Fukkit & Dutchman - Ready Or Not (feat. Snubnose Frankenstein)

ZOTiYAC – Crash Dummy Prod. Fla.mingo

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

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/

Spotify

1. Yeah

Get Lost (feat. ZOTiYAC)

lyrics:

Punch into yo audio
I fuck that bitch then adios
She screaming loud like ay dios
I heard he called an audible y'all quarterback cant play that role
Don't push me I'm in album mode
That pill gets hard to swallow though

Talking bout the difference ‘tween us you do this for follow growth
I do this for crowd control 
You don't know me nada no I cant defend your problem folk
He hanging, like a stick man
I'm gonna find you, who you wit then
I don't like you, we gon' fix that
Crash that spinal, I get whiplash

I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't speak, I just geek 
Y'all fake, you ain't kin, you ain't wake, you ain't me
I don't know what you want, but I got what you need
You don't fuck, with my squad, you get lit to the T

By the I
What you see
Getting caught
By my leash
You my bitch
On 4 feet
What I got
Up my fleece
That's a glock
You ain't peep
But you pink
Like a pussy
Cause you wet
By the beam
Bitch I know
Where you sleep
Where you eat
Where you speak
Where you think
Where you breathe
You gon' die
On your knees
Like a bitch
On your feet
Cut him up
To the beach
Toss it out
In the sea
What the fuck
Wrong with me
I don't know
But you see
Separate, from the weak
For the fate, of your dreams
7 days, never weak
Even pain, gotta sink
Every day, gotta weigh in
I don't know, what you saying

4. Woke

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)

ROUND II

Featuring @zotiyac

Produced by Wendigo

BRADADA (feat. ZOTiYAC)

MP5K (Prod. Jadeci)

Susano (Prod. Jadeci) Spotify Link In Bio

Lyrics:

Baby I’m on some new shit

I fucked you once you fell in love I had you fooled quick 

Stop

Baby I’m with a new bitch

Light as a feather brain’s clever ride it better from the top 



I got more shit, 

On the way now,

This aint lucky 

I don’t play around, nah



Baby lemme lay you down/

Applying pressure from the back just make that pussy pop/



On some hoe shit,

What they playing now? 

Play my old shit

For the same crowd, yah/ 



Dont give a fuck about what you say now/

I’m still your favorite rapper baby you can hear me when it drop/ 



This the only time I’ll make a hoe an anthem/

Pretty flaco, bitches love me cause I’m handsome/ 

Fucking on me ASAP, cause I matched one/ 

You still rocking what I bought you who is that from?

Call me Fukkit but not fuck cause I don’t have one/ 

Finna cop the Mini Uzi not a hand-gun/ 

I’m too grown to fuck around and try to stab some’n/

That sound like some shit I would do in my past son/ 



It’s a Drake on me, 

Look alike low key,

LAX they know we famous treat us like celebrities,

Mini-K’s on seats,

Bond James, coat clean/

I look crisper now that Kapital been editing my jeans/ 



Got that swag you can’t jack bitch 

Want my swag you can’t have this 

Imma stunt, Meg a savage/

She ride the dick like a stallion/

Fukkit - Anthem (Prod. Fony Wallace x KillJames x Fukkit)

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