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Do Not Resurrect - 2077

Day$okee X Grioten- HIGH 4LERT (prod say false)

Yuh
Aye
Aye
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in yo door takin all your fucking shit
Like
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in your door takin all yo fucking shit
Like
All these little bitch boys
Fuck out my face I'm running to the bag
I need all my cake
Little shawty on her back I nut on her face
You don't flip no packs you a little mistake
Get up off my back
Get up off my dick
I don't fuck with no rats
You can eat this clip
Get out of my stack
Get out of my pack
Ima load this Mac
It gonna rip a stick
Fuck with the bum that's your biggest mistake
I got some hittas that need a new rank
Talk on my gang he gonna end up the same
Talk all that shit but you ain't about a stain
Cut up your throat you can choke on smoke
I been cooking up fire they on it like dope
Whip all white and it just like the Pope
Stick all black and it gon take your soul
You cannot fuck with the kid bitch you ain't on my level
We cooking them up and we poppin like kettle
I'm cuttin yo head you get left with a bezel
I'm taking your money your mouth to the metal
Like
Hangin out the window shotgun in my palms I'm high as fuck
Cruisin smokin indo lookin for another stain get left with blood

Yuh
Aye
Aye
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in yo door takin all your fucking shit
Like
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in your door takin all yo fucking shit
Like
All these little bitch boys
Fuck out my face I'm running to the bag
I need all my cake
Little shawty on her back I nut on her face
You don't flip no packs you a little mistake
Get up off my back
Get up off my dick
I don't fuck with no rats
You can eat this clip
Get out of my stack
Get out of my pack
Ima load this Mac
It gonna rip a stick
Fuck with the bum that's your biggest mistake
I got some hittas that need a new rank
Talk on my gang he gonna end up the same
Talk all that shit but you ain't about a stain
Cut up your throat you can choke on smoke
I been cooking up fire they on it like dope
Whip all white and it just like the Pope
Stick all black and it gon take your soul
You cannot fuck with the kid bitch you ain't on my level
We cooking them up and we poppin like kettle
I'm cuttin yo head you get left with a bezel
I'm taking your money your mouth to the metal
Like
Hangin out the window shotgun in my palms I'm high as fuck
Cruisin smokin indo lookin for another stain get left with blood

SHUT UP! w/ FINDMYNAME

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

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30 Hollow! (prod. eryxse)

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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

Day$okee X Grioten- HIGH 4LERT (prod say false)

DAY$OKEE (@daysokee)