HEATSEEKER

$WERVE, Ethan Ross, CAIRO! - HEATSEEKER

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Do Not Resurrect - 2077

insta: griotenx
Lyrics:

I'll leave you dead on sight
High alert watch your back when we fight
Leave you in the mud when I get a taste of blood
I don't ever wanna stop all day all night

Give me one more chance, I'll fight, let me put you in the side
I ain't got no time for you bitch
Let me live my life, I don't want to be your vice
Like a kite I fly so high you can't see me

I just want to live my life on high alert
If I'm fucking feeling down, I'll fucking pop a fucking perc
If you try to fuck with me I'll fucking put you in the dirt
Hit the gas, bitch I'm out like a bitch giving birth, giving birth (Birth)

God damn, I don't want no fucking bitch
Cause I came in the club with a muthafuckin stick (Ayy ayy)
Vendetta, i put you under weather
In the back seat of my cab I switch you on like I'm a lever

Im just tryna fuck, not love, I don't wanna give in
Hit a fucking milli, now I finna make a living
Swerve, swerve so fast ima smoke you like some chilli
Burned, burned my wrist, so I bought a Richard milli' (Richard milli')

There is no going back
You've changed things, forever
Then why did you want to kill me?
I don't want to kill you
What would I do without you?
No no, no, no you, you complete me

Give me one more chance, I'll fight, let me put you in the side
I ain't got no time for you bitch
Let me live my life, I don't want to be your vice
Like a kite I fly so high you can't see me

I just want to live my life on high alert
If I'm fucking feeling down, I'll fucking pop a fucking perc
If you try to fuck with me I'll fucking put you in the dirt
Hit the gas, bitch I'm out like a bitch giving birth, giving birth

Six feet under how you talkin me
Oh shit i'm king better run from the scene
Big bands big gats we gone pull up wit heat
Ak's lightweight cause you know I be sleep

On me on me I be smoking the green
King kush king kong I be hittin the weed
All week I'm weak I be laughing at me
All week I'm weak I be laughing at me

Ain't nothing even topping what I'm talking about
We be mobbing down the street with artillery now
And the shit that we be dropping it be popping a smile
Popping pussy fuckin bitches I be all in her mouth

Ain't nothing even topping what I'm talking about
We be mobbing down the street with artillery now
And the shit that we be dropping it be popping a smile
Popping pussy fuckin bitches I be all in her mouth

Give me one more chance, I'll fight, let me put you in the side
I ain't got no time for you bitch
Let me live my life, I don't want to be your vice
Like a kite I fly so high you can't see me

I just want to live my life on high alert
If I'm fucking feeling down, I'll fucking pop a fucking perc
If you try to fuck with me I'll fucking put you in the dirt
Hit the gas, bitch I'm out like a bitch giving birth, giving birth

HIGH 4LERT

HIGH 4LERT (feat. Day$okee) *OUT ON ALL PLATS*

Day$okee- MUDD w/ $WERVE & Grioten

Lyrics:

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

In this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

I'm in this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

Ain’t no beef with me this ain’t a steakhouse
If you really got a problem we could fade out
Get a little clout and then you phase out
Finally realize that you all played out

Quarter mil up on the table got an Earache
Fuck they gonna do for me at this rate?
If I don't sign I won’t be nothin’ but that’s fear based
Bigger numbers than your roster in the present day

Got a bad lil bitch and she ten toes
No bra, no panties, that’s the dress code
I’m Eric Draven out the grave, know the dead rose
Shinigami in my dreams writin’ death notes

Right back, right back, right back
Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write back, write back, write back
Hit me the for feature I don’t write back

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

I'm in this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

I'm in this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

Listen on SPOTIFY

Sinizter & FORGOTTENAGE - RIGHT BACK!

