Do you produce/mix yourself this shi crazy bro

chill bill (Feat. Axaero, Day$okee, Redembrece) (OUT NOW EVERYWHERE)

Lyrics~
Yeah bitch im back again
Drifting at midnight through Japan
Then Im making hella bands for the hell of it
Dropping bodies left and right like kanaki ken like

Damn
Yo bitch wet like mizu
I know she really want me
She don’t really need you
Delete yo number cause you is the issue
Then we hitting the club cause it is time to get loose

Dipping out the club
After pouring out four shots
Got a hundred on the dash bitch I wont stop
Till I get that motherfucking guap
Fuck with me you getting popped
Like flies in a flytrap yo life finna stop like

Bitch you don’t really want no smoke
Smoke in yo lungs now you finna choke
Im sorry lil bro but I dont fuck with hoes
Switching on me still thinking that we bros
Nah fuck nigga you broke the bro code

Then I slide to fucking Shibuya
I got a new gat and its name Casanova
He acting tough but he soft like a sofa
Caught him 4k with the cameras all over

You is a bitch do not think you is it
Then I pull out the 9s and Im clipping yo shit
Then a bad bitch want me cuz she all on my dick
Then Im cutting him up because he is a bitch

Yeah bitch im back again
Drifting at midnight through Japan
Then Im making hella bands for the hell of it
Dropping bodies left and right like kanaki ken like

Damn
Yo bitch wet like mizu
I know she really want me
She don’t really need you
Delete yo number cuz you is the issue
Then we hitting the club cause it is time to get loose

Yeah bitch im back again
Drifting at midnight through Japan
Then Im making hella bands for the hell of it
Dropping bodies left and right like kanaki ken like

Damn
Yo bitch wet like mizu
I know she really want me
She don’t really need you
Delete yo number cuz you is the issue
Then we hitting the club cause it is time to get loose

Shibuya

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kryo! x KRIX BRIDE x boru! x SACHIHIRO(幸福) x Yung Bochin - Candy Shop! (prod. Dxnilukx x Taddybear)

Make It Make Sense

Day$okee- DEADMAN WALKiN feat Pranav.Wav (prod Bumboi)

Lyrics : 

Fuck it with a loud pack 
I don’t need’a hear where the sound at 
Two damn beers In a twelve pack 
Gotta another track in the back 
Two burners wit the gas 
Got a new damn furnace for the ash 
Drink it up think it up 
And I’m wrinkled up 
All washed up 
With another damn drink in my cup 
Pour it up hit the gas 
Hit a pole see the crash 
Then I’m waking up back to attack 

Like 
Shot shot shot 
Im’a pop pop pop 
Getting all yo’ mother fucking guap 
Imma rock to the top 
See another damn cop at the stop 
see the forty cal. glock in my spot 
I’m a new damn hot 
Got another damn rope with a knot 
Bet you waiting til’ I get damn locked 
You can mother fucking stop 
When it comes 
Get shelled with a shock
Never ever gonna God Damn Rot 

Hold up, Reality check 
She was the one 
But then there was a next 
Put a pep in your step 
Man that bitch was a test 
Fool, Do you got the strength 
To keep pushing yo’ reps 
Bitch I guess not 
Could’ve flipped but you motherfucking flopped 
Maybe that’s why you muttering to stop 
Can’t ever just walk, but you keep on with
your itty bitty talk 
All Sizzle, No Steak, No Sauce  

No bitch no boss 
No fit no costs 
If you gonna get something 
Don’t get no loss
And I’m tired of assuming 
I’m a human 
Don’t know what the fuck I’m doing 
Outside with a pussy ass boy like you and 
Get a plane and a plan
Get a rock on my hand 
Ain’t Dwayne it’s a Grand 
Or 20 fucking bands 
But the bitterness sitting with yo’ shit like sand 
So I’m getting it fitting with yo’ bitch like damn

Man I’ve always been an addict 
Never been about it 
But I always had it as a habit 
But things change 
Now they bring blame 
To my name 
If I’m gonna start it up 
Gonna get the fame 
Cuz gang  
See the money in the bennies no change 
If it ain’t a blue strip shits lame 
AMG twin flame 
Took that shit into the mother fucking drain 
Ain’t nobody gonna care when you get put into the grave

Fuck it with a loud pack 
I don’t needa hear where the sound at 
Two damn beers In a twelve pack 
Gotta another track in the back 
Two burners wit the gas 
Got a new damn furnace for the ash 
Drink it up think it up 
And I’m wrinkled up 
All washed up 
With another damn drink in my cup 
Pour it up hit the gas 
Hit a pole see the crash 
Then I’m waking up back to attack 

Like 
Shot shot shot 
Im’a pop pop pop 
Getting all yo’ mother fucking guap 
Imma rock to the top 
See another damn cop at the stop 
see the forty cal. glock in my spot 
I’m a new damn hot 
Got another damn rope with a knot 
Bet you waiting til’ I get damn locked 
You can mother fucking stop 
When it comes 
Get shelled with a shock
Never ever gonna God damn rot 

Bitch

A$hy Baby - Loud Pack (prod. necu)

Bump it <3
Out on Spotify + Apple music and all others

Lyrics:
Come on let's go send big bullets
Through their fucking heads
Got my - got my pellets painted red
Like a - like a villain, leave you dead
Always slackin', always braggin', always-

Come on let's go send big bullets
Through their fucking heads
Got my pellets painted red
Like a villain, leave you dead
Don't want no friend no mo'
Always lackin', what you know?
Pistol packin' shoot 'em fo'
Always braggin', bunch of hoes
That's how it go

Hate bitches that depressed
Victims plus one and some extra
Got you all real pressed
Sad protagonist, good guess huh
Hate party bitches, drinkin' and poppin'
Always the best time
New day, new fit rockin'
No thoughts in those fucking dead eyes
You got a lighter?
Bitch shut the fuck up-up
Bitches kite than a higher
Can't speak they still hung up-up
On some dumb idea
Imma disappear
Get the fuck out of here
I don't give a fuck
I won't even ever shed a tear

C-Come on let's go send big bullets
Through their fucking heads
Got my pellets painted red
Like a villain, leave you dead
Don't want no friend no mo'
Always lackin', what you know?
Pistol packin' shoot 'em fo'
Always braggin', bunch of hoes
That's how it go

Rolling 'round the block
Flip the baka, Imma kill 'em off
You really think you're hot, you're not
Go cry a river, get a mop
Got no sympathy for lames
High speeds,  I switch up my lanes
I'm feeling good in the rain
I pray to god things to change

Come on let's go send big bullets
Through their fucking heads
Got my pellets painted red
Like a villain, leave you dead
Don't want no friend no mo'
Always lackin', what you know?
Pistol packin' shoot 'em fo'
Always braggin', bunch of hoes
That's how it go
Come on let's go send big bullets
Through their fucking heads
Got my pellets painted red
Like a villain, leave you dead
Don't want no friend no mo'
Always lackin', what you know?
Pistol packin' shoot 'em fo'
Always braggin', bunch of hoes
That's how it go

Come on let's go send big bullets
Through their fucking heads
Got my - got my pellets painted red
Like a - like a villain, leave you dead
Always lackin', always braggin', always slackin'

Shibuya

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