Cu3tom - TOO MUCH (Feat. Twelvechrist)

[Lyrics:]

Bald head shooter look like hitman
knock his legs off, he’ll need a kickstand  
broke niggas hating, very on brand 
taught the boy the lesson, feel like Dhar Mann 
sliding out with auto-chops, I gotta slaughter em 
I just took out 20k, feel like I’m Madara 
Pop his ass up, he gon meet the carpenter 
Choppa make him do a front flip, he in Poptropica

Hit his whole squad, now his momma hurting 
Million dollar carpet, cause this bitch is Persian 
Nigga asking for respect but he never earned it 
Nigga asking for respect but he never learned it 

I’m a duck nigga, getting to the bread bitch 
ho just hit me up, I ain’t even said shit
Send his ass to god, it’s on demand like Netflix
Fit is randomized, it still look good just like it’s Chex mix

Grown man beefing on the internet 
Beefing with a ho that never gave him neck 
Down bad on his own he never got respect
He tried to do it on his own but he got even less


Bald head shooter look like hitman
knock his legs off, he’ll need a kickstand  
broke niggas hating, very on brand 
taught the boy the lesson, feel like Dhar Mann 
sliding out with auto-chops, I gotta slaughter em 
I just took out 20k, feel like I’m madara 
Pop his ass up, he gon meet the carpenter 
Choppa make him do a front flip, he in poptropica

(glo switch)

Bald head shooter look like hitman
knock his legs off, he’ll need a kickstand  
broke niggas hating, very on brand 
taught the boy the lesson, feel like Dhar Mann 
sliding out with auto-chops, I gotta slaughter em 
I just took out 20k, feel like I’m madara 
Pop his ass up, he gon meet the carpenter 
Choppa make him do a front flip, he in Poptropica

(inspired by https://soundcloud.com/reefuh/soul-eater?si=af7cd5fc712944ed9823b4e466367132&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing)

POPTROPICA [vili x thep4x x lotion]

#fucklucille #niggasbetouchingkids

https://soundcloud.com/snos8888

LALALOOPSY ft. snos [monclairr x skylarr]

April Fools

Lemme get a McDouble with some fries, 
lemme get a apple pie on the side, and a shamrock is kinda sounding nice,
 you in the back, you better make my shit right

One 5 piece I don’t need nothing more
I was getting money, better buy the whole store
Order so big you might have to hire more
I don’t give a damn, I’ll buy this food with no remorse 

Americano, uhh cappuccino, uhh macchiato, lemme get it free ho
Bitch I’m in the war, I eat a nugget ‘fore I reload
When I get a happy meal, I pass it to my mijo (son)

I just want to eat food, Can you (2X)

Oh Can I add a Hi-C

Lemme get a McDouble with some fries, 
lemme get a apple pie on the side, and a shamrock is kinda sounding nice,
 you in the back, you better make my shit right

One 5 piece I don’t need nothing more
I was getting money, better buy the whole store
Order so big you might have to hire more
I don’t give a damn, I’ll buy this food with no remorse

[outro by me]

FAT NIGGA FREESTYLE [tiresss x lotion]

[Lyrics:]

Hey Soul! (@soultarian)

Fat pants, pockets filled, Fire Bender, kill to kill
I said 98 car filled, Off the propane, Hank Hill
What you doing with your life, you don't even got no ice
Niggas capping on the mic, niggas capping bout their life

Nigga rolling through your crib, you think I was a rover
I was fucking Libra hoes too early in October
I was chilling with them boys, they told me I'm a soldier
Give her ass a show, Its late at night, I'm Stephen Colbert

I'm coming in first, you would think I'm the best
Bullet gon' hit him, it's grabbing his chest
He try to switch, Nintendo, I'm being direct
52k, bitch, I'm throwing the deck

Pass me the rock like I told him to check
Breaking the glass like I'm Shaq in a rec game
Call him my shooter, I know he the best
Call him my shooter, cuz he got the best aim

Knots in my pocket, it's fat like a hippo
She take a sip of the dick like a Calypso
She will play with your heart like a riddle
Me, I talk a lot, no, not a little
Shot to his leg, guess we making him cripple
Sharing with the gang, hammer with a sickle

Fat pants, pockets filled, Fire Bender, kill to kill
I said 98 car filled, Off the propane, Hank Hill
What you doing with your life, you don't even got no ice
Niggas capping on the mic, niggas capping bout their life