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https://twitter.com/donotrxsurrect
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Lyrics:
[Verse 1: XATASHI]
Walked in the club like bitch, what's up?
Yeah, she suckin' on my dick
Yeah, she gobble on my nuts
Spend 3 racks on a bitch, like what?
Slid up to the party, with a body in the trunk
And I heard he want smoke, he get shot down
Choppa erotic, it rip through his guts now
He wanted smoke, we pull up, give him cancer
Wanted to talk, turn that boy to a dancer, uh
Glock tucked down on my motherfuckin' hip
Talk shit, get shot in your motherfuckin' lip
Spent three racks on a motherfuckin' bitch
And she bust it down low, on my motherfuckin' dick
He talkin' shit, he get gutted like a fish
And I fuck on that bitch, she gon' suck on my dick
And I came with a strap, that's attached with a dick
Pulled up 10 deep in a motherfuckin' whip
Bad bitch hit on my line, I might hit that
Cock back, shoot that bullets gone hit that
Boy talkin' shit, he get shot in his face
This choppa reloaded, I'm strapped with a K
His bitch give me brain
Nah, she give me dome in the back of the wraith
Now we be dancin' on top of his grave
I'ma be asking that boy how the motherfuckin' dirt taste

[Verse 2: do not resurrect]
Okay, swing the blade, I hit his back, get to crackin'
Bring the rage, I'm not so passive 'bout action
Beam his face and then I pass him a napkin
Your greed is tasteless and you lackin' a sack, bitch
Hit the top, okay, you mad or what?
I don’t want ya bitch and I don’t want ya number
I won’t join ya clique and I won’t come to functions
But keep dummy clips, my thumper stomach rumbling
Livid and dead
I'm poppin' lead
Put you to bed
The sinister Res
I got a plan
Aim for the head
I live for the red
I’m boutta shred
Fill 'em with dread
Your people are bled
I cock it back
Empty the clip
You silly simple stupid fuckers, never cannot do it like how my glocky do it
I pillage loot and cause a ruckus, ain't nobody movin' how the god is movin'

[Hook: XATASHI]
Walked in the club, like bitch, what's up?
Yeah, she suckin' on my dick
Yeah, she gobble on my nuts
Spend 3 racks on a bitch, like what?
Slid up to the party with a body in the trunk
And I heard he want smoke, he get shot down
Choppa erotic, it rip through his guts now
He wanted smoke, we pull up, give him cancer
Wanted to talk, turn that boy to a dancer, uh
Walked in the club, like bitch, what's up?
Yeah she suckin on my dick
Yeah she gobble on my nuts
Spend 3 racks on a bitch like what
Slid up to the party with a body in the trunk
And i heard he want smoke, he get shot down
Choppa erotic, it rip through his guts now
He wanted smoke, we pull up, give him cancer
Wanted to talk, turn that boy to a dancer, uh

Walked in the club like bitch, what's up?
Yeah, she suckin' on my dick
Yeah, she gobble on my nuts
Walked in the club, like bitch, what's up?
Spent a rack on a bitch
Now that bitch tryna fuck
Walked in the club like bitch, what's up?
Yeah, she suckin' on my dick
Yeah, she gobble on my nuts
Walked in the club, like bitch, what's up?
Spent a rack on a bitch
Now that bitch tryna fuck

Animosity

XATASHI X DO NOT RESURRECT - Animosity (Prod. Tokyo!) *OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS*

Bass boosted by DIEGO BASS.
Better with a car subwoofer!
Enjoy!
Thanks to soundcloud copyright i speed it up a little. :( :)

Kordhell x Scarlxrd x CORPSE - LIKE YXU WXULD KNXW (likeyouwouldknow)NEW 2022 [Bass Boosted]

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OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS

Lyrics: (Intro)

Before Corona I was livin like a loner
Now I got a fuckin dime piece I can call up when I wanna
I've been gettin better imma tell em if they don't know 
Everybody who was doubtin all the sudden turned to goners


(Hook)

I've runnin up these bags, bitches gettin mad now I hear them talkin that bitch ass trash
I've been runnin laps, left em in the past I don't hear no talkin cuz y'all down bad
Hahaha bitch I knew I'd get the last laugh on these niggas, sorry I ain't sorry goin bad bad on these niggas
And I knew I'd get the last laugh on these bitches so I'm fuckin skeetin rat-ta-tat-tat on these bitches


