Fukkit

PROD KILLJAMES

First single off the Miami Hotboy EP. 

Engineered by: https://soundcloud.com/driedouteldr

Half & Half (intro)

soundcloud.com/fukkitfukkitfukkit - Savor

Fukkit - Savor (Prod. ghost/\/ghoul)

Miami Hotboy

Engineered by @saintf
Jokes On You EP coming soon!
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30 (Prod. CaptainCrunch) [Bonus]

MIXED BY RARE AKUMA

2ND SINGLE OFF "IS THIS BEAUTY?"

ENJOY

LYRICS:

LIGHT UP THE FLOW I GET HOT WITH IT ALL THESE LIL NIGGAS THAT THINK THEY GON START SOME SHIT FUNNY AS FUCK GET YA HEAD KNOCKED TO PARKINSONS MOCKING THIS PUSSY CAUSE HE TOO INCOMPETENT/ RIDE ON MY DICK CAUSE YOU KNOW YOU WONT BEAT ME THEY FEELING DECEITFUL I KNOW THEY GON LEAVE YOU/ YALL PUSSY ASS NIGGAS DONT KNOW WHO IS FUKK I TAKE MOLLY AND LEAVE YOU WITH TUBAGE TO BREATHE THROUGH/

BODY FOR BODY, IM IN THE LOBBY WE LOUNGIN THAT BLOOD OVERFLOW OUT THE FOUNTAIN I CLIMB MENTAL MOUNTAINS IM UPPING THE SOUND OF ASTOUNDING IM FUCKING YO BITCH WHILE YOU BOUNDED/ I KNOW HOW THAT SOUNDED, YO GIRLFRIEND JUST GOT AN AROUSAL, MIGHT MAKE A SEXTAPE FOR YO BROWSER/ IM DAMAGING COWARDS THAT THINK ALL DAT CLOUT EQUAL POWER IM SENDING A MSG TO BROWARD/ look:

GET THE FUCK OFF MY DICK,

GET THE FUCK OFF OF MY DICK,

GET MY FUCKING DICK OFF OF ALL UR FUKKIN LIPS,

GET MY FUCKING DICK OUT OF ALL UR FUKKIN BREATH!/

ALL THESE NIGGAS TALKING TALL, FUCK YOU ALL

ALL THESE NIGGAS TALKING TALK, FUKK YOU ALL/ 

GET YO FUCKING BROTHER ROBBED, FUKK YOU ALL/

SAY SOME SHIT IM BOUT TO JUST SMASH YO WHOLE FUKKING JAW/ 

ALRIGHT LEAVE IT TO ME, ALRIGHT LEAVE IT TO ME/ IM SO PISSED IN THIS BITCH I AM NOT GONNA SPEAK/ ALRIGHT LEAVE IT TO ME, ALRIGHT THERE RIP, LEAVE THE GRAVE ON MY PORCH SO I KNOW WHERE THEY SLEEP

LEAVE IT [PROD. Y$57]

lyrics:

HE FUCKING WITH ME THEN HE DYING TRU-ST ME/ NOW THAT YOU KNOW YOU WAS NEVER ABO-VE ME/ MURDERING YOU IS MY DREAM AND ITS LOVELY/ ALL YOU NIGGAS MY SONS DON'T YOU FRONT ON ME/

RIPPING THE WAVE, KILLING THE GAME,
IT'S A SHAME THEY DON'T GET HOW MY GENIUS DISPLAY/ RUN UP MY CAKE WHILE I'M BAKED/ NIGGA YOU OFFER THAT FADE AND I GUARANTEE PAIN/ 

LEAVING MY SUFFERING PRINT ON YOUR FACE/
WHY DO YOU THINK YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU CLAIM/ 
THIS MY THING I DONT SEE HOW I'M FORCED TO BEHAVE LIKE A PRICK WHILE YOU SHEEPLE JUST SLAVES TO A CHAIN/ I DIGRESS NO I DONT I SEE CLEAR AND JUST WAIT IT'S A PROCESS THAT'S NATURAL COMES JUST LIKE THE RAIN/ IF YOU SIT AND JUST THINK FOR ONE SECOND BE BECKONED YOU'LL KNOW THAT THIS SCENE IS A FUCKING DISGRACE/ 

CLEANSING YOU IS, MY PREROGATIVE/
LOSING MYSELF, ALONE IN ABYSS,
EMPTY INSIDE, SURVIVING THE PIT/ 

TEST ME, REST IN PEACE, MY LEFT WING PROTECTING ME, MY CHEST IT SPEAK: THE DEATH DREAM/ PESTERS ME/ APPLY PRESSURE WHEN THE CHEST BLEED, LATELY I'VE BEEN FEELING LIKE UNLOADING SHELLS ON EVERYTHING/ 

MOLOTOV INSIDE YOUR LITTLE GHETTY LET THE BOMB GO OFF/
CUT ACROSS THE VEIN AND WATCH YOU BLEED PROCEED TO LICK THE SAUCE/  
FIBER OPTIC NEEDLE FEELING WEIRD INSIDE YOUR HOLLOW SKULL/ 
MEET ME AT YOUR END JUST LIKE THE REAPER IN A ROBE AND ALL/ 

HUH/
FUCK YOU IDIOTS FUCK YOU/
SEEN YOU GET SNUCK HE 1 PUNCHED YOU/
AYE/ 
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU I WONT DO IT/
KNIFE IN HIS SPLEEN AND I MOVE IT/

