Crazy

BOUT IT THO (prod. alm1ghtyx) DEMO

Prod. by excl
Featuring WOCUIN
Cover by @twopixx

Yeah...yo
Huh?
Hell yeah
OH?
Huh
(Oh-no)
Huh

They wanna go on and on...
And it just wanna go on and - nuh huh
I don't wanna, not anywhere
I don't care, I'm not staying there

You ain't got no need
You ain't got it (x2)

She call my phone, she just trying to stay violent
She won't leave me alone, just give me dome 'bout it
Glock 10, love my Glock 10
She a bad bitch, she not average
You in love with a thot, she in TRAFIS
Running up the money, yeah we back in
If I told you that I love you, I might be cappin'

Running thru the flux,
Like a lil Baudelaire

Nah, not with a Jeanne,
Like the way there's never fun here

And yeah, I know, that's so used up
But I'm done
But it's-

All, paid for
Tina Fey got me in a rut
In the cut, Eris in the club
Eve her up, she got apple haute

But I don't want it, I already know what's there
Rather go zone like anywhere
Leave my phone in my room

Yeah, spending my money still got no telle
All of us sticking together, bring bank you know that I am better, they need an umbrella, I ain't stepping on time for them letters, I'm getting the weather, diamonds sick they under the weather, yeah they under the weather
She want to get this dough, big wap wigimo? Call me brand new flow. I saw where you go? Like where you go? Been in love with a hoe. I used to sleep on the floor. On the floor

Why you crying, balling up all in my room
Yeah, American girls that I've lied to
Can I say "Hey ya, it's kinda insane,"
Yeah whoa
Yeah whoa

Still want
Still a scrub
Tina Fey got me in a rut
In the cut, Eris in the club
Eve her up, she got apple haute
Season's up, oh yeah, pull it up

And I don't want it
I don't want it there
It's gone on and on...
And they just wanna go on and - nuh huh
I don't wanna go, not anywhere
Tryna know where I stay, not anywhere

2X1X (ft. WOCUIN)

3R x (prod. iledless)💙
Yuh
Right now
Take it, you gonna lean?
Change yo bass
Bleed out, cut me deep, don't give a fuh
Ya goons will pull it back, touch cheetah print
She say lay it when I'm down
Let it run 'em down
You know what it takes, never play it down
When your head is up in fire, tryna spread some love
808s by now, 808 will bus 'em down, tryna spin it around
(Che-yuh)
Asking what this sound?
I have no Escko rounds
Girl will shut it down
(Eh-yuh)
(Yuh)
Now I'm in suit, run right by my town
(Uh-yeah)
(Yeah)
All right there
Oh, in my zone
Pretty young thang done got PINK MINK
Can't give into this blunt, no time to spank
I know when I'm done, yuh, stuff it up with some paint
(Huh yuh)
Too much pain
Yeah, I know she gon' do it
She got too much cocaine
Got homies from the south, homies from the east
Can't carry cash on my feet, ya freeway bling
(Yea)
I got out there, but moving on some Belvita
Yeah, I know I got slipping on the tee
Nina got a call and blew me up
You been turning out, thinking you might give a fuck
Yeah, I know
The dawg in me a mutt
Steady mane
I shoot up in the air
Gotta tell it easy
A little further
Gotta shoot like NBA
Show up in the lane, lane, yuh, didn't feel the same, yuh
24
Yeah, I'm giving it out fast, better save it for last, yuh
You ain't gonna last
You ain't gonna last

PINK MINK (prod. iledless)

YUR (ft. WOCUIN)

Prod. 2UKKO

Lyrics:
Give It Up My Friend, It’s Bumping

Gave your all up for nothing,
I can't pretend that I ain't been waiting.
Keep tryna fry me, ya know what I'm saying?
Know a little Jean been going the wrong way,
Everybody knows but won't say it,
Can't say it,
Can't say sa—ay, yuh.

Little buddy, it’s up to you.
Didn't want you to find meee—
Got me washed out to sea.
Anyone got eyes, please?

Giddy up,
Get more scraps, build it up.
I'll meet you up over there.
I don't know how to stay away;
It's grinding down to my core.

Yeah, I'm putting up,
Getting cold, too icy, be needing my sled, yuh.
Didn't come out here just to sit and STANDBY!

