{{LYRICS}}

[Krim$in]

Whoa
Body count triple digits like a hoe
Thottie bow and pray to me like Holy Ghost 
Spray the party bless the room like holy ghost 
Issa murder I just left a room of mothafuckin crows

So Here a Toast

I got this vino out the cask right off the coast
Sippin Sour dirty red I’m pourin out some bloody oath 


All these bad habits man I thought you woulda known
All this black yeah you know the fashion monochrome 
Six pack sinna lemme pour one for the bro
Wolf in sheep’s clothing I’m just puttin on a show

coke nail baby mixin liquor wit the snow
Russian cream leaf when im twistin up the dro
Lemme fill my cup another way for me to cope
I won’t disappoint I think that I should let it go

[dvrkside]

I thrive off of suffering
The remnant presence of death always hovering
Over my body
I wish it would come for me
Bitch I'm a god
You made in my imagery
Krimsin and me that's the purest of synergy
Fuse and we spewing hate
Your life it hang in the balance my ruger a counterweight
Heavens gates
Made for the souls of the blessed you going to hell today
Drag you myself cause it's hell to pay Mangle your body and watch it decay
I'm a tyrant ain't nothin gone stand in my way Take a step or a breath bullets carvin yo face
Tethered rope always pullin at my throat
Devil in me so they callin me the goat
Sense the envy can't leave well enough alone
Grip his throat put the metal to his dome squeeze the trigger let it go like


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Holy Ghost feat. DVRKSIDE [PROD. YUNGMEXICANBIH]

Circling Terror

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see u in the morgue.

Desperation has set in.
𝟐𝟐𝟐 ☘︎ 𝟑𝟑𝟑 

CREDITS:
Produced by: Van Lawson & BUD
Written by: Van Lawson & BUD
Mixed by: Van Lawson & BUD

SOCIALS: 
@gortainc 
@budfellla
@lovefromlawson
@shotbybosco

FEAR GORTA

Lyrics~
I want my checks
I want my bills
I love my stick
She keep it real
I need a bitch
To get me healed
I lost my feels
Bruh whats the deal?

Thats just my life
I roll the dice
And try to be alive by night
I cant decide
Whats wrong, whats right
So I keep my blick to pick one side

I want my checks
I want my bills
I love my stick
She keep it real
I need a bitch
To get me healed
I lost my feels
Bruh whats the deal?

I jump up in this new whip, my brutha hit a new lick
Stop with these threats, you do not rep
that fuck boy aint gon' do shit

Hide through facades
You fake and you covered in lies
You bitch made all in yo eyes
Like Makaveli bitches come with me
She fucking with us she for the whole damn team
Like me and J don't ever keep shit sweet
So open the doors finna bring the heat
And we upping the game finna keep it P
She saying my name and I like this C

L X to the U D A
And I ride around town with a brand new bae
She like my sound she sweet like Crème brûlée
Keep my checks in line, keep it straight uh huh
Down in japan we doing it right
くそたれ motherfuckas can die
Yo numbers Im finna fucking minimize
And tally the deficit cuz I want my

I want my checks
I want my bills
I love my stick
She keep it real
I need a bitch
To get me healed
I lost my feels
Bruh whats the deal?

Thats just my life
I roll the dice
And try to be alive by night
I cant decide
Whats wrong, whats right
So I keep my blick to pick one side

I want my checks
I want my bills
I love my stick
She keep it real
I need a bitch
To get me healed
I lost my feels
Bruh whats the deal?

I jump up in this new whip, my brutha hit a new lick
Stop with these threats, you do not rep
that fuck boy aint gon' do shit

CLXUDA X JASWED - Whats the deal (prod.Cyfal & prod.imtoofuego)

Stream: vyd.co/Chopped
featuring @bumboii
prod @prodbynxtty

Lyrics:
(NIKKO)

Yuh, it's DOOMSHOP MOTHERFUCKA

shoutout my block in this bitch-

Are you, are you, are you
Are you dumb?
No i'm not fucking the same old bitch 
New bops
Tailor made to bang I swang poles, sticks
Get chopped, like your face even your mom don't love that shit boy 
Wire around the corner im counting on you to trip on it 
Slip caught ya, its a blick culture 
Why-why you in your feelings, little bitch aren't ya ?
I came with the stick watch out 
Get you ripped top down 
Stack money to the ceiling it don't fit a counter 
Blowin some in your crib 
Head shot don't want you living 
Know you broke as a bitch 
I can tell by how you're living chicken shit 
You ain't with it 
Asking if I am still fucking on the same shit

