new age pt. 2

Random IV

PROD ME

LYRICS:

SKOT BUSY HAD TO, FIGURE IT OUT I
KEEP WISHING SOMEONE TRY WHAT I'M ABOUT
EVERYBODY SUCK DICK FOR THE CLOUT
GOT MY MONEY AND MY BITCH,
WHAT THE FUCK I WANT NOW

I WANT SHELLS WANT 'EM LITTERING THE BED
WANNA WAKE UP WITH A BODY IN MY LIVING ROOM AGAIN I REMIND YOU,
PUT IT ON MY SOUL WE NOT FRIENDS
WHEN I FIND YOU

AS IF I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IT ANYWAY
EVEN WHEN YOU DEAD, THEY COLLECT
I WAS NEVER DEPRESSED,
IT'S MY FAULT
I WAS NEVER IMPRESSED,
YOU GOT CAUGHT, MOTHERFUCKER

BEAT SOMEBODY HEAD IN LIKE YOU BORN FOR THE SHIT
SHOT HIM WHERE HE PISS AT HE WAS EATING WITH HIS BITCH
SHOUTS OUT WHERE I BEEN AT IF I TOUCH IT THEN IT'S IT
STILL AIN'T GET THE MEMO IMA KICK HIM IN HIS SHIT

WOAH,
YOU DON'T KNOW 'BOUT WHAT YOU ASKING,
WATCH IT
WOAH,
AIN'T NOBODY WORRIED 'BOUT YOU BITCH BOY STOP IT
WOAH,
SOMEBODY NEED TO GET FUCKED UP BITCH DUCK WITH IT
WOAH,
AIN'T NOBODY WORRIED 'BOUT YOU BITCH BOY STOP IT

DON'T ASK ME TO FUCKING RESPECT WHAT THIS ABOUT
IF I WANTED TO I TURN THAT SHIT AROUND AND KILL MYSELF
I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THE BULLSHIT
MADE A COUPLE BEATS AND THEN YOU LOOK FOR SOMETHING OUT OF ME I'M 'BOUTTA BE THE WORST MOTHERFUCKER IN THE SCENE
STUDY EVERYTHING ABOUT THE SHIT YOU WANNA SEE
JUST SO I CAN PISS ON ANY PLANS THAT I HAD
IF THEY EVER CROSS PATHS, FUCK YOU, TOO BAD

MIKE TYSON

PROD. ME

LYRICS:

I, ONLY MAKE SOMETHING DIE QUICKER
COULDN'T FUCK WITH ME 'CAUSE MY BLOOD THICKER
FUCK, EVERYBODY I'M FUCKING BITTER
I'M NOT FINISHED BITCH I'M A FUCKING SINNER

GO TELL THEM FUCKING PEOPLE GIVE IT UP
YOU COULDN'T KILL ME IF YOU HIT ME WITH A FUCKING TRUCK
TWO HUNDRED FIFTY FIVE AND I FORGOT TO FUCKING JUMP
SAID I DON'T GIVE A FUCK I PROMISE YOU I'M GETTING UP

I MAKE MY FUCKING PROFIT OFF OF TELLING YOU YOU SUCK BITCH
I JUST KEEP WINNING OFF THE ALCOHOL AND LUCK BITCH
ALL YOU FUCKING EVER WANNA HEAR ME TALK 'BOUT DUMB SHIT
TRUST ME 'BOUT THIS SHIT SAID IF I CATCH YOU FUCKING RUN BITCH
X2

FUCK, WHAT YOU HEARD 'BOUT ME
BET I COULD CATCH A BULLET WITH MY FUCKING FRONT TEETH
AND Y'ALL DON'T KNOW SHIT, TELL 'EM LIVING NOT FREE
AND NOBODY I GOT, GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ME

BACK TO PUTTING PEOPLE IN THE FUCKING GROUND
PUSH HIS FUCKING HEAD UNTIL HE FUCKING DROWN
CAN'T FUCK WITH ME GO FUCK 'ROUND WITH SOMEBODY ELSE
SAID I DON'T GIVE A FUCK AND FUCKING GO TO HELL

I MAKE MY FUCKING PROFIT OFF OF TELLING YOU YOU SUCK BITCH
I JUST KEEP WINNING OFF THE ALCOHOL AND LUCK BITCH
ALL YOU FUCKING EVER WANNA HEAR ME TALK 'BOUT DUMB SHIT
TRUST ME 'BOUT THIS SHIT SAID IF I CATCH YOU FUCKING RUN BITCH
X2

MUSIC VIDEO

I CAN CATCH A BULLET WITH MY FRONT TEETH

TOO BAD [PROD. NOVAFLED]

LYRICS:

I JUST WALKED INSIDE THE PARTY FEEL LIKE YARRI GOT MY GUN ON ME
HALF OF Y'ALL GON' DIE THE OTHER HALF OF Y'ALL STILL FUCK WITH ME
TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW ALREADY
BITCH QUIT DUCKING ME
I WAS BTD SO I DON'T GIVE A FUCK 'BOUT NOTHING

BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
STEPPIN' IN THIS BITCH ALONE LIKE WHAT'S THE DEAL
BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
I JUST CAME BECAUSE I'M LOOKING FOR A BILL

I'M PUTTIN' HOLES INSIDE Y'ALL CRV THEN WHIPPIN' THAT BITCH BACK INSIDE THE SHOP AND GET IT FIXED FOR ME
NEXT TIME Y'ALL PUT Y'ALL FUCKING EYES ON ME
THEM WINDOWS TINTED BULLETPROOF THE BODY FAGGOT FUCK WITH ME
I DON'T KNOW NOBODY NAME
BITCH PICK A LANE
AND KEEP Y'ALL FUCKING FOOT OFF MINE NOBODY GOTTA DIE TODAY
TWO HUNDRED FIFTY FOR A CONVERSATION
Y'ALL DUMB AS FUCK Y'ALL KNOW Y'ALL CAN'T REPLACE ME
I BURNT THAT BITCH UP IT'S A CELEBRATION
MAKE SURE HIS MAMA CAN'T GO SEE HIS FACE
PUT YOU TO SLEEP IT'S NO MORE NOTHING BITCH

BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
STEPPIN' IN THIS BITCH ALONE LIKE WHAT'S THE DEAL
BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
I JUST CAME BECAUSE I'M LOOKING FOR A BILL
X2

(I DON'T HAVE CXRPSE'S LYRICS FIGURE IT OUT)

NICOTINE W/ CXRPSE [PROD. FONY WALLACE & OLLIEYEAHH]

Lyrics:

Get the f*ck out my face 
Before I tweak out and air out the place 
No protection like f*ck bout a case
Tried to slide but n*gga u late 
On the grind aint taking no break 
Get behind then finish on her face 
We going bananas yeah my n*ggas ape 
Kill em throw his body in a lake 
In the streets this sh*t get tougher then some steak 
Hell nah im not gon take her on no date 
But she want eat Alfredo on a plate 
Really I do not wanna be her mate 
Just like a baker fondling the cake 
Im not from Canada but if you slide on me then on my momma ill up it with the Drake b*tch
I took a flight to LA b*tch 
Im in the stu making crank b*tch 
All of these hoes really aint sh*t 
Fly with the bag like Saint Nick 
These n*ggas tryna to put me up in a box but I cant be encased b*tch 
Ironic I came from the basement 
I shoot the tecc where yo face went 
Been surpased the opposition 
When Im talking shut up listen 
N*ggas downbad in position 
Money come in repetition 
Word around the street that thats yo b*tch so why the f*ck we clicking?
Trigger finger, finger itching 
Run the play my n*ggas blitzin
B*tch make yo decision x8
The red or the blue pill?
I walk out the bank with like two kills 
Really I keep this sh*t to real 
He a goofy I send him to Whoville 
Riddle that n*gga with bullets Im suprised as f*ck that that n*gga can move still
I like the nature and shi but i dont wan the green girl I want me the blue bills 
In the stu I make that magic happen 
Twin teccs b*tch these gadgets clappin  
Me and gang we made it happen 
Heard yo song boy quit with rappin
Slime as hell I need a napkin 
On yo block I keep adapting 
F*ck yo plate I dont want rations
Yes Im Skyte b*tch quit the acting

Slayr

B*tch u gotta decide right now, 
B*tch im not tryna vibe right now
If we f*cking then im finna slide right now
Standing on business i will never hide right now
I'm always winning look into my eyes right now
High as a b*tch i look into the sky right now
Im high right now okay im high right now
Thick ass b*tch yea thats my type, stepping on sh*t oh yea that's right
Too many groupies with slayr and skyte, I'm hot as a b*tch i'm like fahren to heit
Oh you think im tryna go wit ya, I'm a professional flow switcher
These n*ggas know imma go getter, these n*ggas snitching like stuart little
Slayr pop out and he bad to the bone, can't slide if there’s not ass being thrown
In her backside feel like i'm touching her bones, I'm a bad guy but i know when to go home
I'm on bad time b*tch im on BT, N*gga talk shit but he wont see me
Im a tax god i do not give freebies
I cannot wait to send him up
That b*tch kneehigh look how she suck me up
Like a beehive my choppa stung em up
Gotta realize when you not hungry enough
So just be quiet imma be back real soon
I can tell you n*ggas not in tune
Im not a doctor but u finna meet your doom
that n*gga’s p*ssy wtf is he gon do aye
Bitch make yo- wait hol on, Bitch make your decision yuh
Bitch make your decision aye, Bitch make your decision i'm like
Bitch make your decision wait, Bitch make your decision i'm like

BMYD FT.SLAYR [YUKISX x WYDMICHI]

"label: give me ur routing" (bishwoke)

bae its not what u think ft glorybetagod prod c memo

DARKTECHNIQUE X THIRTY REAPER THRILLER! PROD.DRUGSLUTT

/LYRICS/

[HOOK]
WAKE UP BITCH IT’S TIME TO SLIDE !
I CALL UP LIL TY HE POSTED UP AT ANYTIME 
UH 
THIS BITCH KEEPING BLOWING UP MY HIGH
KICK HER OUT THE SPOT TELL HER FRIEND TO FUCKING SLIDE 

[VERSE 1]
UH 
YUH
AND WE POSTED UP WITH A DRAKE 
GOT A WHITE BITCH HIGH ON DRUGS 
COCAINE ALL OVER HER FACE
YUH
FUCK
TOLD MY MAIN BITCH GIVE ME SOME SPACE
HOW THE HELL NIGGAS WAS POOR ?
WHEN THEY GOT A CRIB BY THE LAKE 

[VERSE 2]
YUH 
UH 
AND WE KEEP IT UP 
ITS A MOVEMENT 
DON’T BE MAD AT ME BECAUSE YO MAIN HOE  CHOOSING
FUCK
I GOT THE CHOPPA ITS STUPID
BRRRRRRRAAAAA
SIT YO ASS DOWN 
LIKE A STUDENT

TIME TO SLIDE !  [PROD @DIEPERRY]

5 Days (with Denzel Curry & Meechy Darko)

this page my notepad so take notes therapist
                                                                            ~liar
4 PIECE COMBO  & PERRY'S UP TO SOMETHING OUT NOW !!

TIME TO SLIDE ! [PROD @DIEPERRY]

☆D!E PERRY