Wanna speed off,
And things will heat up.
Then it gets cold,
And now I'm back in STANDBY!

Always running out of TiiIiIiIIme,
But we can't help but STANDBY!

Yeah, like a blunt, slow burning inside—
I can't help but STANDBY!

Had a red line drift, burning ouuut,
But still stuck in STANDBY!

Black BB, hold her pants, leave 'em all staring there,
Froze up in STANDBY.

Cannot give out and STANDBY!
But I can't help but STANDBY!

I can't help but STANDBY!

Been getting cold when I sleep.

STANDBY

Prod. kenzee

HEY NINA!
Won't you make good by me?
HEY NINA!
Don't you rock a coat by them?
HEY NINA!
I wouldn't put it all past you,
Carrying the Marni fits on you.

Blunt rolling, got the Vetements kit.
Hey, yuh!
Journeyman shot his triple hat trick.
Hey, yuh!
Start scoring, got that Letterman grip.
Hey, yuh!
In the end, still betting on myself.
Hey, yuh!

Really own that experience,
Hell yuh!
Like FN Scar, this ain't no drill,
50 drum, this shit ain't real.
Super size everything, can't chill.
Flooded up, sea sick,
Hell yuh!

Love chasing some expensive game,
Hey, yuh!
Leather shoes got extended range,
Hell yuh!
Not a scout, but I'm reading in.
Hey, yuh!
Double Ricks filling my head, huh?
Hey, yuh!

Let me run to Tbilisi,
Hey, yuh!
I go so hard,
I need a back net brim.
Expression—
Get to it, I can't hate, feel the pain.
Ay, yuh!

Like a centerfold,
I'm two-faced with her.
What is real?
Let's pull the curtains off her,
Anything that'll make me say:

HEY NINA!
Won't you make good by me?
HEY NINA!
Don't you rock a coat by them?
HEY NINA!
I wouldn't put it all past you,
Carrying the Marni fits on you.

HEY NINA!
Could you pull off Kawakubo?
HEY NINA!
Made me not act so hard.
HEY NINA!
Things getting hot, no doors.
HEY NINA!
Did you get a call from him?
Dropping to the floor on a whim,
Just to peep the snowed-out rims,

Yuh, spinning up—
Like a Dauphin, I lift them.
I admit, the first move was closing in the distance.

HEY NINA!

(I know it's hard, but it'll be good)
Who knows if that'll keep it away

(I know it's hard, but it's it'll be good)
Nevermind, scratch that, forget what I say

(It came before you, been raging for you)
I don't know if I could see things ever the same

(For you, in the void been waiting for you, for me)
I don't know if that just gave it away

(Can't react for them, ya, it's just a game)
It didn't take me out, only said 'touché'
Going back, I don't know why I took that way
Nevermind, I think I got something to say

In the hills, way too deep in my memories
Too far gone but I know it'll come to me
Black hair
Matte black blood

Pouring out, lick it up, gotta put it back now-

Dropped in, crashed out, got K'd to the face
It don't matter, it don't matter what the fuck they be saying
Yeah, I always see them splatter
Still don't got nothing laid
Flunked in, act hard, came out for a face
Wanna move out, push it back to the plate
Nothing, in the end, came up in this play
You don't wanna be me, just a nut in the case  
Everybody speeding, trying to crash out the lane
Yeah
Said forget what I say
Nothing really matters, give a fuck what I say
They don't wanna pay but wanna play for the gains
Really wanna roll me to the end of this string

(Intermission)
Yeah, yeah
Strung out, yuh, strung out, yuh

Locked in, rocked out, jumping straight to a fade
If nothing really matters, get the fuck out my way
I don't wanna stick to chatter, wanna blow up the place
Bust in, chopped up, came out straight from a plane
Need to check out, crawling out of the waste
Nothing in the end, hanging up from these chains
Always tryna dab me when you lash out in craze
Everybody play it like it's Cirque du Soleil
Yeah
They got this rat in a cage
Nothing really matters, smashing pumpkins and wings
Demons tryna slay me, thinks I'm stuck in a
their games
Really wanna roll me to the end of this string

STRUNG OUT!

