Crashed Out (prod. $ALLEN)

ROTTEN SINCE A JIT - bumboi w $lim Gucci (prod. bumboi)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
SMOKE AWAY THE STRESS LIKE AHH…
SOMETIMES LIVIN’ LIFE FEELS LIKE HELL
MY TEARS HIT THE FLOOR LIKE AHH…
SOMETIMES LIVIN’ LIFE FEELS LIKE HELL

I SMOKE AWAY THE STRESS BUT IT ALWAYS COMES BACK
DEMONS SITTIN’ ON MY CHEST, I GOT SLEEP PARALYSIS
I BEEN FEELIN’ LIKE SHIT
I NEED SOMEONE TO COME AND RESURRECT A MUTHAFUCKA LIKE I’M LAZARUS
I WANNA FEEL ALIVE BUT SOMETIMES I WANNA DIE
THAT CONTRADICTION DRIVE ME CRAZY WHILE HALLUCINATIONS FILLIN’ UP MY VISION
HEARIN’ MY WORDS, KNOW THE DEFINITIONS OF ‘EM BUT DON’T REALLY LISTEN
YOU DON’T GOTTA BELIEVE IN GOD TO BE GOOD, I KNOW SOME VERY TERRIBLE CHRISTIANS
YOU WON’T BE SAVED, LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE, AHH…
TAKE IT TO THE GRAVE, LEAVE THE BREAD THAT YOU BREAK, AHH…
BLINDED BY SIN, BUT NOW I AM AWAKE, AHH…
SACRIFICE MY LIFE TILL THE DAY I MEET MY MAKER

SMOKE AWAY THE STRESS LIKE AHH…
SOMETIMES LIVIN’ LIFE FEELS LIKE HELL
MY TEARS HIT THE FLOOR LIKE AHH…
SOMETIMES LIVIN’ LIFE FEELS LIKE HELL

MONGO:
HIT THE GROUND WITH YO KNEES
CLOSE YO HANDS AND BE DECEIVED
I GOTTA BREATHE, SINNER GON’ SIN IF HE PLEASE
NO MATTER WHAT YOU BELIEVE
EVIL CORRUPTIN’ MY MIND EVERY DAY I’M ALIVE
MULTIPLY, CAPITALIZE
AND I REALLY NEED SOME HELP, STARE UP AT THE SKY
I’M BEGGIN’ FOR NO REPLY
IF GOD LOVES ALL, WHY WOULD HE MAKE ME THIS WAY?
IF NOTHIN’ CHANGE WHEN I PRAY, WHY THE FUCK MUST I MAINTAIN?
WHY WOULD I TRY IF I’LL JUST DIE KNOWIN’ I’LL BE TOSSED INTO HELL’S FLAME
LOST IN THE DARKNESS WITH NO NAME, WHERE AIN’T A DAMN THING MEAN A DAMN THING
YOU CAN’T BE SAVED
CLOSE YOUR EYES, NOTHIN’ BUT GREY
YOU FADE AWAY, NOTHIN’ BUT A HUSK OF DIRT AND DECAY
THE WORLD IS BLIND, A DISTANT MEMORY
A TRUTH THAT’S BEST TO FORGET, SO JUST SMOKE IT AWAY

GONDA:
SMOKE AWAY THE STRESS LIKE AHH…
SOMETIMES LIVIN’ LIFE FEELS LIKE HELL
MY TEARS HIT THE FLOOR LIKE AHH…
SOMETIMES LIVIN’ LIFE FEELS LIKE HELL

LIVING LIFE FEELS LIKE HELL (PROD. BUMBOI)

Lyrics 

give it up your soul is weak 
i’m standing right beneath your feet 
i ain’t playing trick or treat  
this glock in my hand it shoot for free 
all of these chains around my neck 
me n my brothers gotta link 
all of this dope up in my pockets 
walkin around i gotta stink 

i ain’t playin gotta problem better do some 
i’m just smokin dope relaxin on my futon 
hit my demons up n then we get a move on 
shotgun in the front speedin up like it’s the autobahn 
im blastin out the window please don’t make me pop my trunk 
said i got this bass in the back get to thumping with the phonk 
all of these playaz in my section run it up 
DSC been on the map i told that bitch can’t pull the plug 
all in my bag like this ain’t nun 

