brooooo we should collab I love this kinda phonk music

Copy of Daily Drops

lyrics: 

big clip out the ride 
rip out your spine 
bitch i buss back, lift his body then he die 
never really want click clack til ya whole clique whacked 
it’s a fact, put a body in the sky 
what’s that? touchback? well you got that
rucksack fulla mags for the contact
one splat, get clapped, never come back
better back up fore your ass wit a toe tag 
blap! blap! blap! 
in the back of the 'lac 
where i go? where i go? 
wit the mac on my lap, i know, i know 
you was askin for that, times up, times up
leave a mag in your back, psycho, psycho 
i’m G O D 
now a couple hoes wanna be on me 
i got heat on me, wit my D O Gs
i go C O D 
but this a pricey fit so don’t bleed on me 

i spit killer shit like my glocky do 
i might hit ya bitch when i pop at you 
you better get a grip fore my dogs are loose 
they might hit a lick, they might bark at you 
i might sip a bit while she off a bean 
never really got what i’m offering 
hit him in his top if he talkin sweet 
you know talk is cheap, so i charge a fee

2077 (prod. erlax x rose)

He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting

He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting

Gotta strap in the back with Glock an attach
And I run wit yo bitch I be blowing the back
Gotta AR attach I be holding it back
And I'm back from the trap where I rap and I crap
And I smoke on a dab no mid or wack
Gone count my chips and count my racks
From the back I clap bounce back if that
And you don't want the smoke I could promise you that

Ima spaz on the track we gone get that bag
No cap big stack like a big big bad
No clips at the pad we gone click clack back
No bag just racks and bands bands

Bands Bands
50 on your block bro
Holo with the dot
And a pussy what I'm not hoe
Talk all that talk when you can't even walk tho
Might need a mop clean ops out the blocko

Goner a Walmart gay machine gun kelly
How you a shrimp and you still got a belly
Talk like a brit on the televised tele
Claiming you tough but Evan bitch really

Adios my nigga time to say bye
Your boy is dead in a ditch in Dubai
Wait to pull straps cause I like to win fights
Without my holos but after I might

Pull out the gat put a hole in his head
Bitch you a mat with the way that I step
Skin to the bone and ill eat what is left
Spit that shit out cause you bitch in the flesh

He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting
He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting

DEADMAN WALKiN

Day$okee- DEADMAN WALKiN feat pranav.wav (prod. bumboi)

visualizer

SUMMER W/ SADFRIENDD (Prod. FIDI)

I ain’t goth but I dress like this
Chains hanging from my necks and wrists like this
Witchblades like I’m lil peep in this bitch 
I got lots of fame take a pic like this 

Take a flick, yous a munch, ice spice, a little bitch
All these bitches fucking mini me’s
They wanna take a sip

Of this power 
Of this money 
Of this beat
Of this feat

Bitch I’m climbing to the peak 
Ain’t nobody stopping me

Take a flick, yous a munch, ice spice, a little bitch
All these bitches fucking mini me’s
They wanna take a sip

Of this power 
Of this money 
Of this beat
Of this feat

Bitch I’m climbing to the peak 
Ain’t nobody stopping me

Ain’t nobody stopping me
We put a chopppa to his teeth
I turned his brain to obsolete
This Fuck boy wanna be like me
I’m doing shows I’m finna eat
I merked this flow i merked this beat
You a lil peon can’t compete
You better squeeze yo Jesus piece

1 2 3 4
Point the chrome right to ya dome
I ain’t got no time for a lame
Yo bitch just gave me brain
I been n the field with the steel
Serving up them meals
You been in yo feels in the ville
Cappin bout yo skill

Guantanamera I got your bitch on my dick
Goth bitches on my line they telling me to rate their fit
Hit the ditty Freddie dredd, I got more bodies than a bitch
Nick at night let’s make a movie that don’t make no fucking sense

That don’t make no fucking sense
Demons lurking thru yo vents
Hollow pointed at yo chest
Im finna put you down to rest

Clean the blood right off the stick
Give a fuck I’m off the rip
Always pocket watching on a bum you bitches take a flick

[Freddie Krueger]
I know where you're going.. (ha ha ha ha)
(slices)
It's traveling time!