(prod. nine)
[Verse 1]
I can't run it for you
Turn the TV on if you want some
One and in, off the corner, I just done it on you
Turn the TV on, need to know something

Pop it up like it's booted
I got every campaign 'cause I drive a lot
Be gettin’ bully, splash it out with another shot
Yeah, buzzin’, I pump it, had to count some more
Systems glitchin’ like Corp, had to bag a lot

[Chorus]
Had to turn my people down a lot
Love to stack it, know how to keep it fun
Like a driver in a 4x4 system
Know somethin’ pourin’ outta its socks
Yeah

[Verse 2]
Nepotence rippin’ out my lymph nodes
Can you hear me, Kong?
Can you hear me?

They say, "Why you blowin' off on the pyramids?"
I say all my moves still can’t feel me
Niggas still appearin’, gotta keep a slacked plane
Yeah, I swear I’m too sick, I need a shag band
Yeah, I know, in the game, there ain't sentiments
Slicky bitch, I don’t wanna be dull

[Chorus]
Had to turn my people down a lot
Love to stack it, know how to keep it fun
Like a driver in a 4x4 system
Know somethin’ pourin’ outta its socks
Yeah

[Outro]
You don’t want some
It get quiet up in here when you got none



AIR FORCE

(prod. nine)
[Intro]
Yea, pulled up, sowed up
I can't give no minute
I can't give no minute
I can't no- no minutes

Ye, puttin’ man
Ye, I'm puttin’-
Nevermind all them lies they put on you (what?)
Everybody gettin’ passed,
(shift in mode)
 2-on-2
(yea)
Yea, I know I—I get it shagged
Right over you
 
It’s pourin’, Aquaman
Yea, the ball is in my court, I’m hangin’ off the rim (yea!)

Got it driftin’ in my style
T-T-T-T-Tokyo, NOS, Q60 rise
Yea, I’m burnin’ tires at you
Turn on auto-nom-mous and we touchin’ the sky

You know I, you know I don’t like
You know I, you know I don’t like
You know I, you know I don’t like

Spinnin’ so good on a ride
On the rope for engagement (yuh!)

[Pre-Chorus]
I get livid, I get pissed off (yuh!)
I know you got it, lil bruh
You already told me that I’m livin’ for somethin’
Had to cut it up, kept on runnin’ away too much
Runnin’ so hard
 
[Chorus]
Me? Imma turn up this shit, I’m a dog and—
Me? Won’t tell you where it is, I’m the don and—
Me? Can’t share all of it
Too much weight on these wrists
Run it all like Impreza (yea!)

It takes a real hunter throwin’ to press up (hehye ye!)
It takes a real hunter throwin’ to press up (hehye ye!)

Tryna shoot it at the stars
But I’m nukin’ ‘em at Mars
Shoot it at the star
But I’m nukin’ ‘em like— (yeh!)

NUKE DA MOON

STRUNG OUT! - sped up

[Intro]
Hold up, get it switched
Yuh
Gotta little bit
Yuh
Pulled a little bit
Yuh
Shoulder hit it big
Yuh

Butterfly hair got me starin' up, double take
Yuh
I don't really wanna punt it, I just wanna take
Yuh 
yuh yuh
Goin' up
Yuh yuh
Air loopin' up
Drifted, fitted up
Yuh
Fairlife
Yuh
Pour it up brown
Yuh
Yeah, I don't online, got no stage-yuh

[Pre-Chorus]
Hold a little bit
Brag it up a little bit
I don't really—
Yeah, lookin’ at the moon, like Sasuke!

[Chorus]
I don't wanna slip a zip :(
Go ahead, play—yuh
I don't wanna take it back
Go ahead and say—yuh

[Verse 2]
Yeah, twisted up the brain, goin' feral
Yeah, sizzle up the ring, goin' feral
I know it didn't hit—goin' zero
Yeah, find it at the base, on camera

Play that bass, yea forty-plus strainers
Got me driftin', Tony up, tri-slippers

Ah, get it mane
Get out the road—this ain't Paris Lane

[....]

Gotta bump up, roarin' up
Eight burners hit the nose, sneeze it out like—yuh
Zippin' on the main, get it out the zoo
Tappin’ on the belt, bang it out—I don't—

Throwin’ LCDs, yeah, we get it rip-wrapped, mane

[....]

