LYRICS:
don’t know y these bitches so delirious
look at me like i’m rey mysterio
stuck in the matrix shawty being serious
don’t gotta geass thottie juss hysterial


cashing out ya i just bought a brand new game boy
iridescent pink jus like my favorite playboy
pullin up like i got all the moxie
all these thotties bussin for the molly in my pocket

hit a lick yuh we pullin up w lazor guns
plug that hoe u know i give her all her drugs
air force 1s got them bitches stained in blood
shawty talk to me like she part of woebegone


i wish this could last forever
i guess this doesn’t even matter
feeling like i’m becoming robin daggers
really wanna stay in tha windwaker

honestly, shits just getting started
wanna live tha fast life stayin up till mornin
needa bitch who goes to all tha parties
trappin out the fancy hotel i record in


smokin on space jam
sound like darth vader
stackin rupees i’m so fucking faded
bands up now don’t need an emulator
got sm bread n finally upgraded

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mixed/mastered: exiled + boof

artwork: acrylicang3l

2muchmoxie !!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ* - ･ﾟ✧

All you do is talk, talk, talk 
I have heard enough 
I don’t know, know, know 
Who I could trust
If you want, want, want 
Want me to go
I’m here after hours I just wanna go home

Close the curtains, now I’m goin’ ghost
Just say word and let me know
You can’t hit me up, but you know how that goes
Don’t you dap me up we are not bros

Just a lame, I know you’d fold
Got my thick black coat no I’m not cold
Passion in my words like my little bro Emilio
Lost in a trance where do I go
Where do I go

I don’t like the city, in the trees is where I’ll stay
I’m a lumber boy, choppin words, & numbing pain

I don’t like this scene
Catch me with team posted up by them trees
See the sunrise while we gleam  

Pick the bros up got their back, that’s 33
I’ve been getting older losing friends and family
In the back unknown, I remain a mystery
Had to say I told you, this something you won’t believe

I’ve been grinding to get what I got
I’m a humble body, no not a superstar
Her brown eyes saw if from a far
So much to say, I can’t hold a thought 

All you do is talk, talk, talk 
I have heard enough 
I don’t know, know, know 
Who I could trust
If you want, want, want 
Want me to go
I’m here after hours I just wanna go home
All you do is talk, talk, talk 
I have heard enough 
I don’t know, know, know 
Who I could trust
If you want, want, want 
Want me to go
I’m here after hours I just wanna go home

(Kaz)

All you do is talk, talk, talk 
I have heard enough 
I don’t know, know, know 
Who I could trust
If you want, want, want 
Want me to go
I’m here after hours I just wanna go home
All you do is talk, talk, talk 
I have heard enough 
I don’t know, know, know 
Who I could trust
If you want, want, want 
Want me to go
I’m here after hours I just wanna go home

(Ryan)

All you do is talk, talk, talk 
I have heard enough 
I don’t know, know, know 
Who I could trust
If you want, want, want 
Want me to go
I’m here after hours I just wanna go home
All you do is talk, talk, talk 
I have heard enough 
I don’t know, know, know 
Who I could trust
If you want, want, want 
Want me to go
I’m here after hours I just wanna go home

Spotify

Talk! (Feat. Ripkaz & Ryan Hartnell) [Prod. Yungrich]

Beauty ft. misalive (prod. odece x srd)

@gaugemountedthisone
@elyexo

prod. Gauge

lil gauge + lil xo ~ Make Things Right (prod. Gauge)

FUCK SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK. FUCK 

lyrics:

dirty in my cup, think im dyin now
bitches wanna fuck, got a shawty now
i got 30 bands in my pocket now
i feel like a boss, i own this shit now

and they talkin way too much
no i dont give no fucks
cus half yall bitches broke tho
i see 6 digits when i open the account
my shawty a ten out of ten, u wish u had her now

fast car, might get a speed ticket
i dont wanna talk with any of you bitches
i dont wanna talk if we aint talkin digits
u mad cus im chillin at home, makin music

u so mad, im laughin like hahaha
and these bitches talkin blahblahblah
i got money i aint worried no no
i got money i aint worried no no

doin too much
im off of the drugs
im doin too much
off of the drugs

dirty in my cup, think im dyin now
bitches wanna fuck, got a shawty now
i got 30 bands in my pocket now
i feel like a boss, i own this shit now

and they talkin way too much
no i dont give no fucks
cus half yall bitches broke tho
i see 6 digits when i open the account
my shawty a ten out of ten, u wish u had her now

##boss (prod. northeastlights & odece)

LYRICS:
all these stones in my face got me lookin like a rollie
i just really wanna take a shawty out to shonys 
back when i was 16 all these bitches called me annoying 
up like krombopolus inna space coupe that’s stolen 

i think i’ll take another benzo 
blasting off to 34 world inna big coat 
trappin out tha wbg bando 
it’s 8oichi w da dro n tha cash flow 

all the feds watchin got my own copparazzi now 
why the opps always wanna stop try me nuh uh
big bands i got lots of diamonds on me 
strapped up on my dick right next to burpin buddy huh 

all i do is win 
stunt onna nother gym ya  
pokémon perl i stack anther badge yuh uh
i stole yr girl call her really bad huh 
designer bags to store all my checks haha

lookin dope now these bitches wanna talk to me 
got my stomach feelin like it’s 9000 degrees ya
all this liquor slushin up inside me 
got feeling like i’m becoming Poseidon

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mixed/mastered: boof + shikixo 

artwork: spit promise

#COPARAZZI XD

「33k」「33k」「33k」


I got options, fakes needa stop it
You got problems
I won’t solve them
Talkin’ nonsense bore myself into a pit
I’m obnoxious I’ll cause this destruction 

You need options, paint me like a prophet
Drinking toxic
And I can’t stop it
I got AR’s & PR's who wanna cop this
I’m surround in bliss, no wonder you watch it

Feelin like my bro
Sippin on this white wine
Time to link, yeah 
Damn it's about damn time

Moving slow, chopped and screwed 
All these noises must be reverb too
Street lights turning blue
When I thought of you

Imma, 
Hidden gem like I’m Julian 
Never cool, fuck school 
Post up with the loser crew
Who is this? belt made outa shoe
Yeah, his feet got holes too 
Must be grip tape residue 

Alt-tab my life
I’m in the background
That’s 1 of 1, you can check the headcount

Never saw me coming, 
I don’t make a sound
Yeah I heard you coming,
You always run your mouth

You need to drop it,
Hidden like a myth
All these lights
Trapped in a daze
Told you I wouldnt feel pain
Always feel the same
Doin’ damage straight to my brain

I got options, fakes needa stop it
You got problems
I won’t solve them
Talkin’ nonsense bore myself into a pit
I’m obnoxious I’ll cause this destruction 

You need options, paint me like a prophet
Drinking toxic
And I can’t stop it
I got AR’s & PR's who wanna cop this
I’m surround in bliss, no wonder you watch it

Problems [prod. Endoh]

Elavity