Nigga rolling through your crib, you think I was a rover
I was fucking Libra hoes too early in October
I was chilling with them boys, they told me I'm a soldier
Give her ass a show, Its late at night, I'm Stephen Colbert
Hey Soul! (@soultarian)

(I was chilling with them boys, they told me I'm a soldier)

Alright, cool

HANK HILL [soul]

[Lyrics:]

I talk 'bout the bread so much, you would think I'm a baker
Went to Mississippi, then I had to go buy me an acre
(No faker)
On the net, you a digital hater
Got a switch on my belt like I'm Batman

She wanna eat dick? Bet I can cater
Dumb nigga got hit with a backhand
I talk 'bout the cheese so much, you would think I'm a rat
I'm up in the field, gotta keep it real

Bitch, I'm feelin' like a Wild Kratt

Crack the Sprite, it's like an open hat
Fine shit—where’s your Zodiac...
(Sign)

Redbone like an Oni mask
Lotta dead niggas—where your homie at?

Nigga on the ground cryin' 'bout his bleedin’
Somebody hand him a tampon
Nigga in my DMs cryin' 'bout a bitch
Somebody hand him some press-ons

When I put on my mask, I'm Lui Calibre
You ain’t got no business to stand on
Try to play your music in the club
But they kept sayin' “Who?” like Vanoss

He wanna run—he ain’t makin’ it far
Bullet gon' hit him and It’s ASMR
Shooter got high-ground, start off the yart
Bullet gon' hit him, he think it was dart-like

Had a white shooter, I thought he was far-right
'Cause he was shootin’ them niggas a lot
Chop on me, might send him to starlight
He 'bout to have him a vision of God

I talk 'bout the bread so much, you would think I'm a baker
Went to Mississippi, then I had to go buy me an acre
(No faker)
On the net, you a digital hater
Got a switch on my belt like I'm Batman

She wanna eat dick? Bet I can cater
Dumb nigga got hit with a backhand
I talk 'bout the cheese so much, you would think I'm a rat
I'm up in the field, gotta keep it real

(Bitch, I'm feelin' like a Wild Kratt)

Crack the Sprite, it's like an open hat
Fine shit—where’s your Zodiac...
(Sign)

Redbone like an Oni mask
Lotta dead niggas—where your—
Aight, cool.

BAKER [soul x thereal]

[Lyrics:]

My bitch bad, like Kali U,
Bullet shocked him, gotta duel,
How you feelin', xrazycool,

I'm addicted to these blues,
I'm addicted to these blues,
I'm addicted to these blues,
I'm addicted to these blues,

Red light, green light, blue light, ooh,
Pull up on her, then you screwed,
Red light, green light, blue light, ooh,
My main bitch love them glocks and tools,

Them bullets, we reap your soul, it do,
This is not no starter coupe,
We pull up, turn your soul to soup,
Too tact with the way I move,

I just fucked this college ho, I made her miss her classes,
I done flexed too many bands, and now they think I’m classist,
My niggas poppin' out, start clankin' with they ratchets,
I’m stackin' mucho green, look like a relish packet,

That ho, that ho, not your ball,
It’s not my fault,
Them racks so tall,
Money on Tacko Fall,

Money on Tacko Fall,
That means it’s Senegalese,
I got so much green,
Think I’m addicted to trees,

My bitch bad, like Kali U,
Bullet shocked him, gotta duel,
How you feelin', xrazycool,

I'm addicted to these blues,
I'm addicted to these blues,
I'm addicted to these blues,
I'm addicted to these blues,

Red light, green light, blue light, ooh,
Pull up on her, then you screwed,
Red light, green light, blue light, ooh,
My main bitch love them glocks and tools,

Them bullets, we reap your soul, it do,
This is not no starter coupe,
We pull up, turn your soul to soup,
Too tact with the way I move,

ADDICTED [soul x csupo x xrazycoolin x glokmane]

[Lyrics:]

Shit ain’t no hiding, sleep off the drank like I’m Biden
Casablanca, where he hiding (Casablanca, where he hiding)
So underground bitches thought I was mining
Chop to his face, why he started reclining
Yo ho going, she never replying
Fuck the {RELEASE THE FILES}, I’m showing defiance
Hand me the canvas, I’ll paint you a picture
Assaulting the beat like I’m working at Blizzard
He get textured with bullets, I’m working in Blender
Losing blood make you cold, it’s a early December