T-t-tell 'em level up
None exist—
Tear it up
Hol’ up—bang it out
Dial turnin' up

[Verse 3]
Wanna s-s-plash it, wet it up—Yamaha jetski
A-a-appetite been burnin’ me, gotta throw it up—yuh
I don’t wanna hit you up, you wanna don’t pay to me
Can I borrow some hits? I just flipped it 90

Yeah, PA—yuh yuh—'bouta barricade them
Yeah, I don’t want tits to blow like volcano
Get it legged, get picked
You can go to hell
Yuh, let 'em learn just how to get up

Yuh yuh

Burnin' up too deep, gotta hit 'em big—yeah yeah
I’ma go ride hills lookin’ too swagged—yuh yuh
Gonna bend the story, and I want it—yuh yuh
La-lash out, lash out—this ain’t Hollywood

Yuh

Hold a little bit
Brag it up a little bit
I don't really—
Yeah, lookin’ up, like Sasuke!

I don’t slip a zip :(
Go ahead, play—yuh
I don’t wanna take it back
Go ahead and say—yuh

TBA (prod. Txnnen)

@pouritupsoda

[Intro]
butt heads
Check ya aim
Put it down
Huh—Eaaugh~

[Verse 1]
Layed up 8 minutes, split
Huh—Eaaugh~
Yeah

Hit auto
Can't keep blowin' up
It’s spillin’ out
You know I keep it tee’d up

On the stairwell
It got a steerin’ wheel
Still gotta figure it out

Zoom on it and keep it low
It was bleedin’ out
It was bleedin’ out
Can’t jug, that’s what times do

[Hook]
You know I keep it on my sights
Got the grime covering
Can you set the time?
Annihilate
Damn near flooded
Then add thyme, baby
Yeah

Serve that fit, gotta sit in swag
Where ya hands??
Uh yeah

[Bridge]
Throw it up (huh)
Weave it out
Keep them seeds, on sanity

Ship sink, hurricane going out
Demolitions weighin’ in—what you do, when’s it out, yeah

[Verse 2]
Mike Judge started pullin’ that pump
Yeh huuuh
Yeah, dropped out the juice
Huh—to the floooor

Yeah I got my sthick, I be gettin’ audits
Y’know I got my style, yeah I’m new like this
I get it all covered
Paint a dub, it’s all jubilee-covered

Dreads in my teeth, braid ‘em
But I ain’t waitin’ on the zone-tism—get—
They know I’m longing now
I’m pumpin’, rain it down
Got the waves with the ride on, on the six foot

[Hook – Repeat]
Got the grime covering
Can you set the time?
Annihilate
Damn near flooded
Then add thyme, baby
Y-yeah

Serve that fit, gotta sit in swag
Where ya hands??
(Get it bannered for low)

[Verse 3]
She so media, ripping off on the loud sounds
I don’t know where you paved it,
Where you found ground

On the head, I be hittin’ on them
Po at ‘em, furlough the whole gang
What to say?

Check the same way
Get it spoiled up
Over now I got the same thing
Hitter now

[Outro]
(Hold up)
I got lockjaw, hit ‘em with a fielder
Just to wake up my whole system with no healer

Yeah venom, split like Fenton
You can’t see my fangs

Yeah I know I keep the city out my brand
Eatin’ cereal, can’t shake my hand

You just want ‘em in their bag
Got a L for you, get BLAST
Like Steve-O, can’t keep on brand

MOJANG (prod. Soda)

fully auto
I know you can't get no buff
indigo
I don't go, you don't get no fluff

damn
saw how you do it, getting in
terra knows
take me out the swamp
get my system launched

Ye, I'll go,
Im missing out, send me some
Kiss it in the snow,
something grows
It won't get fed

swear to god
if I mess it up, jus bomb my head
Hit the gas
fuck the lights
shit cannot be red

Posted and tame
Sike, insane
hold up, test it, redress
Drought done got my lawn

yea
spotted on the mat
the monsta reborn

cut me up, I know you got the system buffed

Yea I know, you gon parish all up in that sun
yea I switched it up(tuuuhhh)
gotta look it, we cut
can't imagine myself
swish 
swish
swish up

maybe that's the story, I don't know
Do you
If a nigga wanna play it 
hell nah I can't lose

swear to god
if I mess it up,  jus bomb my head

WOW DEMO (prod. ezzie)

