Fukkit

Drifting Out

A LOVELY DAY TO CATCH A FADE (Prod. VZNXM)

DEMON MODE+++ (Prod. Dutchman)

LYRICS:

YEA,
YOU CAN GET STUCK LIKE A SEMTEX, YA
FOLDING IS PROLLY YO BEST BET, YA
WATCH HOW HE FAILING THIS STRESS TEST, YA
FUCKING HIS BITCH ITS HER BEST SEX, YA

I DONT CARE SHIT BOUT THE NEXT NIGGA SHE GON' DROP NECK NIGGA THATS JUST MY BEST GUESS YA

I DONT EVEN CARE BOUT MY NEXT BITCH YA

SEND HER ASS HOME TO WATCH NETFLIX YA

I KILL MYSELF CAUSE MY DEATHWISH LINGER THAT SHIT GON DEPRESS ME, UPSET SHIT YA/ 

WANNA SEE CIVIL UNREST SHIT, YA/

THROWING THAT TEA IN YO EX BITCH YA/ 

THROW ME THAT NECK LIKE A BAD BITCH INSTAGRAM TWITTER YOUR ONLY INVESTMENTS YA/

I KEEP MY MIND ON THE NEXT SHIT YA/

EVERYTHING BIGGER LIKE TEXAS YA/ 

DIME IN YO BLUNT IS BOUT 10 CENTS READIN YO MIND WHILE I FINISH YO SENTENCE YA/ 

YOU LIL NIGGAS PRETEND SHIT INTERNET FLEXIN ALL TALK IN MY MENTIONS YA/

DEAD IN THE WATER LIKE FREE WILLY HE STOLE MY FLOW SO IM MAKING HIM LOOK SILLY/ 

BACK WITH THAT CANCER EXTENSION YEA/

CONNECT IT INSIDE YOU LIKE TETRIS YA/

YOU CAN GET STUCK LIKE A SEMTEX, YA
FOLDING IS PROLLY YO BEST BET, YA
WATCH HOW HE FAILING THIS STRESS TEST, YA
FUCKING HIS BITCH ITS HER BEST SEX YA

I DONT CARE SHIT BOUT THE NEXT NIGGA SHE GON DROP NECK NIGGA THATS JUST MY BEST GUESS YA

I DONT EVEN CARE BOUT MY NEXT BITCH YA

SEND HER ASS HOME TO WATCH NETFLIX YA

SAY LESS WIT THEM DEATH THREATS, YALL BOUT TO GET YA SHIT LICKED LIKE A FRENCH KISS ‘MEMBER I SAID THIS/ 

RED ALL AROUND ME LIKE SATAN’S APPRENTICE/ 

I UPLOAD MY BLUNT AND ITS DATPIFF/ 

YOU AINT MY FRIEND BUT YO BITCH ON MY GUESTLIST,

IM THINKING BOUT TESTIN OUR FRIENDSHIP/ 

DALE YA TU SABE I GOT GAS INSIDE MY RENTAL WHIP/

THIS 9 AINT COSMETIC CATCH A HOLLOW TIP/ 

ILL LEAVE YOU ALL BLOODY LIKE PERIOD, 

NIGGA YOU AINT HEARING IT IM FAST LIKE FURIOUS/

HE TRYNNA HIT THE RACE SO HE CLEARING IT IM SPRAYIN AT HIS WINDOW BULLETS STUCK IN THE INTERIOR/

HIGH ENOUGH WHERE EVERYONE INFERIOR,

GOT THE FIRST 3 SO A NIGGA IN YO AREA/ 

HACKED UP, DROPPING ALL THESE BOMBS LIKE SYRIA/

BASHED UP, MALLET TO YO BRAIN FUCK HEALIN’EM/

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1. Yeah

FLAPJACK (Prod. RemyThePlug)

lyrics:

