[HOOK]
robbin pharmacy’s, mane im ready for the 
scripts
man i got my chips, all in with some dip
40 on my waist, got a 20 on my hip
shawty so fine when she biting on her lip
bitin on her lip, bitin on her lip
spin the block twice, giving seconds to my blick 
shawty so fine when she think about my dick
call me up askin what outfit to pick


[VERSE I]
leaning to my left i’m leaning to my right
told that bitch leave if you hate me out of spite
pourin up again with some dirty in my sprite
fuckin with the scxpe, gonna be a long night
pull up with my souljas, you gon see the fuckin light
turn his body into swiss, cause he ain’t got the bite
i ain’t got the time, i won’t look into my sight
throw these fuckin hands, you ain’t gotta gun to fight
bomb his whole block turnin bodies into matches
momma been cryin, ain’t no wonder that i’m tragic
left the crib sad, i hope to spark up some magic
on the 59, yea the sirens sound so drastic
had to grab my gun when they coppas flashed their badges
now they wrapped in plastic

[BRIDGE]
body’s in the trunk, feed yo limbs to crocodiles
drivin off the map crash, blood is goin miles

[VERSE II]
this that motherfuckin h shit
goin apeshit
on a lame bitch
leave their necks slit
blood is flowin through my eyes
got me hypnotized
thinking why me
seein bright beams
thinking i’m a fiend
waiting for high to fade away and i’ll die clean

i’m that sick motherfucker
killer from the gutters
walk it how you talk it, i cant hear you when you stutter
callin for your mother
while i call up my brothers
red hot barrel, i ain’t like the fuckin others
i’m just trynna let you know that nina ain’t afraid 
if you ain’t ready, pack your bags and leave the stage
really trynna hold me back when this the shit i’m made for 
4 more fuckin times, im done writing the page
back to smokin crack magic, i’m the fuckin mage ho

[HOOK]
robbin pharmacy’s, mane im ready for the 
scripts
man i got my chips, all in with some dip
40 on my waist, got a 20 on my hip
shawty so fine when she biting on her lip
bitin on her lip, bitin on her lip
spin the block twice, giving seconds to my blick 
shawty so fine when she think bout my dick
call me up askin what outfit to pick

BET [PROD.1HAN]

THE DEVIL YOU KNOW

[SLOWED UP]
"They Don't Be Givin Out Halos To My Type"

Produced By: J Da Unknown
Written By: $ixfootslim, Allen Gun
Cover Art: Chainsawmurda
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TOO LEGIT [SLOWED UP] (FT $IXFOOTSLIM) [PROD. J DA UNKNOWN]

NEVA KNOW (PROD.ITZRICOWEY)

Produced by me from a while back, hope you enjoy
More music always coming...

ZOUR D - DYSPHORIA

Prod: ShortFuze
Mix Engineer: neekoprod
Artist: ShortFuze
Feature: Sona, Cujo's Father, Mavonti, Allen Gun, & El Parco Loco

Tryna Bring Da Rawkus

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OBSESSED WITH DEATH (prod. error.mp3)

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FVDXDMVNE X LEOLOKSTA-Playaz On The Hunt (Prod.Uzimane)

Suck my dick from the back

fetal position i beat em into submission i feed em lead till they missing sick in the head fucking twisted and trippin rippin the bodies to pieces leave em like parapalegic creeping through every season pull up and pop then they bleedin
Masked up hit the blunt Cash butt all i want
fat slugs in the pump let it bust check ya lungs let the fucking gauge erupt left another crater bruh
set the ones to bring the funk rolling up another junt 
they be like damn playa you be that devil Zour 
I be like yeah playa it be that Devil's Hour

3am still posted In the cut bumping on some FM as I roll another blunt
backwoods to the brim I ain't talking snapbacks yeah I take a Lil swim yeah I tame that pussy cat
yeah I make that pussy clap yeah I hit it from the back yeah I hit it from the front ain't no way you Finna front ain't no way you finna tell me that my music doesn't bump and no way you hit my celly tryna lick up on my nutz 
fuck that shit
bring it back bitch
Zour slap kid
flip a rack quick 

VALLEY SET 2023

DEVIL'S HOUR (PROD.CHRIZ INDICA)

Lyrics:

Sometimes 
I sit and wish that I could die
Blurry vision in my eyes 
Contemplating suicide 

Found one reason why I’m livin
Wen I gaze into my sons eyes
I owe this kid the world 
Protect and serve until the dust bites

Think back 
Wen did the bullshit all start 
My mother hates cuz her father brainwashed my whole heart 

Her ex was touchin me shit 
While I was just a young kid 
I promised that I’ll slit his throat 
If I see em again 

There ain’t no chance in hell
I’m goin out without a fight 
The reason for my addiction 
To that coke and meth pipes

I’ll never dream again 
Cuz all of my dreams been broke
Robbed of my innocence 
Damn why is my heart so cold 

If you could see the shit I went through 
Maybe you would understand 
As I strike this cigarette 
And think I’m less than a man 

No father figure 
Just another Nigga to step on my dreams
Tell me what I can and can’t do
 Because he can’t do things 

Gettin the shit kicked up out you 
Cuz you make some mistakes 
Forever shittin on me hard
Because I have my dad’s face 

You must’ve really hate the dude 
Do you hate my son too 
Because he looks and acts and breaths 
Just the way that I do 

We only human
Why the fucc you tryna break me down hard 
I already duck and dodge the bullets 
That land in our yard 

Southside menace
That’s what this world created 
Six deep or in a cage was the bed that I lay in 

Ain’t no hope for me 
With the cards I was dealt 
Since I was young the only place I ever knew was called hell 

Fucc that
I rather die than live life 
Because my grandma always told me afterlife 
comes paradise 

So I think and sit with this chrome 45 
Weight of the World on my shoulders 
Wishin I could just die 

Open up the heavens gate
And lord please let me inside 

Am I forgiven for my sins 
Should I repent and then cry?

Fucc1994 (Prod. Kivnti)

I put flowers in my hair for you today
But I know you didn’t even notice, you were busy, anyway

On the day you finally see me
It will break your fucking heart
how much you had never loved me
Is what tore us both apart

It won’t go away
It won’t go away
You can’t go away
You can’t run away

Somewhere inside me is who I want to be
I’ve begged the pastor for a way to set me free
The thing that you’ve made me is eating me alive
And when I bite back, it wrestles my insides

It won’t let go of my sweet head
Now I can’t tell what’s good and bad
But I won’t let go until I’m dead
I’m looking forward to the end

I wore flowers in my hair for you today
But I promise that I will never ever make the same mistake

The Body

DELENDA

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