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CHUCKTAPE, Vol. 1

LED Song 1 MB 2 4 - 15 - 21

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All Green On Peace

LED Hyperfocus Mixdown 1

STOP LEAKING MY SHIT .... PROD.F1LTHY .... ALBUM 2023

POLAND - LIL YACHTY(PROD. F1LTHY)

i wanna take u 2 da georgia dome on da 40 yard line

new atlanta x old atlanta

pretty ricky just walked in mf HAAAA

out on all platforms now 
(PROD. SAURON)

Lyrics:

Hahaha
Yeah
I - I - I just walked in 
Im the richest nigga let’s go band for band 
I’m the man 
I said f*** my ex won’t see that b**** again
Rubberband i’m the rubberband rubberband man
I got hoes just so that you know 
She probably one of those 
At the show 
None my opps better be posted at the show
Give a f*** 
What you heard about or what you f****** know
B**** i’m posted with a glock 43 up under this coat 
N**** try me 
Then i put em on the bench like i’m the coach

Hoes man i’d be man too i’m all the hoe had 
Hit the scene my hoe 38 she riding in that Jag
AMG GT 53 you see me riding past 
Pretty E b**** i’m Pretty Eem the n**** of your dreams 
Watch yo tone when you speak to me 
Cause i rock with a real piece on me 
I herd that boy wanna feature me 
But he can’t afford my feature fee 
Moved out the hood to suburbs 
I be where all of my teachers be 
Get off ya a** and go get you a job 
That’s where yo broke a** need to be 

I - I - I just walked in 
Im the richest nigga let’s go band for band 
I’m the man 
I said f*** my ex won’t see that b**** again
Rubberband i’m the rubberband rubberband man
I got hoes just so that you know 
She probably one of those 
At the show 
None my opps better be posted at the show
Give a f*** 
What you heard about or what you f****** know
B**** i’m posted with a glock 43 up under this coat 
N**** try me 
Then i put em on the bench like i’m the coach

Uh
I went from rags to riches 
B****** you had i had them b******
I’m the only n**** from my F****** City to run up a milly on my business 
And i keep it 50/50 not 100 cause i do not trust you with my business 
Call me Walt White in the F****** studio cooking like i am a chemist
If i said sh*t then i meant it uh
You a bad liar and you broke that’s tough 
You still owe money bruh don’t act like it’s up 
She came through with her friend i ain’t f****** this up 
She a goth bit*h so i’m fu**ing her rough 
i’m so focused on money i can’t fall in love
Only put my trust in the powers up above 
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

I - I - I just walked in 
Im the richest nigga let’s go band for band 
I’m the man 
I said f*** my ex won’t see that b**** again
Rubberband i’m the rubberband rubberband man
I got hoes just so that you know 
She probably one of those 
At the show 
None my opps better be posted at the show
Give a f*** 
What you heard about or what you f****** know
B**** i’m posted with a glock 43 up under this coat 
N**** try me 
Then i put em on the bench like i’m the coach
Yeah

WALKED IN

WALKED IN (PROD. SAURON)

$15 solo beat
$25 lab
$35 solo beat pack + 1 random beat
$69 full pack + 1 custom beat
 
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Without U (Prod. Greaf)

I don't wanna see no open hands
Break your heart while I make my bands
No self harm, gotta get your mans
Fuck a promise, I got plans
I got plans

How you poppin' but in your city you got no fans?
Twenty plays on SoundCloud all from one man
Make your homies proud, aroused despite it being whack
Fuck support and your feedback, I do not need all that
Leave your home haunted
Actions unprompted
I'm into doing, not talking
Run me those shoes, you ain't walking
Call me Chris, not cause of my pops
Cause when I spit it hit like rocks
Hit like cops
Hit like bop
Built like ox
Built Fort Knox

I got plans for all this shit
I got plans for me and my bitch
I got plans to get rich
I got plans of flooding my wrist
I got plans

(She said it's not worth the time, but how can you say that when you haven't given it the time? Still love you, though.)