WOW - Sped up

WOW - Slowed

NO. 9 - Slowed

NO. 9 - Sped up

MODE

TBA - Slowed

TBA - Sped up

(prod. nine)
[Verse 1]
I can't run it for you
Turn the TV on if you want some
One on one, off the corner, I just done it on you
Turn the TV on, need to know something

Pop it up like it's booted
I got every campaign 'cause I drive a lot
Be gettin’ bully, splash it out with another shot
Yeah, buzzin’, I pump it, had to count some more
Systems glitchin’ like Corp, had to bag a lot

[Chorus]
Had to turn my people down a lot
Love to stack it, know I keep it fun
Like a driver in a 4x4 system
Know somethin’ pourin’ outta its socks

[Verse 2]
Yea, nepotence rippin’ out my lymph nodes
Can you hear me, Kong?
Can you hear me?

They say, "Why you blowin' off on them pyramids?"
I say all my moves, still can’t feel me
Niggas still appearin’, gotta keep a slacked plane
Yeah, I swear I’m too sick, I need a shag band
Yeah, I know, in the game, there ain't sentiments
Slicky bitch, I don’t wanna be dull

[Chorus]
Had to turn my people down a lot
Love to stack it, know I keep it fun
Like a driver in a 4x4 system
Know somethin’ pourin’ outta its socks
Yeah

[Outro]
You don’t want some
It get quiet up in here the way you got none

AIR FORCE (Militant Mayhem Version)

don't you know
got it stunning
no one got a twizzle
act a fool on ya

in the end zone
hella things i can arrange
knees they bent low
mama know i get it cranked

ya, you noticed?
bigger flames than lit butane

ya, you know it?
numb the pack with novacaine

ain't no kipper
got it all on paper
man you washed the paper
more up from the label

make sure you don't move it
ya i know you spill the sauce

i don't move it
i know i gotta pull it off


I don't move it
i gotta make em top it off

doupleganger going, and i know I get it showing off

ya i know a movie, it came from tulsa
no it shine like a bezel i can't resist

the more i get paper i get it pressed for me
it spilled on the floor

why you made up with  shty, i know it get bad

i don't gotta amend
there's something in demand

ya, i come out the hole
and brought whole floor down
and it hot in the dessert i'm getting closer

Pretty star got rock
stacy speak straight Vietnamese
wrap it up
for sure i got it where it need to be
there no huddle
i know you got it all falling down
i know it ya
gonna be the fisher man

break it down, Parkinson
bring some more change
you know i'm running cover
romanized my digits
gotta call it off

never fill my mind up
cant restore
i'll save myself

i got a breaker
never charge it to myself

i pump the breaker
never wanna put it off
(yea different stokes' how you make)

and I know it
never send it to myself

yea you bought
turned into a profit

never get it mixed up on it
know i got booly on it like yuh

BOOLY - Nightcore

don't you know
got it stunning
no one got a twizzle
act a fool on ya

in the end zone
hella things i can arrange
knees they bent low
mama know i get it cranked

ya, you noticed?
bigger flames than lit butane

ya, you know it?
numb the pack with novacaine

ain't no kipper
got it all on paper
man you washed the paper
more up from the label

make sure you don't move it
ya i know you spill the sauce

i don't move it
i know i gotta pull it off


I don't move it
i gotta make em top it off

doupleganger going, and i know I get it showing off

ya i know a movie, it came from tulsa
no it shine like a bezel i can't resist

the more i get paper i get it pressed from me
it spilled on the floor

why you made up with  shyt, i know it get bad

i don't gotta amend
there's something in demand

ya, i come out the hole
and brought whole floor down
and it hot in the desert i'm getting closer

Pretty star got rock
stacy speak straight Vietnamese
wrap it up
for sure i got it where it need to be
there no huddle
i know you got it all falling down
i know it ya
gonna be the fisher man

break it down, Parkinson's
bring some more change
you know i'm running cover
romanized my digits
gotta call it off

never fill my mind up
cant restore
i'll save myself

i got a breaker
never charge it to myself

i pump the breaker
never wanna put it off
(yea different stokes' how you make)

and I know it
never send it to myself

yea you bought
turned into a profit

never get it mixed up on it
know i got booly on it like yuh

SeQKS

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