Take a flick, yous a munch, ice spice, a little bitch
All these bitches fucking mini me’s
They wanna take a sip

Of this power 
Of this money 
Of this beat
Of this feat

Bitch I’m climbing to the peak 
Ain’t nobody stopping me

Take a flick, yous a munch, ice spice, a little bitch
All these bitches fucking mini me’s
They wanna take a sip

Of this power 
Of this money 
Of this beat
Of this feat

Bitch I’m climbing to the peak 
Ain’t nobody stopping me

FLICK! w/bumboi

Lyrics:

Pull to scene wassup wassup 
Clock tiki tok, bitch your time almost up
Betty white in the back, cooking lunch then we fuck
Almost broke my neck, wtf bubble butt
Baby be my valentine I wanna touch on your molecular 

Bitch you are my regular
You ain’t gunna stay, call an Uber on your celular
Bring that ass back back back back
Let the bodies hit the floor, clean it up and take it back back back

Back back back grip the mask and a Mac
Forty clap clap clap now you rotten in a bag
Ima stab stab stab if u run up for the cash
Why you mad mad mad Pussyboi go get yo bag

And ima summon all these bitches like some Pokémon
Brodie got the homing in the back and it’s just finna launch
Get the fuck up off my dick I’m finna leave another bomb
Thinking that you're irrelevant I leave you in the past past past

Yuh chillin in the back of her throat so I’m just like flem
Aye wassup baby pulled up she gave me head in the Benz
I been faded than a hoe tryna listen to her vent
I ain’t got no friends cus it went something just like this

Bitch fuck you, click to your head and your dead (yuh)
I got lots of shit to do, and you ain’t on of them (yuh)
Bitch I'm mobbing through the city bitch you know I get the bag
I’ve been running I’ve been running I’ve been running up my stacks

Bitch I’m riding, drifting with ease I know you like it
Said you so Insane, you make a pistol sing in silence
They call me, they call me Jane, cause I be shooting shit up in my veins
Bitch I’m fucking fitted when I

Pull to scene wassup wassup 
Clock tiki tok, bitch your time almost up
Betty white in the back, cooking lunch then we fuck
Almost broke my neck, wtf bubble butt
Baby be my valentine I wanna touch on your molecular 

Bitch you are my regular
You ain’t gunna stay, call an Uber on your celular
Bring that ass back back back back
Let the bodies hit the floor, clean it up and take it back back back

Tiki Tok w/ bumboi

PAIN! - $at.urn x SLEVPY x Grioten (HAPPY HALLOWEEN)

prod.necu
ON ALL PLATFORMS!
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-lyrics-
sick as shit im still gon do this shit
ay yuh
triple 6 sick

in the back i roll a dubbie
smoking gas a double dutchie
shorty bad she finna suck me
shoulda known she wanna fuck me
got a red dot
3 shots
shooting like im tony
n park up in this bitch
n then she get to matt stonie
im a boss
get to working  with the money
rick ross
drop the top
push the pedal
and im going till i stop
got the sauce
on my drip i got ed hardy 
on my socks
smack down
hulk hogan when i toss
all my opps

no 50 cent
dont show no mercy
shooting thunder
call me percy
keep on jacking up the cost
if u got beef
hit my attorney

don't get wordy with
never been a teacher
or a student
still be hitting up this gas up in my class
im getting zooted

im a boss on my shit
shorty dance on my dick
ima hit another lick 
and do the dash in this bitch
i got way too many bands
too many fans in this bitch
i feel like eiminem cause shawty stan in this bitch

Shawty a stan
She call me her man
Flipping the commas Im making the bands
Cop me a whip and I cop me a benz
Then I make it rain like the weatherman

Shawty on me cuz she like what she see
My eyes rolling I know she a fiend
Looking at me like she wanting the D
Looking zooted like she off of the bean

Ice on my wrist still lighting the scene
Shawty a model like bellahadid
I got a gat if you wanna get beamed
He a pussy nigga no ed hardy jeans

Talk on my name you talk on my brothers
We pull up all black now you is a goner
I got a vendetta I grip my beretta
Leave him holes he melting like cheddar 

Fuck is you talking about
Fuck is you repping
You is a fraud and breaking yo testament
Lying and nagging niggas you better than
Cant function without popping the medicine

Sorry not sorry Im counting my benjamins
Owning real estate like Im a resident
Feeling like rick ross chilling in heaven man
Do not have a care cuz

in the back i roll a dubbie
smoking gas a double dutchie
shorty bad she finna suck me
shoulda known she wanna fuck me
got a red dot
3 shots
shooting like im tony
n park up in this bitch
n then she get to matt stonie
im a boss
get to working  with the money
rick ross
drop the top
push the pedal
and im going till i stop
got the sauce
on my drip i got ed hardy 
on my socks
smack down
hulk hogan when i toss
all my opps

666SWISH x CLXUDA - double dutchie (prod.necu)

eryxse x pandemxnium - akame

LYRICS:

she wanna argue 
I don’t like to fight 
Get me some sprite 
Make sure it got ice
Go a for a ride 
Play this at night 
No feelings inside 
I can’t even cry 
Cause I put my pain inna pint

