drop lyrics 🙏🏼 also GODDAMN you boys ain't holding back huh production clean asf like always

Cutty carrying the aesthetic rap on his shoulders. Cant wait for 2025

LIU KANG! ft. Eryxse & VXJOKING (prod.teyzo)

I been ridin' round town 💨

Lyrics:
Yeah, ay, ay, ay
Post up, I’ve been ridin’ round town bitch
Hit em with the thermal scope, they gon’ fly quick
Whipping hondas, broken tint, crazy timing
Cashin’ all my royal checks, talking diamonds
What the fuck are you saying, I don’t really wanna know
Way too busy with shit, I’ve been selling out shows
Got your bitch on my dick, cause you know I’m fucking like that
Too quick, hit and miss, then I’m out back

Post up, I’ve been ridin’ round town bitch
Hit em with the thermal scope, they gon’ fly quick
Whipping hondas, broken tint, crazy timing
Cashin’ all my royal checks, talking diamonds
What the fuck are you saying, I don’t really wanna know
Way too busy with shit, I’ve been selling out shows
Got your bitch on my dick, cause you know I’m fucking like that
Too quick, hit and miss, then I’m out back

I feel you won’t last when these shots come by 
Keep playing with your life, you finna float like Mike 
Ray Charles when you speak, cause it’s never on sight
But really why you talkin’, when we not the same height?
Look, first things first, they can all get that work
I got a beam and a switch locked in, this might hurt 
Fuck a tombstone, I put his birthday on a shirt
Look, bitch I’m so sick, my sneeze on your hearse
Everytime I step out, someone girlfriend jockin'
Pull up to my show, that’s where I got them flocking
The way we sell out, hell naw we ain’t stoppin' 
And niggas ain’t simping, yo bitch took us shopping 
I'm a five star pimp, like a pimp named slickback
How you love that, when she out here getting dick slapped
She be going crazy everytime I pull this phone out 
And that’s why I can’t trust these hoes, cause look what yours about 

Post up, I’ve been ridin’ round town bitch
Hit em with the thermal scope, they gon’ fly quick
Whipping hondas, broken tint, crazy timing
Cashin’ all my royal checks, talking diamonds
What the fuck are you saying, I don’t really wanna know
Way too busy with shit, I’ve been selling out shows
Got your bitch on my dick, cause you know I’m fucking like that
Too quick, hit and miss, then I’m out back

Post up, I’ve been ridin’ round town bitch
Hit em with the thermal scope, they gon’ fly quick
Whipping hondas, broken tint, crazy timing
Cashin’ all my royal checks, talking diamonds
What the fuck are you saying, I don’t really wanna know
Way too busy with shit, I’ve been selling out shows
Got your bitch on my dick, cause you know I’m fucking like that
Too quick, hit and miss, then I’m out back

POST UP! (w. Cutty Vibez)

why tf you talkin? 🤷‍♂️

Lyrics:
Why the fuck you talkin' when your girl inside my whip
Shawty getting way too crazy, with the way she move her hips
She gon’ drop it for the bag, she gon’ drop it on the low
All the competition coming for me, that’s just how I roll
Get to stashin all these hundreds on the day I fucking drop
Imma stack it to the ceiling, till the end I cannot stop
Lockin in for all my brothers, lock it in for all my dreams
Ain't nobody on my level, I just do as I please

Like what, I got em’ watching like some fans
They think they can close the gap between us, y’all don’t understand
All the sacrifices that I made, for these numbers
Kinda stupid how much I got paid, for those sleepless nights
Money, power, fame, that’s all I need
Fuck you bitches, and your games, can’t trust nobody
So I’m riding all alone, just me myself
I’m chillin’ with this blown out phone, cause you know that

It’s a hundred to the top, making money never stop
Shawty bad, why you mad, keep that metal like a cop
Got an uzi in my pocket, you can see the way I rock
Why she saying that she hate me, then she jumping on my cock
Smoking gas, smoke that shit up quick
I got a loaded .44 up on my side like I’m rick
Yeah all this money that I’m making turned me into a prick
She got a pretty face, and shawty got that ass, yeah it thick
You wanna fuck with me, I’ll fill yo ass up with lead
I’m smoking tree, roll the backwood, counting my bread
And she be double texting, now she calling, girl we ain’t friends
Don’t let me catch you slipping, Imma leave you laying in red
I got a red dot, smoke pot, made too many bands
Private jet to your city, yeah my presence in demand
Got some diamonds on my rings, got some ice up on my hands
Hit the dash, I don’t crash, whip imported from Japan, like

Why the fuck you talkin' when your girl inside my whip
Shawty getting way too crazy, with the way she move her hips
She gon’ drop it for the bag, she gon’ drop it on the low
All the competition coming for me, that’s just how I roll
Get to stashin all these hundreds on the day I fucking drop
Imma stack it to the ceiling, till the end I cannot stop
Lockin in for all my brothers, lock it in for all my dreams
Ain't nobody on my level, I just do as I please