Are you, are you dumb?
No i'm not fucking the same old bitch 
New bops
Tailor made to bang I swang poles, sticks
Get chopped, like your face even your mom don't love that shit boy 
Wire around the corner im counting on you to trip on it

(bumboi)
Im counting on you to trip 
Im peeping that you a bitch 
Why you acting pocket for that trick she dont love shit 
U cant trust no hoe thats law 
I done seen some fuck my dawgs 
Im creepin on yo location im the one that set it off

In the black truck 
Hoe i keep the mac tucked 
Hot potato with yo head and im kickin it like fat punt 
Fat junt 
Smoke em in a swisher 
Then we place em in the trash dump 
Last time that they seen him he was tweakin off that taxed cut

WOOF WOOF bitch I'm calling all my dogs

SHOOT SHOOT watch your head bust out like squash

WOOF WOOF bitch I'm calling all my dogs

SHOOT SHOOT watch your head bust out like-

Buy CHOPPED by NIKKO

CHOPPED ft. bumboi (PROD. NXTTY)

i try to fade away when you come around 
but i can’t control myself 
and i hate the way that you fall down 
every time you lose yourself 

and i’m sure you’ll never see
all the ways that you put your blade inside of me 
but look at me now, i can’t come down
to kiss you again 

i got a couple people tryna keep me alive
i think it might be selfish
wishing that it was you by my side 
i got a couple demons that i been tryna hide 
i know you not the reason 
that ive been feeling so dead inside 

so don’t call me 
please don’t call me 

but if you swear that you miss me
i might just answer 
then i might really just answer 
and we’ll just repeat what we’ve done
and i still will not be the one

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CUTTIN THE ROPE

CUTTING THE ROPE (PROD CESSIR)

Lyrics

ZILLVH’s Verse-
Bitch, you get fucked up,
Pull up on him, he like Aflac, he duck duck,
I’ma go swing onnat ho like a nunchuck,
Pourin’ these bullets like I am a dumptruck,
Talkin’ that shit on the gram then it’s what’s up,
This shit is gon get you locked up,
You is a bitch and I’m gon get you mopped up,
Bitch, pick up the pace,
I’m gonna gun him out the wraith uh,
Black forces they laced,
I up that 45. to his face uh,
Bitch, I popped a couple percocets, them shits, they must be laced uh,
Got them drugs up in my system, man that liquor to my face uh.

KillLEEK’s Verse-

PICU’S LAW! (W/ KillLEEK) (Prod. Exley & Mathiastyner)

prod. by - https://www.instagram.com/nai.sivex/

- IF IT BLEEDS, IT DIES QUICKER //prod. sivex

BLCKK:

It don't seem like you're mine no more,
Rip me open, fuckin' crush my chest,
I can't stand another day of your,
Constantly ignoring all my stress,

I'm a fucking shelter for the bad thoughts,
Plugging my veins, like a blood clot,
Keep a record of the hurt, while my heart rots,
Poison my brain in all the right spots,

Face down, in the pain now,
I won't take excuses that you made now
Face down, I'm awake now,
Face down,

Biv:

These days I cave in to hate you,
I don't give a fuck,
Talk where he take you,
She the same, but can't taste you,
Split my life away,
Chest cornered, face to face,
Can't believe a word you say,
I might die off with your name,

These days I cave in to hate you,
I don't give a fuck,
Talk where he take you,
Feel the same, but taste you,

These days I cave in to hate you,
I don't give a fuck,
Talk where he take you,
Feel the same, but taste you,

BLCKK:

It don't seem like you're mine no more,
Rip me open, fuckin' crush my chest,
I can't stand another day of your,
Constantly ignoring all my stress,

I'm a fucking shelter for the bad thoughts,
Plugging my veins, like a blood clot,
Keep a record of the hurt, while my heart rots,
Poison my brain in all the right spots,


BLCKK & Biv:

It don't seem like you're mine no more,
Rip me open, fuckin' crush my chest,
I can't stand another day of your,
Constantly ignoring all my stress,

I'm a fucking shelter for the bad thoughts,
Plugging my veins, like a blood clot,
Keep a record of the hurt, while my heart rots,
Poison my brain in all the right spots,

Blood Clot Ft. BLCKK (Prod. BLCKK & Biv)

The depth of your desire is nowhere near mine.

- IF IT BLEEDS, IT DIES QUICKER //prod. sivex

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