lyrics:

[Verse 1]

I got some questions for my bruddas that be on them rocks,
On their blocks, dashing from the cops or all them opps,
How you live? Eyes on the clock tryna clock them drops,
As paranoia pops when that door knocks,
-knock knock-
How you feel when feds outside of your yard,
Said then found your brudda bloodied up inside of his car,
Cuts on his hands for some grams got him meeting with Yah,
Meanwhile you got the sweats incase it happens to yah,
Are the aches and pains worth it when you hopping the fence,
A wrong word can cause offence and now you got on defence,
Saying this shit was just an accident or misunderstanding,
An altercation, that didn’t go the way that you planned it?
One word could probably swerve,
Wrong word’ll have you parked up on the curb,
Waiting for an opportunity to murk,
Demons on both sides of shoulders be doing you dirt,
Setting traps, and you’ll never know where them shits lurk,
In da depths

[hook]

Asking all these questions to my bruddas on the block,
Keep an eye out for the opps (just asking questions)
Feds on the prowl for em now,
If you snitch then they lay a brudda down (just asking questions)
Drugs in the back of the whip, just a kid,
Tryna find a way to live (just asking questions)
Whos friend, who’s foe, who knows,
You don’t till you ask them questions,

[Verse 2]

I’ve seen it all the time,
Argument, a body drop, press rewind,
Back to last week, 
Lil brodie asking where the grass be,
But ain’t no grass so he start beef,
And then he grasp heat,
And now that other yute is resting underneath the paths,
We walked above for hours,
Cloudy weather turned to showers,
Now he dead for powder,
How we get this sour as humans,
That get so heated that we do the coldest,
I ask these questions but I don’t expect no one to know this,
Wonder if he clocked on quicker would he still be ghosted,
Or would he shoot first, Han Solo, and remain soulless,
Who were his olders, matter fact, how old was the oldest,
Is the price of life a couple grams or couple Gs,
Couple teens think they’re bad cause they lost their focus,
You think your soldiers? Nah g, I think you’re hopeless,
This street code that you living by is fucking bogus,
And you should notice, before the life you live is over,


[hook]

Asking all these questions to my bruddas on the block,
Keep an eye out for the opps (just asking questions)
Feds on the prowl for em now,
If you snitch then they lay a brudda down (just asking questions)
Drugs in the back of the whip, just a kid,
Tryna find a way to live (just asking questions)
Whos friend, who’s foe, who knows,
You don’t till you ask them questions,

Questions

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BETTER DAYS!

BETTER DAYS! (FEAT. NUUMA) [PROD. BUCKX2]

i said i don’t wanna fall
run from everything i don’t understand at all
everytime i cry i lose all of my control
look me in my face as i sob into your arms
since i was a kid drugged me up on adderall

now i cant feel at all
walking body with no pulse
just a robot with a code what’s right or wrong?
i don’t play along, dont put faith into your side

you look so pretty when you cry
hurts to live like this but im too afraid to die
everytime i look into your gorgeous eyes
don’t worry bout nobody else it’s you and i

you and i
bout nobody else it’s you and i

adderall p. timor

THIS IDEA WAS ENTIRELY CREATED BY S4SHA MY GOAT!!! THANK YOU FOR THIS CRAZY MASHUP!!! 🖤🖤🖤

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Lyrics:

(Intro: Doechii — NISSAN ALTIMA)

(Wake up, a-cup, Getcha tits sucked
In my makeup, face fuck, Getcha bake up
Fake bluff, fake tuff, Niggas dick suck
Put cha sticks up for the muhfuckin' princess
Rates up, jigg's up, Putcha dicks up
Getcha dicks sucked, Put your muhfuckin' sticks up
They suck, that's tough, Nigga, pay up
Get your rates up for the muhfuckin' princess)

Tell ‘em what I’m bringing back now, y’all tell ‘em
Tell ‘em what I’m bringing back now, y’all tell ‘em
Tell ‘em what I’m bringing back now, y’all tell ‘em
Tell ‘em what I’m bringing back now, y’all tell ‘em



Yo!
This track get ‘em little bit mad but It’s a-
Distract from the shit from the past
And I ain’t never been the person to put myself on the blast 
But I’m doin this shit hoping she shaking a lil’ ass

Like bounce that
I’m trynna’ see where this mufuckin’ mouth at
No talk though, I ain’t really round that
And we can do it at the park where the south at
I’m bouta’ Pierce a bitch Veil, you can crown that

Giving me that long neck like it’s Colorado, bitch-
(IM A GIRAFFE) 
I been really postin up like USPS, fuck with US P.S and we really gonna blast 

But no Team Rocket 
Bitches trynna’ twist me up but I’m abouta’/up outta’ socket/sock it
In/End ya’ life with a shell, I ain’t talkin’ Polly Pockets
So Ima’ treat the game like a cuck and i’ll lock it

Take ‘em to the- 
Nah fuck that
(Oh my fucking god)

