sick & tired :(  *out on all platforms*

I THOUGHT OF YOU & M3

My first project ever GRIEF drops on March 27th, hope you will enjoy it

Spotify Link for ANGER: https://open.spotify.com/track/2TycnZ43afNc5344g4wu0i?si=c53565b194cd4f2e

Spotify Link

ANGER (prod. shvde x kosfinger x yjay x prodjulioo) *SPOTIFY LINK IN DESCRIPTION*

[Intro: Codeine Kiss]
I got red eyes
Homie show me bless, If you want I can revive
You wanna my love, baby, no, waiting my night
I blowing my dope in my room, I see deadlight

[Chorus: Codeine Kiss]
I got two pills Xanax in my bed
Demons in my head
Why you fucking mad?
I wanna be alone with my blunt and my stack
I wanna go home, when alone I can dead, yeah, yeah
I got two pills Xanax in my bed
Demons in my head
Why you fucking mad?
I wanna be alone with my blunt and my stack
I wanna go home, when alone I can dead, yeah, ay

[Verse 1: Codeine Kiss]
I wanna shoot in your head, I see my scope
Money counter limit, you will lying, bitch, that I broke
I swerving my blood, that my wings have true love
Yeah, I get spin off, yeah, I get spin off

[Verse 2: Codeine Kiss]
I trying with love
I trying with drugs
Bad thoughts on my mind, I’m feeling enough
I repeat that you blind, bro, you don’t see my bless
When I dead stop my stress, when I dead stop my stress
Oh god

[Bridge: Codeine Kiss]
Yeah

[Chorus: Codeine Kiss]
I got two pills Xanax in my bed
Demons in my head
Why you fucking mad?
I wanna be alone with my blunt and my stack
I wanna go home, when alone I can dead, yeah, yeah
I got two pills Xanax in my bed
Demons in my head
Why you fucking mad?
I wanna be alone with my blunt and my stack
I wanna go home, when alone I can dead, yeah, ay

Xanax

OUTLAW

LYRICS:

GONDA:
BITCH! HAHA!
IT’S GODHAND BACK IN THIS BITCH!
GONDA, MONGO, AND FONY WALLACE
HERE TO FUCK UP YA EARDRUMS, YA HEARD ME?
GODHAND!

MONGO:
STACK MY BREAD, COUNT MY DOUGH
BUSTA YOU ALREADY KNOW
G-O-D ON YO SCREEN, 
SERVIN’ ALL THESE GODDAMN FIENDS
COUNT MY CHIPS, FUCK MY BITCH
TRYNA GET ALL MY PATNAS RICH
G-O-D ON YO PHONE
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?

WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?
MONGO, SFC, GET THE BIPPIN’ ON
COME TO THE CITY HOE, LOOK AT WHAT I’M SIPPIN’ ON
EVERY TIME YO BITCH IN THE AREA SHE HIT THE PHONE
I BEEN KNOWN TO GRIP THE POLE
GET HER IN THE SPOT WITHOUT A WORD, THAT’S A ROOKIE GOAL
IT’S THE HAND THAT SHE WANT IN HER PUSSYHOLE
YEAH, I HEARD THAT YOU WAS POPPIN’ BUT I COULD BE WRONG
PROBABLY IS
MONGO OFF THE THIZZ, AIN’T NO MOLLY BITCH
TWIRL AND HE DROP, AIN’T NO BOBBY BITCH, OBVIOUS
EVERYBODY AND THEY DIRTY MAMA TRYNA COPY THIS
NOW I’M OUT FOR BLOOD AND YO BLOCK LOOKIN’ THE OPPYEST
WHAT’S THE WORD? GET ‘EM PACKED OUT
ROLLIN’ THRU THE BURBS WITH MY STRAP OUT
FEEL LIKE A MARINE, GREEN BEAM CAUTERIZE YA SPLEEN, HOE
G-O-D-H-A-N-D THE TEAM HOE

STACK MY BREAD, COUNT MY DOUGH
BUSTA YOU ALREADY KNOW
G-O-D ON YO SCREEN, 
SERVIN’ ALL THESE GODDAMN FIENDS
COUNT MY CHIPS, FUCK MY BITCH
TRYNA GET ALL MY PATNAS RICH
G-O-D ON YO PHONE
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?

