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Sully & Cshexx - Go

Calls

Buttons

Winnings

Wham (Prod.Sully)

Whats Up Then? (Prod. Sully)

Monster

Déjà Vu

WarmUp

|Prod.me|Mix.me|Cover.Me|AllMe|
Plane
France
Japan
Taiwan
Move around the world on missions
Moving like James Bond
Imma eat yo bitch for breakfast
Save that little pretty for lunch
Try to talk down on Cshexx
Run you for you're fucking ones

Im wearing 32 size denim
Slim fit but my shoes Mariela
Chrome chain to match with my sweater
You've been so good throw it back be a rebel
I'll take you to Soho if you really special
Fuck that on a plane imma sex you
Clean fit with a fucked up mental
Cocaine in the back of the restroom

Plane  
France 
Japan  
Taiwan 
Move around the world on missions 
Moving like James Bond 
Imma eat yo bitch for breakfast
Save that little pretty for lunch
Try to talk down on Cshexx
Run you for you're fucking ones 

I got plenty of suites yes I'm ready to rock
Take it off fuck her in my socks
She says I'm so handsome her jaw really drop
I party hard off the molly I lock
I got plenty of suites yes I'm ready to rock
Walk into Marni I'm buying their socks
Travel the world with my case and a Glock
007 My life not a prop

Plane  
France 
Japan  
Taiwan 
Move around the world on missions 
Moving like James Bond 
Imma eat yo bitch for breakfast
Save that little pretty for lunch
Try to talk down on Cshexx
Run you for you're fucking ones

James Bond

Prod Me & seance 
Lyrics: 
Tropical juices mixed with pop fully kill the taste no Tropicana
Smoke reaching the roof, it reeks of fruit mixed with sweet marijuana
Velvet skies above, we sip on gold while smoking cannabis
Yea my mind was racing before I popped this goddamn opiate
Bitch u better suck it up that joke is not that serious
YSL my jeans in coke, bomber colour period
Gold fangs when I speak, my tongue dipped in purple syrup
Almost crashed the 4 at 6 am this dope shit got me sick

Perfume scent filling the room
Pothodlerz cooking, MFDOOM
No ranch my blue cheese like I'm thug
Still froze the room without no drugs
Designer clothes all on my floor
Her heels are off, she wants some more
Young Money U.O.E.N.O
She's playing Pinkprint at my tour
She sleeping in my lil shirt
Caffeine on overtime, I'm still working
Backwoods Pack and it's all Bourbon
Big body, all black suburban
This shit swerve, this shit swerve
Now my money taller than cathedrals never thought this shit would work

Tropical weed, I feel like I'm at the Garden of Eden
Taking shortcuts makes me feel worse, I feel conceded
On the highway to hell, not talking AC/DC
Yeah my mind is spinning, I don't even know if breathing works

Tropical juices mixed with pop fully kill the taste no Tropicana
Smoke reaching the roof, it reeks of fruit mixed with sweet marijuana
Velvet skies above, we sip on gold while smoking cannabis
Yea my mind was racing before I popped this goddamn opiate
Bitch u better suck it up that joke is not that serious
YSL my jeans in coke, bomber colour period
Gold fangs when I speak, my tongue dipped in purple syrup
Almost crashed the 4 at 6 am this dope shit got me sick

Yeah, I'm off the rip
In the six with Mando yeah, our money Xtend
Yo hoe was hungry
Gave her some dick
The way I'm driving yeah, I'm praying I don't flip
Its 4 am right now, there's too much haunted shit
Hold my hand lil baby, yeah we're talking to the dead
A Seance yeah I need that
With cups where the fuck my weed at
I'm dope lil bro, I bleed that
You cracked bitch now you relapse

Tropical weed, I feel like I'm at the Garden of Eden
Taking shortcuts makes me feel worse, I feel conceded
On the highway to hell, not talking AC/DC
Yeah my mind is spinning, I don't even know if breathing works

Tropical juices mixed with pop fully kill the taste no Tropicana
Smoke reaching the roof, it reeks of fruit mixed with sweet marijuana
Velvet skies above, we sip on gold while smoking cannabis
Yea my mind was racing before I popped this goddamn opiate
Bitch u better suck it up that joke is not that serious
YSL my jeans in coke, bomber colour period
Gold fangs when I speak, my tongue dipped in purple syrup
Almost crashed the 4 at 6 am this dope shit got me sick

Tropical

##nature is an immersive sonic trip through ego, survival, love, and evolution. This project isn’t just a collection of tracks, it’s a raw display of adaptability and transformation. Fusing gritty flows with smooth production, each song captures a different face of nature — from the wild instincts of the streets to the intimate pulse of connection. It’s confident. It’s vulnerable. It’s unpredictable. It’s ##nature.