Cause like why the fuck you talkin' when your girl inside my whip
Shawty getting way too crazy, with the way she move her hips
She gon’ drop it for the bag, she gon’ drop it on the low
All the competition coming for me, that’s just how I roll
Get to stashin all these hundreds on the day I fucking drop
Imma stack it to the ceiling, till the end I cannot stop
Lockin in for all my brothers, lock it in for all my dreams
Ain't nobody on my level, I just do as I please

TO THE TOP (ft. ⭒ nova ⭒ )

fuck all that shit you talkin 
put me on stage i’ll show u who rockin
niggas stay mad cause i came up 
i took his bm cause i’m bored and she toxic 
i told this nigga she busy 
whatchu finna do 
not shit 
u pussy
i get bands from a phone 
cleat check my hoes 
and they prolly in 4s 
look

i treat them like im never finna dip 
and thats cold
wrist on swim 
i got diamonds lil hoe 
u the type to switch up on the gang 
he foe 
i can’t never trust a bitch 
on soul 
can’t fold 

mobbin 
hittin like a hunnid no problem 
if 12 try to flash 
i got a clip that’s gone solve it 
hit em wit the switch 
so their death automatic 
tragic 
finna give the pig closed casket 

back to the hoe
chillin wit a bop
i got hoes that love coke 
wit my dick their throat
her hands on a pole
i’m in control 
baby do something 
that fill up my soul 

bands in the crib 
same for the whip 
when a nigga bored 
i go splurge wit my kid 
i handle my shit 
they ain’t really bout this 
run me my bread 
before i dip on your bitch

STAY MAD (PROD. BY QRYSTRAL)

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KA$H W/ 666SWISH & SLEVPY808

COVER ART BY @SEABXN
PRODUCED BY @ADYMZO

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~lyrics~
they don't do it like me
why i slide and i shine
kit kat shorty ima break back spines
too strange on the beat
so i reverse time
but ain't doc that can save yo life
bugs bunny
don't talk to a donald or a duck
she freak lil hoe n i like how she fuck
told cut that shit
now we at the stump
dip on the hoe
shoulda knew from the jump
lumberjack type bitch how she take down wood
shoulda known whats good
when i slid through the hood
ali
hit the shuffle
im a prince with genie
brand new js n a timbaland beanie
bite my bullet
50 bmg
don't right my wrongs
only with my beam
boil up my opps
ima send out steam
but it ain't no game
if im with my team

put a bitch up in the beamer
cause she know im the boy
lil peep
make the mfs weep in joy
gi joe my moves but i ain't no toy
bouta plot yo end
yo doom my ploy

rip it rip stick
with a skate 4 trick
give her dior love
in a 5 band fit
tell her stack my paper
ima be back later
cause i need more pants since the bands won't fit

hit the gallery
drop one band for the pants
now they mad at me

saying triple six too wack
better say that shit
to my face for a slap
smack the color out your skin
like they did mike jack

roll my royce
double r my whip
pumpkin pie i ate
while i fucked yo bitch
don't say no words
lemme talk my shit

sent a heart to a girl
now she want my kids

rock n roll all night
she aint need no kiss
n we bumped my songs
said you don't miss
hey swish
how'd ya get ya name
cause i only air
if i hit yo brain

SPOTIFY!!

LUMBAJACK! (PROD.ADYM)

CITY BOYZ

DIAMONDS

LIFESTYLE

[Intro]
Yeah… I see you peekin’, runnin’ yo mouth,
Snitchin’, lurkin’, thinking you safe… nah.
Hey neighbour — get reported.


[Hook]
Hey neighbour, get reported, yeah, that’s right,
Talkin’ all loud, but I’m bringin’ the fight,
Creep in the shadows, I expose your lies,
Step wrong once — watch your whole world die.


[Verse 1]
You snoopin’ through the blinds, tryna play the spy,
But your ass on my list, watch me testify,
Every rumor you spread, every shady move,
I’m the storm in your life, makin’ you prove.

Reportin’ your ass, yeah, I got the receipt,
All your fake-ass whispers? Can’t handle the heat,
You greasy with envy, sloppy with your script,
Hey neighbour — get reported, your house is flipped.


[Hook]
Hey neighbour, get reported, yeah, that’s right,
Talkin’ all loud, but I’m bringin’ the fight,
Creep in the shadows, I expose your lies,
Step wrong once — watch your whole world die.


[Verse 2]
I’m the nightmare you hear when the lights go out,
Every secret you hide? I’ll drag it about,
You thought you were slick, but I see through your game,
Now your reputation burnin’ in flames.

Snitches and gossipers, better take notes,
I’m the venom in the street, the blade in your throat,
I’m relentless, malicious, I don’t quit,
Hey neighbour — get reported, that’s it.


[Bridge]
Call the cops, call the council, it don’t matter,
Your lies all crumble while my power gets fatter,
I’m the king of the block, the ghost in your court,
Hey neighbour — yeah, get reported.


[Outro]
Hey neighbour, get reported, yeah, that’s right,
Talkin’ all loud, but I’m bringin’ the fight,
Creep in the shadows, I expose your lies,
Step wrong once — watch your whole world die.
Yeah… get reported.

CITY BOYZ

CUTTY VIBEZ

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