Yea
Bitch im stylin
Profilin
I feel like Im Ric Flair
Hit the floor
And get to wylin
Get a nigga 
Out his body
I might light 
The whole party
I don’t need
Too many round me
But my glocky
And my potna
Gotta lot
Been tryna stop me
But I put
It all behind me
Had a couple 
Ups and downs
But im solid
As a rock and
Bitch im wylin cause I gotta
Nigga never had shit
Bitch im wylin cause I gotta
Ain’t no mercy in this bitch

Want my cousin for the win
The whole family for the win
But these dirty mothafukas
They aint tryna let us in
Every time I come with sum
Niggas stealin my ideas
When I say the same shit
They all want laugh
They don’t want hear it
That shit sickenin
But im plottin on a way
To make em feel it
How I show these pussy niggas
Im the realest in the city?
Know they tell ya catch a body
That’s one option, I might try it
Should I really risk my life
Just for the riches, is that right?
Mama taught me stand on bidness
But try not to risk my life
She say if it’s meant to be
It’ll come again, dont lose ya sight
But im sorry mama, im thinkin of drillin
Want some ice, Im tryna get the family right
This 9-5 won’t pay the price…

Yea
Bitch im stylin
Profilin
I feel like Im Ric Flair
Hit the floor
And get to wylin
Get a nigga 
Out his body
I might light 
The whole party
I don’t need
Too many round me
But my glocky
And my potna
Gotta lot
Been tryna stop me
But I put
It all behind me
Had a couple 
Ups and downs
But im solid
As a rock and
Bitch im wylin cause I gotta
Nigga never had shit
Bitch im wylin cause I gotta
Ain’t no mercy in this bitch

I hit the floor and start wylin
As soon as I hit the door
Everybody makin room
I gotta feelin that they know
Me and Kas, gettin Cash
Addicted to cash flow 
Everybody watchin
They see us
They know that we finna blow
We all up in the south
But you feel us on any coast
They feel me in any hood
Especially in that oak
I wild out, no time out
You play and you gettin smoked
Me and cuz ain’t a joke
You send threats we on yo porch
No internet, no silly mess
I aint got time to make a post
Watch yo six im right behind ya
Im prolly sneakin up close
Send a blitz and cuz assist
Too much pressure bitch you choked
Should’ve never tried to play us
Now it’s murder that she wrote

Yea
Bitch im stylin
Profilin
I feel like Im Ric Flair
Hit the floor
And get to wylin
Get a nigga 
Out his body
I might light 
The whole party
I don’t need
Too many round me
But my glocky
And my potna
Gotta lot
Been tryna stop me
But I put
It all behind me
Had a couple 
Ups and downs
But im solid
As a rock and
Bitch im wylin cause I gotta
Nigga never had shit
Bitch im wylin cause I gotta
Ain’t no mercy in this bitch

Wylin’ x Ajondatrack Beats

VVS x TuMaggz -  FLATLINE EM

Hold up
Wait
Havok finna talk his shit now
All these goofy ass rappers
Runnin round here got me pissed off
You are not a lyricist
You are a quite bit soft
Everything you doin
Another nigga done did dawg

Walk it like I talk it
They can’t voice it how I bark it, huh?
Nigga Im the big dog
And you are just the carpet huh
Niggas still be out here mumbling
and sounding meaningless
Saying all this same dumb ass shit
And just repeatin it
Guess every nigga out here
Struggling the same way now
Guess everybody feel like they
Gotta bust a brain now
Nigga had a pool in his yard
But think he gangsta
Nigga gotta college degree
But wanna slang
Wanna hang on the corner
With the big dawgs and the thugs
I used to think about it till
I seen just how it was
Never once that I was scared
But I ain’t tryna end up dead
I done knew so many niggas
End with bullets to the head

Hold up
Wait
Havok still talkin his shit now
All these goofy ass rappers
Runnin round here got me pissed off
You are not a lyricist
You are a quite bit soft
Everything you doin
Another nigga done did dawg

But I can’t lie, still think about it
From time to time
Just wanna take my iron
Rob a guy, might take his life

Know it ain’t gon be right
But I just wan get paid tonight
Sometimes I be thinkin ima killer
Like I’ll never die

Im invincible

Feel invincible
Feel like I might end up and drillin dude
This shit get pitiful
Hate the way that I been livin fool
I be so depressed
I get to stressin bout how I should move
Where the fuck my mama blessin
When she did the best she could
Used to bow her head and pray
To whoever would listen to her
Used to try to do the same
But I saw right straight through the bullshit

Niggas tend to say Im kinda crazy and how I should be
Believin in every little thing they try to feed to me
Look where I done got and I ain’t put my beliefs in a thing
Know it could be better, I’ve seen worst how some believers be
My people up in africa still prayin, dying hungrily
So keep ya fuckin prayers, shove em right back up ya dungarees

Hold up
Wait
Havok done talkin his shit now
All these goofy ass rappers
Runnin round here had me pissed off
They really aren’t lyricists
They are a quite bit soft
Everything they doin
These other niggas done did dawg

DogBark!