Claim you got them magazines, we gon' press the issue
Take you outta reality, ain't no one gon' miss you
Building bridges, hope you see me passing down a tissue
Decade down, you come to me, I'll aim for your forehead and kiss you
I don't wanna hear about pistols
Y'all like tiramisu
I move like jujitsu
Gimme my respect, you bitch, you
I don't wanna take no pictures
Cross a line, flea flick ya
Call me Kung Lao, I split ya
Calm like Master Splinter

1. PLANS (intro) {prod. level}

I just rolled a backwoods
I just rolled a swisher
I just rolled a dutchie smoked that shit to the roach with ya sister
Throw in some sativa
Too much smoke can't see ya
Couldn't, shouldn't, and wouldn't wanna be ya


Smoking weed, might drop LSD
Damn them shrooms got the best of me
What the fuck this dude want to the left of me
Too loud, ain't hear what he said to me
I'm busy trynna get this girl to come to bed with me
I hit the blunt, pass the bong, to my head with these
Put the pipe to my lips, deep breath with ease
Day in the life, this the shit, seven times a week
Talking indica, deep purple shit
Sativa if I gotta go to work and shit
Always rolled up, you'd think I rehearsed this shit
If you get too gone, no reversing it
But I got you, just vibe with me
If the cops come, just hide in here
Stay cool, say it's medical
Become a better you, fuck the federal


I just rolled a backwoods
I just rolled a swisher
I just rolled a dutchie smoked that shit to the roach with ya sister
Throw in some sativa
Too much smoke can't see ya
Couldn't, shouldn't, and wouldn't wanna be ya


This ain't OVO, no free smoke
We go toe to toe, if you do-see-do
We at the top, you too short, F-R-O-D-O
Cream of the crop, top of the class, y'all B-O-Z-O's
Cause you ain't throw in but you still try to hit it
And your breath smell hotter than the blunt when we lit it
I dare you grab the aux again, I swear you gonna get it
Yeah we running out of oxygen, we'll air it in a minute
Just chill, quit the bitching, pop a pill, now you living
If you still got an itching, we could take it to the kitchen
Take a sip, don't spill it, if you do, you gotta lick it
Cause I spent my whole check just so I could get the feeling
So you better thank me if you have a good time
Even if you can't hang, you can stay if your tired
Don't worry bout a test, guarantee you'll get hired
So just sit, take a hit, let it get you a step higher

better

2. ROLLS {prod. ayowiththemayo}

Lebrons don’t take time to respond to deshawns
I’m goin hova
Shouts draco, but I’d rather be a don
Less soldier, more Kong
Ape shit, get the charmin
Got a white ‘yonce and she says I’m hella charming
Hit up swaggy c, said “man we hella close to balling”
Just a few more tracks, a couple tapes, best not be yawning
Cause ima be working from moonrise to morning

I dare to walk two steps inside of my size 14 shoes
Better not hold your breath, when the hit get passed to you
Cause we working all saturday afternoon
Staying up past the moon
PST can’t keep my schedule
And that’s intentional

I gotta stay up cause everyone else ain’t
I stay in the motherfucking left lane

Drivin like Beyoncé in 06
This is for all the ones that ghosted
I hope you get a front row seat when I’m toasting
Champagne outta gramophones
Yeah, I know you not with the fuckin motion
Why you trynna drink up all my potions?
Why you on that hoe shit?
I don’t need no bitch, cause I’m posted till 6 in the morning, floating

Fuck a wristwatch and all the pish posh
This cost that, frankly I don’t care if it isn’t rap
Spit facts or spit blood
When the time comes
Anthem for the night ones
Fuck a dream, Rather have a life