.45 STAND TALL LEAVE YA ASS 6 FEET

SHORT NIGGA DIE LONG SHOULD'VE NEVER DISSED ME/

GOOGLE CHROME THAT USERNAME,

AND CHECK MY FUCKING HISTORY/

GUARANTEED YOU SENDING SHOTS I GUARANTEE THEY MISS ME/

NIGGAS TRYNNA COOK BEEF IM HUNGRY FOR THAT MINCEMEAT I KEEP A CANNON ON ME PERFECT PICTURE WHEN YO SHIP SINK/ 

HOPE THAT MAKE IT CLICK FOR YOU AINT NO NEED FOR CLICK-BAIT I KNOW IT MUST BE DIFFICULT TO PROMO ALL THEM MISS-TAKES/

DAMN THAT WAS A MISTAKE, I REALLY MEANT YO MIXTAPE/

SHE GON GIMME NOGGIN WHILE I AUTOGRAPH HER TITS, FACE/

FLOW LIKE WATER FALL IT ALWAYS SPILLS INTO ITS FIXED SHAPE/

I MIGHT NEED A SKI MASK CAUSE IM TAKING ALL YO SHIT AWAY/



WHATS THAT UP MY SLEEVES/

DISILLUSION AND CONFUSION/

DEATH GRIPS ON MY KNEES/

DONT BE STUPID KEEP IT MOVING/ 

HUT CADET AT EASE/

MY WHOLE FANBASE LIKE A UNIT/ 

TRIGGER PULL THEN SQUEEZE/

BLOODY PULP ALL NATURAL JUICING/ 

SLIDE ON YOU LIKE ROLLER SKATES THATS CUT UP ICE YO ROLLIE FAKE I MEMORIZE YOUR LICENSE PLATE HAVE INTEL LOCATE YOUR ESTATE/ 

WHERE YO FAMILY STAY/

WATCH YALL SEPARATE/

WHILE I DEMONSTRATE/

THIS WHOLE TORTURE CHAMBER/

BOUNDED TO YOUR FAMILY CIRCLE TRIANGULATE ALL EMOTION LOCKED YO CAP LIKE KEYBOARD FROZEN STOP YOU IN THEM TRACKS YOU POSTED/ 

THATS YO FAMILYS FATE/

WATCH YALL SEPARATE/

BOY YOU BANTAMWEIGHT, 

DISAPPEAR LIKE PHANTOMS AYE/

3. Mincemeat

lyrics:

Speaking on me wrongly get you cut up like pastrami send them shots right at yo body we don't fall out we surrounding ’em
Bring the yellow tape
He ducking
Back that fronting shit or shut it
Can't fuck with that nigga Fukkit
When I see him Imma bust ’em

Yea right
Keep your promises I know you wont on sight
End yo life
Only once I hear you begging for it twice
You just human sacrifice I use as energy sometimes I keep that Ruger by my right come hot and ready like some rice

Face card not there I don't even wanna care I cant stand everybody everywhere that's how I feel
Last time I checked you was thirsty like a refill I reseal that bottle once I cut it for that cheap deal
Every day I'm living that's another day of cheap thrills, drug deals, rubber squeal, banana peel, and blood spill
Kill yourself once heal
Kill yourself twice for real
I cant stand that smell of dirty pussy touching my nostrils
Ya whole entire clique in fear
If you in my atmosphere I promise I'm gonna interfere and interrupt your sad career
Make it worse than how you sound on every single track you make I make sure you evaporate and disappear like magic paint a picture wit this static
The talent they cant handle
The bars that leave ’em panicking and scrambling for some ammo while I'm hidden in the shadows
Unnecessary camo drape my body like a ruthless mercenary in a sand hill while he stalking in the dead of night
Just as an example
I'll do you like they did in Chelsea Manning latest scandal, raid your house and kill your family accidentally go to court and get acquitted just by pleading I'm insane and off the handle

5. Fly (On the Wall)

Deadpool (Prod. Jashin)

LYRICS:

YOU COULD GET TOUCHED BITCH WE NOT PLAYING TAG 
HEAD TAPS DURING TRAFFIC JAMS ON THE AVE
THINK OUT THE BOX WHILE YOU STILL ROCKIN SOME PLAID TAKING TRIPS TO THE BANK MASK OFF GET THE BAG/
YOU KNOW HOW I ROCK NOT NO FUCKIN BLACK FLAG/
IF HE SEND A SHOT, GOT THE K WIT THE MAG/
UP AND DOWN THE BLOCK, SPINNING ROUND DOING LAPS/ 
SHIT WAS ALWAYS SUNNY TIL I PULLED UP WIT THE MAC/
SHE SINGING OFF-KEY THATS CAUSE I FUCKED HER FROM THE BACK/ 
NIGGAS SAD THEY LOST, SO I TOLD EM GET A MAP/ 
STOPPED IN YO TRACKS SEND THAT SHIT BACK TO THE TRASH/
POP OFF YO CAP LIKE A SNAPPLE THATS A FACT/ 
NIGGAS REALLY WACK, I DONT MIND STATIN THAT/
I BEEN BOUT MY BUSINESS BUT I KICK IT WIT THE SLACKS CHECK MY BANK ACCOUNT ITS DIGITS WHILE I SIT AT HOME RELAXED
MY FLOW TIGHT LIKE A FITTED WIT THE TEE SHIRT PRINT TO MATCH 
THE FLOW COULD START A FIRE YALL AINT REALLY BEEN A MATCH/ 
NEVER GETTIN PAST, RANDY MOSS WIT THE CATCH/ 
IM BREATHING IN THE GAS AINT BEEN WETTING UP A RAG DROPPING BOMBS LIKE IRAQ AND MY KUSH AFGHANISTAN/ 
HEAT UP LIKE A PAN
TOLD MY FANS DONT BE A STAN
GOT THE PRODUCT WIT THE PLAN
ALL DETAILING WHERE WE STAND
KEPT IT A THOUSAND LIKE A GRAND
NIPPLE RINGS ON MY HAND
SHE GON BLOW ME LIKE A FAN 
NOT THE BEST I EVER HAD/ 
IF I FUCK ONCE, I DONT GOTTA FUCK AGAIN/
SEND HER TO THE CAB, DONT COME BACK WITHOUT A FRIEND/ 
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, IM ONLY HERE TO MEET MY ENDS/
YOU CAN TAKE MY SHIRT, GO HEAD AND SUCK ME OUT THE PANTS/ 
I BEEN SMOKIN GREEN, LIKE SOME LEAN, LIKE SOME PLANTS, CELERY, COLLARD GREENS, COPPIN P’S FOR A SNACK/
ON HER CHEST, WHERE I REST, TRUE INDEED, THATS A RACK/ 
BITCH I MIGHT BLEED YOU IF I SEE YOU THATS A STACK/