Perfect for fans of genre-bending rap with character, attitude, and vision.

Can't

Hold My Hand

Warfare

TooHip

Chameleons

ponder (sully & shexx) prod.tenshixgod

KO (seance & shexx) prod.mybloodyseance

Freestyle (sully & shexx) prod.gothamx1

cmon (seance & shexx) prod.cxn

Yeah, I heard it's going up
Lights off, clothes off, please don't test my bluff
1 shot 2 shot don't waste it let's fuck
I still got it on me baby yeah you know what's up

Nah, don't wanna see you here
I'm rocking fresh fits in the club and imma wear Moncler
My drink got tonic water, berry vodka all in there
And she wants Celine more than iodines give me that stare

In the club in my cashmere
Throwing ones throwing hunnids baby please catch them
I got diamonds in my ear, yeah already can't hear
I spilled a cup of liquor all over cash denim

Ouuu baby cannot get enough she in the mood
Imma fuck it up I'll eat her pussy smooth
I'm with Sully in the cut we poured a deuce
Cannot get enough and you thought that she wanted you

Bacardi headshots flood the liver like a pool
Yea flood the liver
I been counting chips blue hunnids what I choose
Bad group cannot follow the rules

Yeah, I heard it's going up
Lights off, clothes off, please don't test my bluff
1 shot 2 shot don't waste it let's fuck
I still got it on me baby yeah you know what's up

Nah, don't wanna see you here
I'm rocking fresh fits in the club and imma wear Moncler
My drink got tonic water, berry vodka all in there
And she wants Celine more than iodines give me that stare

In the club in my cashmere
Throwing ones throwing hunnids baby please catch them
I got diamonds in my ear, yeah already can't hear
I spilled a cup of liquor all over cash denim

Ouuu baby cannot get enough she in the mood

Ouuu I'm with Sully in the cut we poured a deuce
Cannot get enough and you thought that she wanted you

Imma fuck it up I'll eat her pussy smooth
I been counting chips blue hunnids what I choose
Bad group cannot follow the rules
Bacardi headshots flood the liver like a pool
Yea flood the liver

Rules (p.Sully)

Laundry (p.sully)

Lyrics
I got bruises on my arm bitch I got bruises on my limbs
These pussies crawling yeah all over me, tryna get in my skin 
I-I call brodie to pull up, let's make a cheque and throw the bill  
I think she got it out for me, I'm bound to catch another kill 
I'm on a run, I'm on a run, I’ve never ever seen before 
My pants clean my cup dirty let's pour up another four 
Bitch I was sleeping on the floor, climb bills if it means go to war 
I got my money fair and square, like what the fuck you tripping for 
Bitch Im tryna tryna run it up 
Stack it up to the ceiling, yeah bitch we turn it up 
Yeah these pussies keep testing me bitch I’ll stir it up 
Flip the bank, break the ceiling, try to stop me, test your luck 

Bitch test your luck, feel like we lost the love 
Oh yeah I’m chasing this feeling, oh yeah I need the love 
W-White sand in my lungs I'm coughing up a dub 
If6was9 my denim, my cologne choice is Yeves Saint Laurent
These pussies can't keep playing with me, I'll take the smoke out right his lungs  
Money falling might just tat that shit up on my arm 
She so precious, I just put VVs up on her charms 
CC on my wrist, Double C on her boobs, yeah on her bras
Helmut Lang Denim, my cup is filled with real venom 
Hel-Helmut Lang Denim, you really lame put shade on em 
Do cocaine with ‘em
Drop the top, go on a race with me 
Keep kicking back with all these bozos, you know that I stay winning  

I got bruises on my arm bitch I got bruises on my limbs
These pussies crawling yeah all over me, tryna get in my skin 
I-I call brodie to pull up, let's make a cheque and throw the bill  
I think she got it out for me, I'm bound to catch another kill 
I'm on a run, I'm on a run, I’ve never ever seen before 
My pants clean my cup dirty let's pour up another four 
Bitch I was sleeping on the floor, climb bills if it means go to war 
I got my money fair and square, like what the fuck you tripping for 
Bitch Im tryna tryna run it up 
Stack it up to the ceiling, yeah bitch we turn it up 
Yeah these pussies keep testing me bitch I’ll stir it up 
Flip the bank, break the ceiling, try to stop me, test your luck

Run (Prod.boolymon)

Cshexx300

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