C’mere bitch
This rap shit easy
Who the fuck on my phone?
Tell ‘em leave a bitch alone
I’m just trynna’ chill
Tell ‘em getcha’ ass on
Yeah they know me
Your girl bouta’ leave?
This club shit borin
Trynna’ write in my head
Really thinkin’ ‘bout music
Who the fuck is you?
I don’t really wanna talk now 
I’m leavin’ this bitch!
Then I’m back to the studio 

(I’m bringing music back)

I hear the copyright comin’ from miles around
I don’t even know where this shit uploaded, if you listenin’ it means this shit is out
Or not 
I’ve really been ‘way from the clout
Or not
You mad cuz your bitch on my couch
Or nah?
YAAHHHHHHHH 

(I’m sorry I had to)

Man, this shit some light work, they been knowin’ I’m a technician 
This Tec glisten and now the whole mag missin’
Rah Tah Tah on yo’ Ty/Tie, I create death
Cookin’ all this shit up in the lab like I make meth

(Sniff) (Exhale)
That is some good shit
Roll a big dice out the block on some hood shit
I wrap up my verse like a Monk in a 'stary 
It’s scary, I’m lookin as fly as Canaries, be weary

C’mere bitch
This rap shit easy
Who the fuck on my phone?
Tell ‘em leave a bitch alone
I’m just trynna’ chill
Tell ‘em getcha’ ass on
Yeah they know me
Your girl bouta’ leave?
This club shit borin’
Trynna’ write in my head
Really thinkin’ ‘bout music
Who the fuck is you?
I don’t really wanna talk now 
I’m leavin’ this bitch!
Then I’m back to the studio

rahhh!!

SLAUGHTERBACK (ALTIMA FLIP)

THE FIRST SINGLE FROM THE ALBUM "THE SPARK"

FUCK TXT. FILES (GLIZZY CYPHER) (feat. DokkiiV, FXGGXT) (co-prod. BXTCH)

GTF (PROD. KROSE x JJXCKSSN x INDIGO)

god damn i thought you was the man you dont even have a plan whered you even get your guy from
no bands and i could never stand pussy bitches just like you yeah my bullets make the sky thump
oh yeah off the shrooms i take ten grams yeah i just made like ten grand look at me you get your eyes cut
vyvanse with cocaine in the back bitch i hope we never link off the ground said pick your mans up

i got the pack nah if you want said you can get wimme
he said he pressed me but i swear he never met wimme
he wanna problem ok bet its like a bitch wimme
i know you talking but like bitch it never gets to me

(tazmanian devil)idk wtf i said ngl lol

back wimme baby if you want said we can god damn die

god damn i thought you was the man you dont even have a plan whered you even get your guy from
no bands and i could never stand pussy bitches just like you yeah my bullets make the sky thump
oh yeah off the shrooms i take ten grams yeah i just made like ten grand look at me you get your eyes cut
vyvanse with cocaine in the back bitch i hope we never link off the ground said pick your mans up

VYVANSE (PROD. SKOTSKR)

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Produced By: @Ominvs
Vocals Mixed By: @Ominvs
Cover Art: @Ominvs

KICK DOWN YOUR DOOR (PROD. OMINVS)

... (ft. shteppi)

produced and mixed by @jenxtoo

lyric
OH MY GOD 4x

I CANT SEE THE ONLY THING I GOT IS CANDLE LIGHT
HE GOT SQUASHED YOUD THINK THAT BOY WAS JUST A CAN OF SPRITE
NO MORE THOUGHTS IM SEEING RED UP IN MY FUCKING MIND
HOW I WALK UP IN YOUR HOUSE BUT YOU DONT WANNA FIGHT

SHOOTING THESE SHOTS HOW IM MAKIN EM DANCE
25 RACKS WHAT I KEEP IN THE BAG
IM THE COLLECTOR IM TAKING YO BANDS
UP ON THE GROUND NEED TO PICK UP YO MANS

UP IN THE DIRT HE GET PUT IN A CASKET
MY CHOPPA GON BITE IT BE BARKIN NO MASTIFF
BITCH I KNOW YOU A REAL YOU BE MOFUCKIN ACTIN
AND IM BURNING MY LUNGS I BE SMOKING ON CAT PISS

OK WASSUP MANE
OH HE WANT SOME DRUGS I GOT THAT NOVACAINE
AND I GOT ME MASK AND I WALK IN THE FUNCTION IM SHOOTING THEM DOWN
THEY STILL DONT KNOW MY NAME
BITCH IM SO HEAVY WEIGHT I JUST BE MOVING THEM POUNDS
FUCK A BELT AND CHAIN
NO SO THROW ME INTO FLAMES
WHY AM I SO GOD DAMN DERANGED

OH MY GOD 4x

I CANT SEE THE ONLY THING I GOT IS CANDLE LIGHT
HE GOT SQUASHED YOUD THINK THAT BOY WAS JUST A CAN OF SPRITE
NO MORE THOUGHTS IM SEEING RED UP IN MY FUCKING MIND
HOW I WALK UP IN YOUR HOUSE BUT YOU DONT WANNA FIGHT

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