demons on my left n right you catch us ridin thru the night 
all of that talkin gotta problem glock on my waist don’t test your might 
DSC been in your sight 
cuz im gettin to that money while you lookin for a fight 
pack in my hand i hold it tight 
had to run it up 
told my fuckin brother we ain’t made enough 
passed up on your offer cuz i know that you just fake as fuck 
smokin on my pack then i ash it up on your table son 
bitch i’m really spazzin this action is what i gave to em 

puh puh pussy boy don’t drop that glock 
my demons got this shit on lock 
i’m posted at the corner store i’m blowin dope this shit don’t stop 
little money in my pocket but i still go hit the shop 
all of these bitches waiting on the demons when yall gonna drop 
i whip that caddy thang 
got me out my mind so i might let it bang 
way to many dollars monopoly hand my fuckin cane 
said that it’s a new strain im smokin this shit the fuckin same 
demons really spazzin we never did it for fuckin fame

Got A Problem? (prod. DJ ACARTHUS)

Lyrics

said im riding with that little 44 up on my lap 
DSC been running shit you know we been up on the map 
i ain’t listen to these goofy motha fuckas cuz they cap 
in my scope i gotta laser better dip before i zap 
i gotta go 

cruisin down your boulevard im lookin for some dope 
why he talkin like a bitch it’s cuz his pockets ain’t got doe 
pull up on your corner im just hitting up the store 
i been mixing up this shit for way to long i’m on the 

low, never come back i leave him leakin on the floor 
all these bitches keep playing up on the gang i said no more 
told my boy roll another n them i walk em out the door 
if these busters keep talking im gonna show em what a war is 
my demons been ready up in the whip i told em floor it 
smokin on cookies im always rollin i adore it 
back of my trunk i got some speakers on some doom shit 
all of demons been steady cruisin really booming 

said im riding with that little 44 up on my lap 
DSC been running shit you know we been up on the map 
i ain’t listen to these goofy motha fuckas cuz they cap 
in my scope i gotta laser better dip before i zap 
i gotta go 

bitch i ain’t scared this shit never fair 
droppin like some bombs i gotta pair 
swaggin got some flair 
got these mother fuckas balding way im talkin got em losin hair 
why he talkin out his pockets ima send him up the stairs 

got my dawg back said we rollin up a pack 
way i mix it up got em hoppin on the track 
pulled up with my demons said you know we never lack 
playaz at the party they just rolled up in a lac 

i been pushin for a minute i ain’t mever gonna stop 
im just cookin up this bacon on the grill like it’s a cop 
why he actin like he better pussy know you get mopped 
i’m just steady posted at the crib you know its been my block

Little 44 (prod. DJ ACARTHUS)

Lyrics 

45 pressed on your chest 
make a killing what’s your bet 
demons sliding like what’s next 
crush your soul i been the best 
step up on me please don’t test 
i run shit like none the less 
seen me climbing out the crest 
all that talk you just a pest 
what’s my move you never guess 
pick yourself up you a mess 
demons coming out the west 
in my tomb i lay to rest bitch 

got him ducking low just like that bitch been playin limbo 
i been ridin with my demons i got one two three four then more 
in the parking lot, spazzin at these oops, empty fuckin clip 
reload in this bitch, then i’m gonna let it fuckin rip 
bitch i’m swinging blades, out my casket, end yo fuckin day 
tell me what he say, when i got these heads just rollin away 
said i keep it rollin at my own steady fuckin pace 
bitch you smokin laced, i just blow good pack all fuckin day 

bad girl on my side when i ride thru the night 
steady in the scope im steady in the sight 
pack getting high but im sliding for more 
i ain’t feelin this shit so i kick em out the door 
ride for the squad said my demons on the run 
blastin that shit you at the barrel of my gun 
talkin that shit but you really soundin dumb 
droppin all these clips told my boy hand the drum 

back with the team know we been on scene 
you look like a mess but im always there clean 
never rock jeans in my pants i gotta beam 
pull on yo corner bitch we always sounding mean 
one more step man i told that boy get 
never even let em get close that’s a bet 
actin like he know me but we really just met 
least you could do is pull up to my set 