Only put trust in my brothers 
You fuck wid a bitch 
And she fucking another 
She doing her dirt under covers 
Just a like mummy a lot to discover 
Whattt
Bitches be fake
I don’t wanna chill wid em
Coupe with the wide body 
I need my wheels bigger (vroom)
Niggas be like you feel me? 
Hell nah I don’t feel niggas
I’m getting tired of working 
Been my bag no birkin 
Look at his face nervous 
He is not gang I’m certain 
And syrup gone fix all the hurting 
Sipping on mud no bourbon 
I’m ready to close up the curtains 
Cause all of my verses 
Perfect 

she wanna argue 
I don’t like to fight 
Get me some sprite 
Make sure it got ice
Go a for a ride 
Play this at night 
No feelings inside 
I can’t even cry 
Cause I put my pain inna pint

You texting her phone 
She chilling wid me 
Shit
Well you know how it be 
We boutta link
Exploring her kinks
Now I’m sipping on pink
My pain in a pint 
In love with the lean 
Aye All need is a beat 
They don’t know my name 
Saying Eugene 
Shit is funny to me 
Brand new coupe
And that bitch go vroom
They stoping and staring 
When I’m in the room
Most of these niggas can’t do what I do 
Bryson n Dwight I do this for you
I’m just getting started got something to prove 
I like my bitches pretty and rude
Niggas was sleep when I was school 
Now when they hit my phone 
I be just like who?

she wanna argue 
I don’t like to fight 
Get me some sprite 
Make sure it got ice
Go a for a ride 
Play this at night 
No feelings inside 
I can’t even cry 
Cause I put my pain inna pint

PINT OF PXIN [prod. $URGICAL]

DANCE! w/ilyrose

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LIKE DAMN W/ NIKKO X ETHAN ROSS  (PROD. PXLSDEAD)

🖤pyrrhic🖤
@dearpyrrhic
☠️www.instagram.com/dearpyrrhic/
lyrics:
Protect your neck cause I'm looking for a throat to slit
I’ll kill your whole clan kinda like Itachi did
Knock knock, I'm rolling through your block
I murder…
Protect your neck cause I'm looking for a throat to slit
I’ll kill your whole clan kinda like Itachi did
Knock knock, I'm rolling through your block
I murder everything I mop it up and only leave the chalk

Tell me, how much would you pay to let me spare your life?
I know your bitch and she be rolling up and grinding on my nine
I go woah, let it spray and I be feeling so divine
With a mask on my face, I might go and catch a case
If you wanna start shit, yank up on your chain
Now you a target in the mosh pit
Run up with my team, I keep a beam
I’m staying toxic
Another mothafucka down and now his family lost it
Laughing as they dropping, yeah yeah
Out in the shadows with your bitch she off dirt
She a fan of the kid got her taking off her skirt
All white pale skin shawty looking like a ghost
Imma bust all on that bitty keep my powder in  her nose

Protect your neck cause I'm looking for a throat to slit
I’ll kill your whole clan kinda like Itachi did
Knock knock, I'm rolling through your block
I murder everything I mop it up and only leave the chalk

I dont even believe in dreaming, see me just steady scheming
Pretty heathen got you screaming, no, leaning and really fiending
No competing when you’re feeling like a bitch get buck
My speaking get her creaming leaving demons in her guts
Spit into your mouth, do you like the taste of my curses?
Imma keep you on a leash,Imma train you to be my servant
Don’t be nervous little bitch, stop your squirming no this won’t hurt
I’ll keep talking all my shit until you pussies have learned my…
Name, You a lame, I keep it all on display bitch
Bey to the blade, I'm ripping it through your face bitch
Say what it say, I got a thing for the pain bitch
Stuck in my ways, and that shit will never change bitch

Protect your neck cause I'm looking for a throat to slit
I’ll kill your whole clan kinda like Itachi did
Knock knock, I'm rolling through your block
I murder everything I mop it up and only leave the chalk

Spotify

KEEP EM SCREAMING!

LAPTOP FREESTYLE w/ LUVASTER (PROD.PUKECHMBER)

"Soldier of Fortune" is a brutal, cinematic journey through the mind of a mercenary who kills for money. Across 15 high-impact tracks, the album follows his descent from cold precision to complete psychological collapse — from the first contract to the last heartbeat. Heavy trap 808s, bouncy DnB drops, dubstep growls, and cinematic textures drive the story forward, pulling the listener into the chaos of war, betrayal, paranoia, and guilt.

It’s not just about the battles fought with bullets — it’s about the battles he can’t escape inside his own head. Every bass hit feels like a gunshot, every drop like a door kicked in. "Soldier of Fortune" isn’t background music — it’s an unflinching soundtrack to moral decay, where the line between killer and victim vanishes, and the war never ends.



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