Written / Performed by @blckbrds
Produced by @zyllerbeats
Engineered by @tumaggz

GRINDING HERB WITH ALDER'S RAZOR

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
i dont need another reason 
i give foes a hunnid beatings 
buss the door, i pop the lock 
i got em running, hunting season 
i unload a hunnid rounds 
and dont you duck thats fuckin treason 
clutchin on my 40 cal 
i got them guns 
they’d love to meet ya

i just hit em w another mag 
jumping off the helipad 
c4 set to detonate 
profit, i need all of that
closet fulla body bags 
bedroom fulla ghosts 
lighter fluid in my coffee 
spreading blood all on my toast

and i get sickness from the lights 
hanging like the bats do 
killing all the mice 
splattered on my tattoos 
reach and i might stab you 
promise im a psycho 
dont even need a mask to
i do it w my eyes closed 

im a long haired nigga that aint never going broke, huh
all hail rezzy, im prophetic w the pole, huh 
dawg, get ready, put ya head inside this rope
i leave em all red, bloody
get him separate from his soul

suspicious trenchcoat

Rerelease From 2022. Phonk type recording style without the typical Phonk type flow…

Personally just been fw it again recently…🤷🏿‍♂️
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Lyrics:

Headbusser
Big steppa
Whatever you call it
Bitch im like the trash man
Takin out the garbage
Pretty blade to his face
Cuttin up my target
Headbusser
Big steppa
Whatever you call it

Load up the rifle, there’s plenty guns
Got enough bullets for everyone
Leave em with holes and take the funds
Fuck all they goals of living long
Terroristic with ammunition
What you call a man on a mission?
Kill em slow, oh so sadistic
Ain’t it hard to diss when ya brain missin?
Can’t lie, I love it when they run
You can run, you still going under
Catch up
Make em bleed
Then he screams
That hoe gon suffer
My screws loose, you can’t dismiss it
I fiend death and i need fixing
And blood’s a helluva drug
You gotta bunch, gimme some

Headbusser
Big steppa
Whatever you call it
Bitch im like the trash man
Takin out the garbage
Pretty blade to his face
Cuttin up my target
Headbusser
Big steppa
Whatever you call it

I don’t want much
Maybe ya head
A couple of toes
The pieces you really don’t use the most
Cause one, you can’t step
Stop singin them songs
You used ya head
You wouldn’t be here
You realize that flexing doesn’t appeal
To those that are real
You never had to go a day without a meal
You’re gonna squeal…
Suffer
Feel the pain that my mother felt
She went 8yrs with that disease
You went 18 all healthy
They were lying saying she was okay
They were gettin paid, gave you everything so im

Headbussin
Big steppin
Whatever you call it
Spoiled ass rotten trash
Similar to garbage
Lie to her face
You get a raise
While we out here starvin
Turned my life into a living Hell
So now im carving….

watchucallit? ‘22

Lyrics:

Bitch im the Big Bad Hellhound that shit ain’t ever changing
Keep a bullet in the head incase I gotta bust a brain
Wolverine with this choppa, chop the beef like its some steak
Straight sadistic, masochistic, make em all feel my pain
Bitch im the Big Bad Hellhound and that shit ain’t ever changing
Keep a bullet in the head incase I gotta bust a brain
Wolverine with this choppa, chop the beef like its some steak
Straight sadistic, masochistic, make em all feel my pain

