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@lizzthawizz @i-die-this-year @xokane

4oes w/ kanedakid, IKTL!, & IAMDEAD

GLEE DAY

i hide a 44
inside of my coat
when i’m in your zone
when i hit your phone
do you see my bag
do you feel my soul
do you want my cash
do you want my bones
i fly to your club
and slide through your veins
just like a new drug to drive me insane
incite a new hex 
put passion on me
now i’m in your pants, your pants in my brain

pull up, no, i don’t give a shit
i want all the smoke, they gone still let me in
30 and you broke it don’t make no sense
worried bout a player, boy pay yo rent
hit you in the face with a mouthful of iron
we could leave the place right now get live
seen me in the room what u bout where u ride
heard they wanna shoot and they all gone die

im a vagabond with this bitch
i got a bag of bones in my whip
just made a rack im lonely and rich
everyday alive i ride wit my stick
everything’s a lie, i’ve prolly been dead
cus you can see the scars surrounding my neck
roam through the world a walking nomad
i make every song like it was my last

they know me as loat 
she don’t need my name
she give me kisses on the face 
like it’s real cocaine
got half a milly in the bank
rocking silver chains
cus i won’t never wear no gold
less it’s in my teeth

girl i’m writing love letters in blood
you won’t find them
labels tryna sell me a cut
i won’t sign em
i never really gave no fucks
i burn mileage 
show me how you run out of love
i won’t fight it

got a skinny bitch
ragdoll
bring her friend
that’s a tag along
(LOAT! what you got?)
a centerfold
i got xanax i got fentanyl 

and my soul just shot a missile
common sense will tell 
you bitches artificial
bought this bitch some loubitins 
and she build me a monolith
all pockets filled they bottomless
to break my nose and cartilage 
the moon will kiss the stars
the night i find myself an artemis

i hide a 44
inside of my coat
when i’m in your zone
when i hit your phone
do you see my bag
do you feel my soul
do you want my cash
do you want my bones
i fly to your club
and slide through your veins
just like a new drug to drive me insane
incite a new hex 
put passion on me
now i’m in your pants, your pants in my brain

i hide a 44
inside of my coat
when i’m in your zone
when i hit your phone
do you see my bag
do you feel my soul
do you want my cash
do you want my bones
i fly to your club
and slide through your veins
just like a new drug to drive me insane
incite a new hex 
put passion on me
now i’m in your pants, your pants in my brain

in your zone (prod. sphynx)

rotten out the soul
i’m a ghost, i’m a shell
and if i take another hit i won’t feel like myself
gothic shawty want me bloody collar casting spells
she throw away the keys in my dreams to my cell
now i’m screaming fuck love i can’t love myself
i’m looking for the problem to balance out my health
i’m tryna make a heart stop i feel like im L
im riding with a sawed off cobain on my belt

i just got a call said they want me in LA
but i don’t give a fuck imma make it anyway
them checks hit my bank
smoke it all away
they told me i was nothing but i’m really not fazed
cus we all gonna die in this fucked up world
money, love, drugs, and a lot of freaky girls
hollow tip slug don’t get blood on your pearls
i mix it with the medicine to make another mural

rotten out the soul
i’m a ghost, i’m a shell
and if i take another hit i won’t feel like myself
gothic shawty want me bloody collar casting spells
she throw away the keys in my dreams to my cell
now i’m screaming fuck love i can’t love myself
i’m looking for the problem to balance out my health
i’m tryna make a heart stop i feel like im L
im riding with a sawed off cobain on my belt

rotten soul (prod. xenshel)

FROM THA SOURCE (W/ Notions, $now, & Dxnkwer)

lyrics 

let me see what them yams like baby 
i like hundreds on the floor 
im not the type to go save her 
hella bands, good credit
im what a broke bitch fiends 
but my eyes on the check 
on citas yadamean?
aye
hella bands fasho 
hella bands fashezi
i like my bitches slim thick who be out my city 
i done tore down yo block inna old school 50 
im just a neck breaker baby 
who b sauced and pretty 