got him ducking low just like that bitch been playin limbo 
i been ridin with my demons i got one two three four then more 
in the parking lot, spazzin at these oops, empty fuckin clip 
reload in this bitch, then i’m gonna let it fuckin rip 
bitch i’m swinging blades, out my casket, end yo fuckin day 
tell me what he say, when i got these heads just rollin away 
said i keep it rollin at my own steady fuckin pace 
bitch you smokin laced, i just blow good pack all fuckin day 

on my telephone my dawg hit me for dope 
i been smokin so much man that i don’t really got no more 
hit my plug up for the one time said i need a pack fosho 
man my phone been blowin up from all these labels at my show 
i been ballin on these goofy lames 
yall should be ashamed way im killin the game 
never did it for fame, i just call all the shots im feelin like Dame 
dollars in pocket way im walkin wish you felt the same 
talkin all that mess on the demons just know we bringing the pain

Limbo (prod. DJ ACARTHUS)

Lyrics 

game up on my back it got me prayin up to god 
never give up on this life know ima run it til im gone 
steady smokin packs i grab a stack im at it til its dawn 
if they talkin on my name then ima treat em like a pawn 

i been at it for a minute hoe 
still been blowin all this dope 
ran it back a couple times, the demons always run the show 
told my dawg they got a deal so we get it on the low 
bitch we pull up caddy swangin duffle bag of doe 

had to take a minute man i almost lost my fuckin mind 
got a bad girl on my side she a 10 know she a dime 
everyday im ridin cruisin swangin with my fuckin brothers 
talkin all that shit lil bitch a stupid motha fucker 
i been smokin packs i grab a stack right off my fuckin dresser 
ran to get a dub but i got 3 up in the swisher 
demons by my side it don’t matter like what’s the measure 
posted at the corner store just puffin on some pressure 

game up on my back it got me prayin up to god 
never give up on this life know ima run it til im gone 
steady smokin packs i grab a stack im at it til its dawn 
if they talkin on my name then ima treat em like a pawn 

game up on my back it got me prayin up to god 
never give up on this life know ima run it til im gone 
steady smokin packs i grab a stack im at it til its dawn 
if they talkin on my name then ima treat em like a pawn

Prayin Up To God (prod. DJ ACARTHUS)

Lyrics 

got my dub roll it up in that motha fuckin swisher hoe 
ballin on these goofy motha fuckas since the age of 4 
ridin in that caddy thang i got that shit down to the floor 
bangin thumpin all this phonk these bitches askin me for more

little bitch know i been at it since i came to life 
rise up out my fuckin tomb im here to shed a little light 
blast right thru yo front door little bitch ima take what’s mine 
sliding for the one time cuz he think im spreading all these lies 
i’m fly i’m like a target 
posted at my corner store this be my fuckin market 
smokin on my last one but i told my man to spark it 
said my man i need a dub 
told me man come get you some 
so you know im on the run 

i need a dub, i can’t pass it up, i never give a fuck 
need my smoke or else im getting someone’s body in the trunk 
got my 40 on my lap i told that bitch don’t test me bruh 
i’ll just cock it back and that’s a fact don’t step around here son 
i been spazzin all my life so what the fuck you think gon stop me now 
all these bitches talkin but ain’t movin yall some fuckin clowns 
speedin down the highway just so i can pull up to yo town 
bass been thumpin bitch you hear me makin all this fuckin sound 

got my dub roll it up in that motha fuckin swisher hoe 
ballin on these goofy motha fuckas since the age of 4 
ridin in that caddy thang i got that shit down to the floor 
bangin thumpin all this phonk these bitches askin me for more

got my dub roll it up in that motha fuckin swisher hoe 
ballin on these goofy motha fuckas since the age of 4 
ridin in that caddy thang i got that shit down to the floor 
bangin thumpin all this phonk these bitches askin me for more

Dub (prod. DJ ACARTHUS)

5 PERCENT - bumboi ft ZEEZ (prod. bumboi x $allen)

FEW MORE SINGLES ON THE WAY THEN WE GOT SUM BIG FOR Y'ALL! STAY TUNED! 🔥🪬

DIE FOR THIS SHIT (PROD. SOUDIERE)

Newest single from Zero 610 & Bumboi off Zero's next project 'To Whom It May Concern'. 

Produced By Zero 610

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