Brand new choppa, brand new blade
Don’t wanna use em, im just sayin
Too many niggas try to play up on yo top
Just for a name, Im that nigga
Im the wave, and im just tryna change they ways
Claim they real, we know they ain’t
And I can’t fuck around with fake but
Ima shine by any means, could give a fuck
What niggas think, Gold and Silver
On my fangs, I got em watchin what I say
Hope he watchin what he say cause
I might blow his whole block down
Big Bad Hellhound a make a nigga stand down
Might just lay ya mans down
Keep ya self in check now
Never catch me botherin a nigga
Like a bitch do, nigga listenin 
Hatin on this verse now, might could be you? 
Go listen to yo daddy son, could never wanna be you
Straight up copyin a nigga tryna be his fuckin sequel
Give a fuck bout being equal to him I wanna feed my people
Give a fuck, if you feelin what im sayin cuz guess what he do
Ain’t no caterin to niggas never been through what I went through

Bitch im the Big Bad Hellhound that shit ain’t ever changing
Keep a bullet in the head incase I gotta bust a brain
Wolverine with this choppa, chop the beef like its some steak
Straight sadistic, masochistic, make em all feel my pain

Big Bad Hellhound 2

Lyrics:

I can’t lie might go to sleep dreamin bout how I die…
Really might be the reason my thoughts get homicidal
Don’t wanna kill nobody, I just do not fear nobody
Niggas be so grimy in this world, my bro like “tell me bout it
Had to cut some niggas off, I took my feelings out it
Might wan get em out yo business, they can’t keep it solid
Nigga never had your best interests up in mind…
Learn to keep your head up, even through the fire
Been through it a couple times, could’ve died upon a time
Who are you to sit here tryna tell me bout the afterlife?
You ain’t ever had a real instance where you could’ve died
Have you ever had a time limit set upon your life?
Been through it all, like Silent Hill
I done ran through the fog, had to find some peace within a jar of weed, I smoked it all
Wondering who I can call and vent to towards tomorrow…
Lost my brother, lost a uncle, those who’d push me forward
When life had gotten hard, the only ones that I could call
They ain’t ever let the phone ring they always picked it up
Makes you grateful of the times now, you cherish all
But other times, wakeup wishing i’d just die off
Im missing people ima never get to see again…
So I take yall faces, ice em out on pendants then…
Do the best I can to keep yall in remembrance…
Mention yall on every song, I’ll never ever distance them

This for my people who done lost some
I know yall feelin this cause we all done lost one
Welcome to the mind of the Hellhound
I said welcome to the mind of the Hellhound…

Mind of Tha Hellhound

Lyrics:

Wake up in the morning
Brush my teeth and put my grillz in
Then I wash my face
And get real clean y’know im still him
Niggas hatin on me
Cause they hoes want me to drill them
What you worried bout my nigga?
Im focused on winnin…
That don’t mean me fuckin
On none of yall bitches
I like makin money
I can’t lose it on no trickin
She really wanna fuck me
Watch her bust it with no ticket
Watch me count a milly
Im the illest in my city, yeah


Posted with a killa, that’s my nigga
What the business is?
Try to fuck me over anyway
We get the business cleared
Let a nigga fuck round with my niggas
Then we finish em
Ever heard that choppa sound?
A hundred rounds’ll kill many men

I was tryna chill but bitch im still the hellhound
Wasn’t tryna kill but I might still be hellbound
Ain’t wanna be the villain but these bills keep comin round
And then I realize, bitch im still the hellhound

Watch the way I move cause I ain’t in the mood to lose
But might run up and jack a nigga, run em out his shoes
Mama raised a angel but im feeling like a fool
Since like 2016, think I lost a couple screws
Barely even had em, they been gone since adolescence
Whippin ass from Baton Rouge, all the way to Houston, Texas
Niggas tried to hoe me cause I didn’t like to talk much
Slumped em on the ground, today they gon lay in a coffin
Feelin like a gangsta even though I never slayed one
Prayin to my rod, he playin pussy ima bang em
I aint ever gotta lie but where the fuck I put this anger?
Where the fuck I put this pain?
Where the fuck I put my banger?
I been waitin for the day to leave a nigga out here hangin
I been searchin for a way to fill my safe up like a bank
For them fuckin hungry nights and all them days I never ate
Just because I had this stomach ain’t mean I had me a plate
Matter fact it might surprise ya, all the weight I lost away
Damn near was four hundred pounds, dropped back round 298
Fill this rod with 30 rounds incase they feelin way too great
Like a ape so all i’ll say, might wanna stay back where it’s safe…

I was tryna chill but bitch im still the hellhound
Wasn’t tryna kill but I might still be hellbound
Ain’t wanna be the villain but these bills keep comin round
And then I realize, bitch im still the hellhound

Spitfire [Prod. Novo]

Cyclxne

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