Lyrics:

I found the key 
Feel like a king 
Pour me a liter 
I’m on a mission 
Free all the slaves 
I’m on a mission 

Back from the grave 
See that I’m dead, mislead 
I got no name, wonder why they miss me

I found the key 
Feel like a king 
Pour me a liter 
I’m on a mission 
Free all the slaves 
I’m on a mission

#freetheslaves2021

Utopia Ft HI-C (2020 unreleased)

Sloppy Syrup

"FUCK THAT"(Prod. Wxlfstealth)

Lost Love (prod. ocean)

FLY WITH ME (FT. HI-C)(PROD. Nonbruh)

WET NO VOSS

Verse:

Made it up to a cop 
He said don’t milly rock
Stuck a stock to my glock 
Fuck the ops I made his body rock 
Running down the block with a thot 
She give me top then I have it to my brother 
And we cooked her in the pot 

Chorus:

Yeah! Fuck with a Thot and she fuck with a boss 
She a bad hoe yeah wet no Voss
Fuck with a thot and she fuck with boss she a bad hoe yeah wet no Voss 
Fuck with a thot and she fuck with a boss she a bad hoe yeah wet no Voss 
Fuck with a thot and she fuck with a boss she a bad hoe yeah wet no Voss 

Verse: 

Pull up in Mercedes 
Got the new I got the latest 
Money like the matrix 
Feel like neo with the faces 
I don’t want no cases 
cause the last one was too basic 
Point a laser at you pussies
And now I got you chasing 
Got me chasing 
got me chasing 
Gotta get up get my bag 
Cause I’m tired of this shit 
being broke and being sad 
Flood my wrist is what I wish
But is it really worth the cash 
Imma show it to my dad 
imma a show it while it last

Chorus:

Yeah! Fuck with a Thot and she fuck with a boss 
She a bad hoe yeah wet no Voss
Fuck with a thot and she fuck with boss she a bad hoe yeah wet no Voss 
Fuck with a thot and she fuck with a boss she a bad hoe yeah wet no Voss 
Fuck with a thot and she fuck with a boss she a bad hoe yeah wet no Voss 

Verse:
Sipping iced tea
All these bitches think they like me 
Fuck a hype beat
On the streets slapping Hi-C
Chilling with a baddie back seat 
She wanna fuck me 
Pour me up some codeine
And I dropped it on my Gucci  
Fuck! I keep that bitch tucked 
She wanna fuck 
I gave it up 
Put it in her butt
Can’t get enough I wanna nut
Sloppy syrup when We sipping
Dirty out the mud 
Never cuff a bitch, I want the drugs I want the drug

Chorus:

Fuck with a thot and she fuck with a boss she a bad hoe yeah wet no Voss 
Fuck with a thot and she fuck with a boss she a bad hoe yeah wet no Voss

VOSS (Prod. by Poloboy81 x Zodiac)

CASH (Ft. HI-C)(Prod. Kidkeva)

Chorus:

Buss down tic tic Rollie on my wrist watch 
Piss talk on the clock All i see is big rocks 
Clean as a cracker with a bitch give me mad top 
Get the guap never stop iced out every watch 
Oh shit on my flow shit bouta go bitch 
Loaded fully loaded I’m a dope head 
Code red this a code red tryna get bread 
Still smoke dope on parole fuck yo piss test 

Verse: 

Ac full ac when I Make heat
Pasty call me pasty but I’m tasty 
Hi-c on my white tee call me Casey
I don’t want no trouble came to the top where my Grammy 
Got ap buss down ap 
rate me wouldn’t rate me? wouldn’t date me 
Count up all the cheese like a rat don’t faze me
drip so hard with the sauce call it gravy
Go and say this riddle what’s a kid without a fiddle 
Feel like malcum ain’t no middle I’m that kid from Sacramento 
Server my dick it ain’t fo dinner slurp that pussy I’m a sinner
ain’t no sauce without the syrup, I sippin voss caught u staring (aye)
Then I fucked that bitch one hit no take 
super sane the cake, See I’m one who hit base 
I don’t like no fake you the one who meet the fade 
I’m the one who stole 3k and beat the case 
We fight we bite I’m the one you imitate 
Super size my life don’t care about the fame 
Hit the lights it’s right Cant fill it in the vains 
And the time is right don’t wanna end up like a lame

Aye run that shit back real quick...
 
Chorus:

Buss down tic tic Rollie  on my wrist watch 
Piss talk on the clock All i see is big rocks 
Clean as a cracker with a bitch give me mad top 
Get the guap never stop iced out every watch 
Oh shit on my flow shit bouta go bitch 
Loaded fully loaded I’m a dope head 
Code red this a code red tryna get bread 
Still smoke dope on parole fuck yo piss test

PISS TALK (PROD. ESKR)

Done For The Night (Prod. Yung Dza)

FUCK 12!