4. LEFT LANE {prod. jackpot}

Silver stock paint job all on my ride
No it ain’t slammed, but the windows automatic
Little yellow paint scrape, passenger back side
Saw it on Craigslist, knew I had to have it
Got a manual transmission
One headlight out, you can’t miss it
Cruising up and down the hill, I know you hear engine
Oil change coming soon, first I gotta clean the kitchen
Got a squeaky belt, gotta fix the felt
On the roof, heated seats, they’ll make yo ass melt
A/C don’t work, so the summertime hell
And the passenger airbag probably gonna fail
Upholstery falling off, looking like a sail
Roof lining falling down, got me wearing veil
And I’m thinking bout souping the bitch up owith a tail
Just to make a profit when it’s finally up for saleu
No I’m not gonna fix shit
I’m finna stick with it, like I’m in a thick bitch
Weed crumbles everywhere you sit
Somebody grab a vacuum, I’ma spliff this
Yeah the clutch getting loose, gotta get a check up
Don’t run to smooth, S40 my Mecca
Say a prayer fore I pull out, hope the brakes don’t let up
Obituary looking like a set up
Giving out rides to highest bidder
Gas money going to my wallet, don’t litter
Hands and hair flying out my winder
I don’t even roll them bitches up in the winter
Cause I gotta let ‘em know
That I’m coming even when it snow
Said I gotta let ‘em know
Revving up the engine, hope you ready for the show

Hook:
Speakers blaring
Ain’t a McLaren
(Fuck is you doing, my children, you’re scaring!)
Police staring
Tires tearing
(Why were you speeding, should I call your parents?)
Bluetooth pairing
Hotbox sharing
(What is that smell, go grab the gun, Karen.)
I know it’s apparent that I do not care and 
My Volvo is scary
Beware

90k up on the dash
And that’s 15 years
Windshield clear
Look into the mirror
Tell me what appear
Now lemme hit a switch, tell me what y’all hear
Sound system came with it
No new subs, no windows tinted
No need for it when I’m in driver seat just grinning
I want them to see me winning
See me living just how I want
Couple black ziplocks in my trunk
Ain’t no junk, it’s all part of the fung shui
Oh yeah, fuck speed bumps
I’m catching air, it’s impossible
Let’s see what the cops’ll do
Tell em suck my popsicle
I will stop at none of your obstacles
Les Schwab tires paid 5 for those
Red lights, got no time for those
9:40 dispo bout to close
And you wonder why I’m going 25 above

5. 5-SPEED {prod. stoic beats}

These rappers lacking courage
Me, I’m a lion, see me flourish 
In the heat, fuck yo beef, I’d rather eat these malnourished
MC’s, now let me see
Which one would I prefer
It’s none, but I gotta feed the family, so poach me up
One of them trap stars, who can’t seem to find his own sound
And then the rap star that started it then fell to the ground
Let’s get an industry plant, just for some seasoning
And fuck it, I’ll toast a pop star up just like a pop tart with no reasoning
Pass me the salt, I’ll tell you that I get enough
So hold the comments back for this here potluck
I’m cold as fuck, but I’ma serve up some hot lunch today


What you bringing to the table, I hope it’s organic
I hate the taste of most fables, Bring it fresh, don’t want canned
And if your dish is unstable, it’s all good don’t panic
Plain meat and potatoes all you need for most pallets


Flatten him out, get baked, then I top it with some sauce
That’s my rapper filet, let me break down the cost
He got the newest balenciagas on, so that’s almost a rack
Add on top the necklace and the bracelets, plus the tax
Now that’s enough money to get your own restaurant
That’s a chain switch up, get on your Ramsay type flaunts
I’m Bobby flay with the mix
You Battali with the kicks
I’m really Action in a wig
Covered the tats and grew six
You talking bags, but yours got some grease stains
Step up your meat game
Hold up pause, let it breathe, 
This ain’t no drive-thru
This luxury, fuck rap caviar, this shit is wagyu
Beyond A1, they sous vide, stuck in a vacuum


You talking bout a dab of ranch on yo wrist
I prefer blue cheese in my pockets
All yo dressings got your wallet looking thin
Meanwhile, my jeans can barely fit, like milonakis


Thank you for stopping by to dine
Come again, enjoy your night

3. TASTY {prod. tsuruda}

LED remix of Blonde Redheads "Signs Along The Path"

Signs

More soon…

IG: @chuckskilit

Twitter: @Skilit_Jr

Eyes: Green

Hair: Summer Maple

1. PLANS (intro) {prod. level}

Chuck Skilit

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