mics
(Licking sound)
Hop up on my dick until it thicken
I get bricks and make em pebbles 
Put the petal to the medal
Time is ticking
Burn a pedal
Make it quicken

If my stove was human definitely stick my dick in

(CHORUS)
(X2)

STOP (PROD. SOLSA)

STREAM LUNATIC: https://bvdlvd.lnk.to/lunatic

Instagram: @BVDLVD
Twitter: @BVDLVD

Lyrics: 
Imma kill myself 
emo shit
imma dead myself 
uh
too late, I’m dead 
now I’m best friends with the devil
uh he said josh you fucked up
you sinned too much
imma give u a medal
I said blud fuck off
then I smashed his temple

Ay I feel the love
I’m soaking
all of this loud
I’m smoking
fill up my lung
I’m bloating
burn down the alter
I am the author
born and bred to slaughter
I am the author 
I am the author

uh
imma kill myself 
emo shit
imma dead myself 
uh
too late, I’m dead 
now I’m best friends with the devil
uh he said josh you fucked up
you sinned too much
imma give u a medal
I said blud fuck off
then I smashed his temple

LUNATIC

CHILLIN WITH SATAN

STREAM LUNATIC

CHILLIN WITH SATAN (PROD. CUTNOISE)

STREAM LUNATIC: https://bvdlvd.lnk.to/lunatic

Instagram: @BVDLVD
Twitter: @BVDLVD

Lyrics: 
Don’t turn around
Or I might just spray a mother fucker down
Full mag in the fucking 40 round
If a man want might smoke
Make have to shut him down
Shut him down
shut him down
shut him down (down)

I’m two faced
I’m your mate, but I’ll jack your suitcase 
like the grime on ur teeth, no toothpaste 
Imma toothache 
Imma leave u crippled, no blue face 
Move like kenny, When I murk these beats
Dusse widda kool-aid
And brand new b
Humble lil L
Imma white lil neek
Sike
I run these streets ay

I’m fucking ready for everyone to switch up on me 
I don’t give a fuck 
I still got my money 
I don’t give a fuck about the next donny
Its only LS and the gang In 2020

Don’t turn around
Or I might just spray a mother fucker down
Full mag in the fucking 40 round
If a man want might smoke
Make have to shut him down
Shut him down
shut him down
shut him down (down)

WALK ROUN HERE
BE CAUTIOUS
ONE WRONG MOVE ROUND HERE
WE OFF EM
CAUGHT HIM LACKING
NOW HE FLOPPIN LIKE A DOLPHIN
OFF WHITE ON ME 
STOMPING DOWN N MAKIN CORPSES

Seen him in the dead night
he’s a dead guy
Hit em with a red beam
No I’m not a Jedi 
TOLD THAT NIGGA BED TIME
At the red light
Hit him on his left side 
On the west side

I wanna burn it down
Everything I see 
All fake fucks that’s around
Cops look at me cause the nap on my scalp
And I’ll say cheese when they’re all in the ground

Don’t turn around
Or I might just spray a mother fucker down
Full mag in the fucking 40 round
If a man want might smoke
Make have to shut him down
Shut him down
shut him down
shut him down (down)

SHUT DOWN

SHUT DOWN (FEAT. JASIAH) (PROD. goodbyechase)

STREAM HERE: https://ffm.to/bvdlvd-dickhead

PROD. https://soundcloud.com/pr0p

LYRICS:
Man I’m just sat here beginning to lose control
I kinda wish my ex B died I won’t console
When I say I’m climbing thru the ranks I want god tho
If you want the smoke I’ll smack ya Fag right out ya gob bro
loud pack landed Imma Bill it up
Fill it up, Lean I’m fucked
My Brain just did a fucking wheel up
I just came in crashing like a bull and you the teacup
Bill it with my bitch
We Doing 2cb and seeing stuff

I ain’t playing even so Steven can suck my semen
You leaching and fucking preaching 
Now shut the fuck up Uh
If a dickhead got me drunk enough
I’d slump a cunt For fucking nothing uh
And I don’t give no fucks no more (no more)
Two fucks you ain’t getting no more (no more)
Two fucks you ain’t getting no more 
I put my pen to the pad if the pen writes crud then the pen is the punk to be blamed
I’ll back my bitch if a bitch beef her 
Imma back my bad b’s every claim
And don’t don’t like them man that act like they do bits when they out on stage
Some fuckin pricks wanna act too tough 
Call bluff