3 white hoes 
i’m back fasho 
in my bag like trolli 
don’t be sour hoe 
i got a booth full of za 
wit some platinum flows 
she wanna chill wit the mob 
let the truth be told 

we outside 
springtime i’m copping more pieces 
why would i respond to broke niggas 
get decent
fear of god hoodies wit a lv backpack 
back back if u can’t show me no dub stack 

alo my bitch cause her face card worth it 
when i stepped into her life 
is when she finally got purpose 
im worth it 
this type of game u can’t purchase 
i could see why yo ex man got nervous 

look bitch
put me inna zoovie 
u know i came from the jets 
where its spooky 
but now im up wit the pros not the rookies 
so everything nowadays is brand newkie

let me see what them yams like baby 
i like hundreds on the floor 
im not the type to go save her 
hella bands, good credit
im what a broke bitch fiends 
but my eyes on the check 
on citas yadamean?
aye
hella bands fasho 
hella bands fashezi
i like my bitches slim thick who be out my city 
i done tore down yo block inna old school 50 
im just a neck breaker baby 
who b sauced and pretty 

u ain’t ever met a mf like me
always on her mind and she always on her knees
taking all my time and i’m breaking every piece
like lil peep i was prolly thinking bout cheese

not the type to get caught in a rat trap
i keep a luna in my hello kitty back pack
i got a shooter on the rooftop cap that
and i ain’t even 21 no black jack

i got hoes on hoes
no clothes good blow
when we down in the sin city
anything goes
you ain’t ever seen ten bands in your life
when i die i’ll be pecking out your eyes as a crow

nut on her lips shawty speak for the kids
i cannot rest til the president dead
lead to the head when they drop that list
only one king lives when u play like chess

let me see what them yams like baby 
i like hundreds on the floor 
im not the type to go save her 
hella bands, good credit
im what a broke bitch fiends 
but my eyes on the check 
on citas yadamean?
aye
hella bands fasho 
hella bands fashezi
i like my bitches slim thick who be out my city 
i done tore down yo block inna old school 50 
im just a neck breaker baby 
who b sauced and pretty

ON CITAS

if i were you, i’d wanna kill me too (prod. sphynx)

Stream: https://vyd.co/NikkoDisaster
prod. Michael Link

Lyrics:
I swear to God I fucking hate yall
I break daughters
My bass harder 
But I ain't a fucking charity I save nada 
They fold they hands up into prayer to me the DON DADA 
I think we need a bit of clarity 
I'm the motherfucking best 
Up grey metal to your motherfucking chest 
I'm about blood money and these motherfucking checks 
DNA look good on me, all your homies where I step
Throw your set up pussy, just so I know where to wreck

Yeah we rock 'em and roll 'em up 
About this I'm not joking like I actually swear to God
Once they say that its up in the the sky and its fully stuck
They want be in the block I pull my cock out and tell 'em suck 
Without a feature you won't make it? 
Boy I don't give a fuck
Bitch you gotta pay for this dick to get fully up 
Lowkey im a slave for the tits and the koolie but (butt)
It Ian;t about the pay so I truly don't know about it 
My AR hit from range 
I bring the pain to these motherfuckers
They think that I'm insane I'm killing hoes by the dozens 
I like to chop it up in bundles 
Call 'em blood like my fucking cousin 
And I just killed another and another your mothers brother even know the name 
Boy im OG like your fuckin uncle 
Tell me what my knuckles smell like
Belt the buckle hold pipe up 
Snake fucks put this venom in em like viper 
Light work cut they power off no LIPA 

I swear to God I fucking hate yall
I break daughters
My bass harder 
But I ain't a fucking charity I save nada 
They fold they hands up into prayer to me the DON DADA 
I think we need a bit of clarity 
I'm the motherfucking best 
Up grey metal to your motherfucking chest 
I'm about blood money and these motherfucking checks 
DNA look good on me, all your homies where I step
Throw your set up pussy, just so I know where to wreck

Buy DISASTER By NIKKO 

DISASTER (prod. Michael Link)

i won’t survive (leak)

Written / Performed by nAvvvi and Blckbrd
Produced by NOVO
Engineered by nAvvvi and Tumaggz

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