G-G36C, told ’em “don’t spam it”
R-Ran his over, I’m Daisy Buchanan
B-blunt so fat, think I’m smoking a cannon
Ch-Chef Boyardee way I told ’em to can it

I did her mal, like that ho a descendant
Took so much drip thought I started a famine
He talking shit so we caught him transit
I didn’t kill em ’cause I would’ve planned it

I’m pushing, I’m going too ghost, like I’m Danny
Ya mans got popped, betta hand ’em a bandage
Get the flash out my face, bitch, turn off the camera
Black and white whip, bitch look like a panda

Shit ain’t no hiding, sleep off the drank like I’m Biden
Casablanca, where he hiding (Casablanca, where he hiding)
So underground bitches thought I was mining
Chop to his face, why started reclining
Yo ho going, she never replying
Fuck the {RELEASE THE FILES}, I’m showing defiance

CASABLANCA [soul x jtrn]

[Lyrics:]

Niggas don’t wanna get poked,
Why in the fuck would you threaten the needle
Down on my ass I was broke,
Touch on the bread, it’s a room full of people
Nigga done ran from the Glock,
I didn’t know the fuckboy did Kegels

I’m always touching bread,
So I never thought bout keto
Addicted to breesh, in love with the bread,
In money we trust, we the people
Baby don’t look at my skin, just look at my heart,
And treat me as equal
Never gone fight for an eagle,
Y’all don’t even check on y’all people

Back up, back up,
Baby get your racks up, back up
Bitch I feel like NASA, that’s up,
You don’t get no bread? Wow, that sucks

That sucks

We put a M on his back like a Letterman
If you didn’t touch her, then why there’s a settlement
Report on racks that I feel like weatherman
I pray with my racks when I’m looking for betterment

(Hollon, run it back, run it back)

I’m doing shit out the love and the passion
Went straight up to Europe, belligerent accents
Niggas too comfortable being a fascist
One year later, I’m stuck in a attic
I’m doing shit out the love and the passion
Went straight up to Europe, belligerent accents
Look at the state of you niggas, it’s tragic
There’s real life problems, but you called me a fa—

(SHHHHHHHHH, don’t say it)

Niggas don’t wanna get poked,
Why in the fuck would you threaten the needle
Down on my ass I was broke,
Touch on the bread, it’s a room full of people
Nigga done ran from the Glock,
I didn’t know the fuckboy did Kegels

I’m always touching bread,
So I never thought bout keto
Addicted to breesh, in love with the bread,
In money we trust, we the people
Baby don’t look at my skin, just look at my heart,
And treat me as equal
Never gone fight for an eagle,
Y’all don’t even check on y’all peoples

WETHEPEOPLE [soul x olly]

[Lyrics:] 

No sleep, eyes red, you would think I was fried
Cough up so much blood in the sink, you'd thought I had died
Your mans switched up in a blink, better go ahead and use your eyes
Hands held at the funeral, but the tears just could not fly

No sleep, eyes red, you would think I was fried
Cough up so much blood in the sink, you'd thought I had died
Your mans switched up in a blink, better go ahead and use your eyes
Hands held at the funeral, but the tears just could not fly

Nigga was grabbing his neck, guess Satan was ringing the bell
And the pack so dank, when I pull the shit out, you could see that smell
Heard the pack came through in the shit, picked it up "Oh heres my mail"
Uno Dos coming, not leaving a trace (Très), bet a nigga don't leave no trail

Fuck I look like dropping the gun, nigga I won't leave no shells
Broke ass nigga put his friend on his story, but the nigga can't pay his bail
Fuck I look like dropping the gun, nigga I won't leave no shells
In this bitch with two twin Glocks, you would think this shit Kenan and Kel

No sleep, eyes red, you would think I was fried
Cough up so much blood in the sink you'd thought I had died
Your mans switched up in a blink, better go ahead and use your eyes
Hands held at the funeral, but the tears just could not fly

No sleep, eyes red, you would think I was fried
Cough up so much blood in the sink you'd thought I had died
Your mans switched up in a blink, better go ahead and use your eyes
Hands held at the funeral, but the tears just could not fly

Cu3tom - TOO MUCH (Feat. Twelvechrist)

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