Hook:
Everyone’s sick I despise
Keep control of myself from Demons inside
I panic sound so synthetic he said it 
I’m hurt,dead call up a medic 
I’m ready not ready
I pop like confetti 
Shoot steady call me young melly
Free melly free melly free melly free melly 
On melly on melly on melly on melly 
Count all my cheese, feddi
She want me gone, but I ain’t ready 
Flex on that bitch with a Bentley 
Look what I’m on, now they all love me 
Up in your dreams, Freddy 
Fuck in the sheets, Deadly 
Step on a beat, Penny 
Sipping on syrup it’s lean, Henny 
Look what I done melly on melly on melly 

Verse:
Look what I done with the Mac meet melly 
Run from the scene in court caught guilty 
Sock with a beam so don’t fuck with me
Walk with the team so don’t talk to me
She want cream so I go pop pussy 
Thugs on me so don’t act Funny 
Gucci my bees so I drip like honey 
Sauce with me cuz I do got money 

Hook:
Everyone’s sick I despise 
Keep control of myself from Demons inside
I panic sound of synthetic he said it 
I’m hurt,dead call up a medic 
I’m ready not ready
I pop like confetti 
Shoot steady call me young melly
Free melly free melly free melly free melly 
On melly on melly on melly on melly 
Count all my cheese, feddi
She want me gone, but I ain’t ready 
Flex on that bitch with a Bentley 
Look what I’m on now they all love me 
Up in your dreams, Freddy 
Fuck in the sheets, deadly 
Step on a beat, penny 
Sipping on syrup it’s lean, henny 
Look what I done melly on melly on melly

#FREEMELLY (prod. kivya x maxokoolin)

Feeling lost?
 
Chorus:
Born into this life just to know That I am nothing
Now I wanna die tell my family Im ain’t coming
Now I want the world make a change out of something 
that is not enough put this body this in coffin 
Now she wants to ride yeah tell that she loves me 
Next minute later now shes yelling that she hates me 
Baby don’t you cry you can tell me if your lonely 
Forget about the last bit*h just know ur my only
                                      X2

LOST (PROD. HXRXKILLER)

Hook:
Hit em in his place 2 shots to the face
Caution tape to the bitches I hate   
Ya Lame Ya fake and you did it for a chain 
You a pussy boy and I put that on the gang 
Chains swag new kit like Bruce Wayne  
Cocain make a bitch go insane 
No name but a cracker with a gold chain
Tell him where at so em with that Ak

Verse:
Aye Where he at?
Hold up where he at?
Don’t stop don’t stop get the bag run his tracks 
Get the Cash, fuck a hoe, I do the dash  
New foreign bitch and I flew her from Iran 
I got big bands but more on my cash app
Done Relapsed off the drugs like mouse trap 
Life’s like a lit match blown now we gone fast 
Don’t say shit clean Cracker Gotta run it back 

Hook:
Hit em in his place 2 shots to the face
Caution tape to the bitches I hate   
Ya Lame Ya fake and you did it for a chain 
You a pussy boy and I put that on the gang 
Chains swag new kit like Bruce Wayne  
Cocain make a bitch go insane 
No name but a cracker with a gold chain
Tell him where at so em with that Ak

Verse:
Aye ay-okay 
Now the bitch wanna touch meh
Don’t play but now she wanna foreplay 
Gold fangs eat the pussy gave her no pain 
Get gains I’m a Cracka with a no fame but a bold name 
CleanCracker This Cracker he too clean 
You a no show i pull up they scream 
Vvs I drip with the team imma king 
Sipping on juice now that bitch off the lean 

Hook:
Hit em in his place 2 shots to the face
Caution tape to the bitches I hate   
Ya Lame Ya fake and you did it for a chain 
You a pussy boy and I put that on the gang 
Chains swag new kit like Bruce Wayne  
Cocain make a bitch go insane 
No name but a cracker with a gold chain
Tell him where at so em with that Ak

ONTHEGANG!

Lil sum for the fans <3 tape coming soon...

Lyrics:

I’m on block with a thot
Got lean in my cup 
Face a bunt, I float 
Fucked Yo momma on blow 
White on me like coke 
Talk to my beam, my hoe
Talk how I talk 
Cause I flow 
Forty on me gone blow
Water on me so cold
I’m on top teeth gold
Don’t like me, I know 
Cop what I cop 
Got money, forever 
Yo bitch a bot
Want dick Imma let her 
She cool with the op 
Go die in a sewer
I talk what I talk 
Cuz I rock with a cooler 
How to hide the pain 
Backwoods I cope 
916 to the 530 
You grimy no slimy 
I came wit a forty 
Sent shots to the 50 
Don’t like those

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