Man I’m just sat here beginning to lose control
I kinda wish my ex B died I won’t console
When I say I’m climbing thru the ranks I want god tho
If you want the smoke I’ll smack ya Fag right out ya gob bro
loud pack landed Imma Bill it up
Fill it up, Lean I’m fucked
My Brain just did a fucking wheel up
I just came in crashing like a bull and you the teacup
Bill it with my bitch
We Doing 2cb and seeing stuff

Uh
Imma mo fuckin dickhead 
I fuck up anything I jump on
Bad lad run up on the beat and beat it man
I don’t even give no fucks My drugs got me up in a place of leaning man
So Why you gotta poke your nose up my arse like one of them covid screenings cuz 
Too many man just cat cat cat cat cat 
Pussios got me heated fam
If you got the balls to send my friend then do it 
I’ll leave you leakin harder than my singles when I preview it
I might just fuck up the Rap game dats how the UK do it9 
Man just got back from a break and now these rappers wanna  start shit uh
Since September I been laughing 
I’m to busy blowin up, Bin lardin
Businessman, dutty trim, named Tarquin
That’s your dad, And you know it 
Your a smart kid
Bitch I’m right on target, I’m focused right now
Gonna shell till I see that claret, I’ll back it
Mana roll will malice and madness 
You ain’t got that badlad flow 
Like Imma fucking punk
Like imma mo fucking dickhead man
Imma back to back hand
Slap ya nan man (slap ya nan man)

Fuck this madness 
Kick back, Leave it to the dogs
Man I’m coming for the big racks
And Feed it to stocks
Man I’m getting more than interest
I fascinate the gods
Man I’m getting all them big checks
And give it to the squad
I’ll give any man a left hook
If you cap or jack my flow
I’ll hit you with that textbook
Bally on or Bally off I’ll leave you with ya next crook
Pussy wanna square up
But can’t even hold a press up
Look at me and tell me to my face that I ain’t next up

D!CKHEAD

D!CKHEAD (PROD. PROP)

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Prod by @goodbyechase

Lyrics:
I came here to break shit, in two
Nobodies equal, that’s true
The government’s racist, what’s new?
So fuck the Prime Minister, and fuck you.
Fuck you, fuck you

Ah, so what’s the point?
You say there we’re United like a mother fucking joint
Actually, I’ll spark fuckin torie in the groin if they point their ugly finger at any of my boys.

They’re saying that we did it, it’s our fault
Shut your fucking pie hole, You get poled
Like take my fucking paycheck, you tax fraud
I just want my fucking freedom, and no more
And no more

I just want my freedom, my freedom
I just want my freedom, my freedom

I came here to break shit, in two
Nobodies equal, that’s true
The government’s racist, what’s new?
So fuck the Prime Minister, and fuck you.
Fuck you, fuck you

POLITICS

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Lyrics:
My mood flicks back like a backflip
Summersault man for a gram, no math quiz
Add it up, take a way some dank, get bank on bank, that’s gang biz uh
My mood flip back like a bitch on the blob
I’m floating like a tampon in a bog man.
I’m a G ODing on god man
I beat it easy, no socks man 
What?

I was Speaking to the profits and I told em run they pockets, they were shook
All the profits I just took that’s a one way ticket to the hood, call it hell might aswell
Spit my final sentence in cell, call it jail
What the hell man? What the hell
Smoking cali, what a smell man
If you want it come and bell man. I tell man.

My mood flicks back like a backflip
Summersault man for a gram, no math quiz
Add it up, take a way some dank, get bank on bank, that’s gang biz uh
My mood flip back like a bitch on the blob
I’m floating like a tampon in a bog man.
I’m a G ODing on god man
I beat it easy, no socks man 
What?

I don’t talk the talk I hit first
I don’t talk the talk I hit first
I don’t talk the talk I hit first

BALLYMORY (feat. QUADE POUNDSIGN)(PROD. PROP)

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