(verse)

Goddamn lately I do what I wanna, cum right in her face like that ain't somebody daughter
Since a kid man I knew I'd be a baller, with a couple hoes that I have to keep in order
Bounce that ass like a chevy impala 1967 baby girl go shake ya blessins right
Got your ex out her preein like a stalker colt 1911 it gon send that boiii to heaven no problem

Pussy why you talkin bout me
Hold that fuckin talk boiii we gon meet in the streets uh huh
You ain't never been in no beef
Probably fuckin why that he don't carry no heat uh huh


(Hook)

I've runnin up these bags, bitches gettin mad now I hear them talkin that bitch ass trash
I've been runnin laps, left em in the past I don't hear no talkin cuz y'all down bad
Hahaha bitch I knew I'd get the last laugh on these niggas, sorry I ain't sorry goin bad bad on these niggas
And I knew I'd get the last laugh on these bitches so I'm fuckin skeetin rat-ta-tat-tat on these bitches


(Verse 2, Kuma the Third)

Fuck all the waiting,
Shit entertaining,
Sucka wanna leave me but I paved my way,
Finna dance on your grave,
When they chanting my name,
I’m sorry not sorry but you playing my game,
Screen time causing downtime,
You be hella lucky to be ready in the morning,
Finna need a pit stop,
Ready when this shit drop,
Cuz you down bad when the cameras start rolling,
Fuck all the waiting,
Shit entertaining,
Sucka wanna leave me but I paved my way,
Finna dance on your grave,
When they chanting my name,
I’m sorry not sorry but you playing my game,
Cuz you bad,
And you getting mad,
Fuck you and your face,
lil snitch I’ll pass,
I be loading mags,
Putting on a mask,
Sorry not sorry but I got the last laugh


(Hook)

I've runnin up these bags, bitches gettin mad now I hear them talkin that bitch ass trash
I've been runnin laps, left em in the past I don't hear no talkin cuz y'all down bad
Hahaha bitch I knew I'd get the last laugh on these niggas, sorry I ain't sorry goin bad bad on these niggas
And I knew I'd get the last laugh on these bitches so I'm fuckin skeetin rat-ta-tat-tat on these bitches

CAIRO! x Kuma the Third - LAST LAUGH (Prod. Shneaky x prodbyjxn)

https://open.spotify.com/track/2dsbkdOFOPEd04udxFKleS?si=64cd03cf1b3446a6

@sadfriendd
@iamYURY
@user-675054830 (5admin)

Lyrics:

Hit it I swerve
F*** what you heard
Talkin that s*** 
They got some nerve
Been off the gas
I dont conserve
I’m in the game
They just observe
Hit it I swerve

Can’t stop grinding everyday
To make sure that I’m not a have not
They just on the mother f***** sideline like a mascot
I’m just out here vibing
Keep it moving while they can’t talk
To the limit yeah I does it
This s*** like a mother f***** marathon I run it
Had to do this really from the ground up
Yeah I done it
This right here the mother f***** peak
We hit the summit

Hit it I swerve
F*** what you heard
Talkin that s*** 
They got some nerve
Been off the gas
I dont conserve
I’m in the game
They just observe
Hit it I swerve

Wait, put in that work
Mother f***** talking b**** I kill em with the perc
Dumpin at your heart
I’m bout to put em on a shirt
Top dog status
I’ma sell it like some merch
Wait b****, I’m a falcon and I’m coming off the perch
I had to k*** it cuz I couldn’t fight the urge
Whoop to the head
While the chopper’s on the curve
Came in with the fire m********** feel the burn
I got glasses on my face
Askin what do I observe
Now im doin better
I just made a couple fk***** racks off Vendetta
Pain k****** on me in my system I feel better
Blood up on my face and my mother f***** sweater
Avatar with the f***** Glock mark your head up
Can’t take the heat they do not like the weather
So in the street with the Glocks and berettas
Had to take em off cuz the opps never better

Day$okee- MUDD w/ $WERVE & Grioten

DAY$OKEE (@daysokee)