GONDA:
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?
562 TO THE 916, BIG STICKS
TUCKED IN MY TRUE RELIGION, FUCKIN’ WOMEN, SELLIN’ DOPE
I BEEN SINNIN’ BUT I KNOW THAT GOD GOT MY BACK THOUGH
I JUST NUTTED IN YO BITCH AND RAN RIGHT OUT THE BACK DOOR
SHE SAID “GONDA I LOVE YOU, MY MAN IS NOT ENOUGH”
FUCKIN’ WHITE, YELLOW, TAN, BROWN, AND THEM BLACK HOES
DON’T DISCRIMINATE WHEN I IMPREGNATE, I KNOCK’ EM UP
I’M A REAL PLAYA, FUCK A NAYSAYER
MIGHT GO TO THE BAY THEN LA LATER
I TOLD THE WAITER I NEED CHEDDAR CHEESE, GOUDA, PROVOLONE
I’M IN THE TRAP HOUSE LIKE EVERY DAY, THIS SHIT LIKE HOME ALONE
AIN’T TRYNA TALK UNTIL I SEE YOU CUZ THE POLICE ON THE PHONE
THIS HENNESSY LIKE HAMAS MISSILES, TAKE THAT SHIT RIGHT TO THE DOME
SHE GOT THAT TEMPUR-PEDIC MATTRESS, I MIGHT JUST RIP THE FOAM
YOU TALKIN’ STUPID, GRAB MY BELT, BITCH WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?

MONGO & GONDA:
STACK MY BREAD, COUNT MY DOUGH
BUSTA YOU ALREADY KNOW
G-O-D ON YO SCREEN, 
SERVIN’ ALL THESE GODDAMN FIENDS
COUNT MY CHIPS, FUCK MY BITCH
TRYNA GET ALL MY PATNAS RICH
G-O-D ON YO PHONE
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?

GONDA:
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON DUMBASS?
IT’S G-O-D-H-A-N-D
GODHAND!

YOU ALREADY KNOW (PROD. FONY WALLACE + YOUNGYANABU)

$UICIDEBOY$ - Chain Breaker

$UICIDEBOY$ - Full of Grace (I Refuse to Tend My Own Grave)

$uicideboy$ - COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS

[Intro: Codeine Kiss]
Fuck the population two

[Chorus: Codeine Kiss]
Tell me, who wanna smoke?
I got a lot of buds in party
And swerve
And I swerve in Maserati
Popping percs
Ay, I can’t feel my body
Fly like bird
And I flying near dead body
Who wanna smoke?
I got a lot of buds in party
And swerve
And I swerve in Maserati
Popping percs
Ay, I can’t feel my body
Fly like bird
And I flying near dead body

[Verse 1: Codeine Kiss]
Flying near dead body, who wanna high as fuck, I first
Her lips now kissing all my body, fuck, my life so worst
Ash on fucking skin, I burning all my fucking cursed
One day I cutting all my body, bitch, I should be durst

[Verse 2: Codeine Kiss]
I spoke with devil in my dream, baby, he wanna take my name
We ball all night, foam on my mouth, bitch, I should getaway
High as fuck, I’m tripping, smoke away my fucking brain
All this motherfuckers creeping, put in blunt my pain

[Verse 3: Codeine Kiss]
I kill your fucking family, your brother, sister, moma
Baby, you all time wanna blaming me, that your life fucking drama
I smoking ganja, sipping lean, I working to my guala
I clear my fucking pipe and gun, bitch, I’m ready, hola

[Verse 4: Codeine Kiss]
Rotten leafs dropping on my fucking dead body
You wanna talk with me, another height, hell nah, buddy
I sitting in the room in party, cocaine pearls in shawty
My voices getting me, they wanna shooting in head forty

[Verse 5: Codeine Kiss]
And I full of smoke
My rotten lungs full decomposing
My body broke
I can’t breath, to die I closing
All my feelings locked
To shawty, who on pants now posing
And I get enough
Can’t feel face, overdosing

[Verse 6: Codeine Kiss]
Can’t feel face, overdosing
Can’t feel face, overdosing
Can’t feel face, overdosing
Can’t feel face, overdosing

[Bridge: Codeine Kiss]
In fourteen trying LSD, in fifteen smoking dope
Baby, when I dying put my body in the tree, cut heart
If be true, trying kill my fucking thoughts, kill fucking broke
But all day lying, that fuck feelings, I can’t feel no more

[Chorus: Codeine Kiss]
Tell me, who wanna smoke?
I got a lot of buds in party
And swerve
And I swerve in Maserati
Popping percs
Ay, I can’t feel my body
Fly like bird
And I flying near dead body
Who wanna smoke?
I got a lot of buds in party
And swerve
And I swerve in Maserati
Popping percs
Ay, I can’t feel my body
Fly like bird
And I flying near dead body

Junkies House

Codeine Kiss