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Toe Tags & Broken Skulls (Prod. ZCR)

Yung Bambi Hounds ZOTiYAC-95.50

PLAGUEBOY (PROD. FLUSS VLONE)

lyrics:

IN AND OUT
TAKE A STAND THEN I SIT YOU DOWN
LIKE ROTUNDA WE SPIN AROUND
BLOWIN MINUTES NOW
NIGGAS WONT SAY THEY STEALIN SOUND 
BUT ADMIT THAT IT GET AROUND
SEE THE STATS LIKE TRAFFIC IN LA 
NIGGA NAME JOSH SAY HE GOT A DRAKE? 
HUMAN MADE CAMO NEVER BEEN A APE/
I WAS IN THE CITY POSTED WITH A SHANK/ 

THEY REALLY SPEAK DOWN ON A NIGGA IM JUST GOING UP/
I PULL ON YO CARD DONT GET PLAYED LIKE A BLUFF/
THE WEED BEEN STRONG MAN THAT SHIT LOOKING TOUGH/
I GOT ME A STICK DONT GET PLAYED LIKE A PUP/
DONT SAY IT
ON GOD
THOUGHT YOU COMPETITION WHY YOU LYIN
PLAY THE FENCE IM STICKIN TO MY SIDE 
ON MY JOB A PISTOL GET YOU FIRED
OR RETIRED EITHER WAY IM FINE
GOT THE IRON ON ME LIKE A TIRE/
YOU A OPP STICKIN IN A WIRE/ 
DRUG MUSIC WHO GON BE THE BUYER/ 
PULL YOUR TEETH OUT WIT A SET OF PLIERS/
I DONT GOT THE URGE OR DESIRE/
I JUST LOVE TO SEE A MAN ON FIRE/ 
IS THAT REALLY SUCH A FUCKIN CRIME?/

SWITCH IT UP,
IM TREATIN THIS BITCH LIKE A CUP,
GOT THE JPEG FILE FOR WHAT?
I DONT NEED IT THE MEMORIES FUN ENOUGH
SON
ALL YOU RAPPERS JUST REALLY MY SONS
ASKING QUESTIONS ALL RAPID AT ONCE
JUST TO THINK THAT I FATHERED YOU FUCKS 
HA, HA

GOOD MUSIC EXTINCT LIKE A DODO 
THEY TRY IT ALL TO GO GET IN THE PHOTO,
LAND OF THE DEAD I COULD TELL YOU LIKE COCO,
BLOOD LIKE SOME SNOT HOW IT DRIP FROM THE MOCO/  RIDIN THE BEAT LIKE A MOFUCKIN FOUR DOOR /
RIDIN ON MY MEAT LIKE A MOFUCKIN POGO/
IM WITH MY HOMIE BUT HE AINT A CHOLO/
COPS PULL HIM OVER “I JUST WANNA GO HOME”/
THIS THAT SAME FLOW THAT YOU GOT YOU SHOULD GO HOME/
EASY AS FUCK ON THE SPOT IM A PRO THOUGH/
YALL REALLY NOT ON THE WAVE LIKE A ROWBOAT/

YALL REALLY SOUND LIKE SOME PUSSIES AND HOES/ THOUGH/
SUCKS YOU AINT GOT YOU NO PUSSY OR HOES THOUGH/

Fukkit - In & Out (Prod. Fluss Vlone)

Fukkit - Misunderstood (Prod. Fluss Vlone)

Fukkit - Execute (Prod. ZCR) *DJ FUKKIT EXCLUSIVE*

THIS IS NOT A SONG THIS IS A MENTAL BREAKDOWN (PROD. CRMSYN)

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