You should own it (Prod. $outh$ideplaya)

KICK DUST (Prod. @acculbed)

Shine in Peace (Prod. Acculbed)

Gone Hunting, dropping 6-18-2025

New EP produced exclusively by Deergod

Lyrics:

Less talk

More action

Less fake

More passion

Only thing you finna be hating on me is a has-been

Less falls

More trips

More life

Less bullshit

Gamble Rap the mob you know we ain’t nothing to fool with

Rollin’ down I-95 smoking

Blunts in the sky while i’m driving by the ocean

Sip & lost focus

Life in slow motion

Bitches by my side tryna get a ride coasting

But nothing in life is free

The city my favorite view

It’s steak when it’s time to eat

I gamble it’s pay-per-view

No hanging from coattails 

Cause I ain’t gon’ pay for you

If you loafing it’s “oh well”

I got nothing to say to you

Just me and my day one’s

We pray til the day comes

That we reach all the money, status & fame but it ain’t one

More thing important than the family

And the fabric getting cleaner you could say i’m getting fancy

(Yea mothafucka)

Bitches on the floor, the money come, the money go

(The money come, money go)

Riding down the street, I got my heat, I keep a pole

(I’m never cold)

Will I be in pain another day or 24?

(Woah, woah, woah)

Will you live or die, don’t even try, it’s yes or no?

Inhaling all the smoke

The pain is in my heart i’m needing something to cope

I’m trying not croak

So much of me is in the shadows i’m hiding behind a cloak

But i’m jumping out the fog and embracing the squad

Yea it’s gamble rap the mob so i’m playing my cards

They ain’t know my skill elite, i’m inflating the odds

You rappers will never be me, imma save you a job

Imma save you a speech

On why you couldn’t succeed

David Blaine with the flow do what they wouldn’t believe

Magic trick

Play my cards disappear and then leave

Poof!

Vanish in the air only thing move is the leaves

Up the totem pole we grew like a tree

It was good days like Ice Cube other days no vaseline

They acting sweet like Hi-Chew but I can’t let that be me

Already earned my stripes I don’t need no referee

(Yea mothafucka)

Bitches on the floor, the money come, the money go

(The money come, money go)

Riding down the street, I got my heat, I keep a pole

(I’m never cold)

Will I be in pain another day or 24?

(Woah, woah, woah)

Will you live or die, don’t even try, it’s yes or no?

Fukkit & Deergod - ScratchOff Luxury

Fukkit & Deergod - Countdown

SAPPHIRE GOLD+

SAPPHIRE GOLD

Canines

Luiza

Java

Lyrics:

bumboi:
Down from the south to the north we some playas

Down down from the south to the north we some playas



Call up yung chop he might pop 
he gon spray sum 
Let that boy talk he a mop 
He might say sum 
Only time she call when she want 
me to lay some
Straight from the south to tha north we gon
Bake em 

Brodie said he want all the muhfuckin smoke yea 

Why he talkin sick better go n wipe his nose yea 

Say he got a cold we gon hang em like a coat
Then

Throw em in the sticks let him find his way home 
Yea


Uh 
he aint about it 
He be steady pillow talkin boy ikno he rattin
Grimey as them bugs that be stuck up in his mattress
Why he plottin on the bum boy u kno that gon end tragic

Aye yo money short just like it todo
Pull up to yo scene finna shoot it like a photo 

I aint never been the one to play tho
let the lemon squeeze
We gon fold em like some playdoh

Uh uh uh 
Uh uh uh uh uh 


T-Choppa:
 tell me why you looking neckless
Big chop pop mop hella reckless
Mofucker life I’m dip where the exit
If you wanna problem wit me den come press
the way you keep my dick up in yo mouth impressive 
anything thing we drop make the ops uneasy
Ima keep g gotta keep hair greezy
I’m hella fucking mad ayo bum pass bleezy 
Hot box shit like we kicking tip 
U don’t fucking we den you can suck a pp
I’m da beetle juice in cope moving creepy
Im horn dog mama best not tease me
Ima get these bands yeah my hands look cheesy
Pull up bow bow wow do a motherfucker greezy

BAGITARIUS - bumboi x t choppa (prod.bumboi)

LYRICS
We bring dirt to your ears
What it is hoe, and what it ain't
Bitch my pockets full, I'm making bank
Say what it is hoe, and what it ain't
What you see me do, these bitches can't

Go, go
Slide, thru the sticks wit my blicky, uh
That boy not no demon that nigga more like Little Nicky, uh
He not from the South he fakin' accents like Woahvicky
Bitch, DSG the mob who fuckin' with my committee
Tell him, pick your side and stay over there
Gangnem get on his head and lay him down like some baby hairs
I, I, don't give a fuck, we don't play it fair
Cryin' on the net about your problems nigga who cares

You wanna slide bout it? you, you, you wanna die bout it?
All that shit that's in your music know you lied bout it
I, I, I can't work with none of these rappers, Ion believe they words
You didn't really do that action I don't believe your verbs
Thinkin' that you fuckin' with li 8, boy put the drugs down
Came in with this 40 up this bitch and throw these slugs 'round
Tell em free the gang, free my dawgs out that dog pound
Thought he was the sickest so we had to put his dog down

Slide, thru the sticks wit my blicky, uh
That boy not no demon that nigga more like Little Nicky, uh
He not from the South he fakin' accents like Woahvicky
Bitch, DSG the mob who fuckin' with my committee
Tell him, pick your side and stay over there
Gangnem get on his head and lay him down like some baby hairs
I, I, don't give a fuck, we don't play it fair
Cryin' on the net about your problems nigga who cares

Who, who, who cares (Who cares)
Who, who, who cares (Who cares)
Who, who, who cares (Who cares)
Who, who, who cares (Who gives fuck)
Who, who, who cares (Who cares)
Who, who, who cares (Who cares)
Who, who, who cares (Who cares)
Who, who, who cares (Who gives fuck)

Who Cares (Prod. pharmacist x cloudymane)

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