PURIFICATION (PROD. CLEVER_AU)

PROD. BLVC SVND
MIXED BY CHRIS VAYLE
Available on ITunes: http://itunes.apple.com/album/id1288369838?ls=1&app=itunes

LYRICS:

WHY SO IMPATIENT THINK HE MAD ABOUT HIS CURRENT STATUS/

KEEP PUTTING ON THEM FAKE IMPRESSIONS THAT'S GON TAKE YOU PLACES/

CHECK WHAT MY NAME IS I'M NOT FAMOUS WONDER WHERE I AIM AT?/

HE SAY HIS PISTOL DRAWN I KNOW THAT'S PENCIL WHERE THAT FADE AT?/

GO HEAD JUST THROW THAT SHADE BACK/ YO BITCH AND ME GO WAY BACK/HOW DARE I EVEN SAY THAT THOUGHT YOU MIGHT ENJOY THE PLAY BACK/

WONDER HOW I MAKE BREAD I DON'T THAT'S WHY I STARVE LIKE STRAY RATS/

SOMEHOW IT ALWAYS SEEMS LIKE IM THE ONE THAT GETS MY PAY BACK/

GIVE ME DAT GIVE ME DAT GIVE ME DAT TOP/ SHIMMY YA SHIMMY YA, DANCE ON MY COCK/ GREEN LIGHT GIVE IT GAS BITCH DONT STOP/ SMOKING ON FLOCK BOUT TO KODAK BOP/ 
GET ME THAT GET ME THAT GET ME THAT GUAP/
BOY KICK ROCKS HOW I BALL CALL SHOTS/ 
MONEY BAG MONEY BAG MONEY BAG SHOP/
BODY GON DROP LIKE NASDAQ STOCK/

GREEN ON ME CEELO, ROB LIKE DINERO, I PUT THE PUMP TO HIS KNEE AND I D.ROSE, UNLOAD THEN RELOAD, TURNING THE KEYHOLE, PLAY MY CARDS RIGHT I COULD BUY THE CASINO/
BITCH NEVER SLEEP ON MY DICK CAUSE IT'S WOKE/ INHALE MY NUT LIKE SOME BLOW NUMB THROAT/ WHITE GIRL ON PURO COLOMBIAN COKE BY THE WAY THAT SHE CHOKE I CAN TELL SHE DONT SMOKE/

DON'T CALL ME DRAKE WIT MY WOES/ 
SHAWTY JUST WONT LET ME GO/
THIS AINT THAT DIFFICULT BRO/
YOU ON SOME SIMPLE SHIT MOE/
I MOLLIWHOP HIM IN HIS SWEAT SHIRT, 
THAT 30 GON MAKE SURE YO CHEST HURT, HIS BLOOD BOUT TO GIVE HIM A RED SHIRT, HE FLEXIN PUT HIM ON A STRE-TCHER/ THESE NIGGAS STILL THINK THEY SO CLE-VER/ I PICK UP THE PACK LIKE SOME LEG WORK/ U KNOW I DO ART U CAN'T CEN-SOR/ I PAINTED HER FACE IT'S MY BEST WORK/ 
LIKE A SOLDIER MY BITCH GON SAY YES SIR/ I DON'T EVEN RESPOND AND SHE CHECK FIRST/ WRONG AS FUCK IF YOU THINK WE CAN NET-WORK/ U SUCK DICK SO I KNOW THAT YO NECK HURT/

Las Ovejas Mueren (Sheep Die) (Prod. BLVC SVND)

mixed by chris vayle 
sorry

lyrics:
all y'all needa leave me lone,
I can't speak no more/
spend 2000 on a coat ur mom and dad are broke/ 
Sound cloud rappers need repost, I got that cheap repost/ 
Buy your followers today, tomorrow never know/

NIGGA TAKE THAT MASK OFF YO FACE/
I DONT EVEN NEEDA SPEAK ON THIS WHOLE THANG/ 
MATTER FACT, THEY GON TWEET BOUT THIS HOE NAME/
WATCH YOUR MOUTH, HOW YOU SPEAK  NOT GON HOLD WEIGHT/ 
SAL-SA WHAT I SPREAD, COUNTING UP BENJAMIN, GOT THE GAME HEADLOCKED SO HE TRYNNA GET IT IN/ 
MOST SMART CANDIDATE, MOST Y'ALL CATTLE LAMB, DON'T TRY STEPPING IN THE MOSH WHEN I'M HEADING IN/ FLOW CRACK EGGS HOT AS SUNNY SIDE BENEDICT/ I'M ABOUT TO HIT YOU WIT A HARD SEDATIVE/ SHOTGUN ON ME MIGHT JUST KILL A MAN/ I DONT EVEN NEED A PEN, JUST ADRENALINE/ LIL NEEDLE SHAWTY SIGHING IN THE BED AGAIN/ FIRST PLACE, HIT THE RACE, BACK PEDDLING/ 

DAMAGE CONTROL WHEN I SLAUGHTER YOUR FAN BASE/ FUCK THEY TALKING BOUT MY SHIT IS NEW AGE/ TAKE MY RAGE AND I LEAVE IT AT YO PLACE/
KICK HIS NECK AND HIS SPINE WHILE HIS BITCH SCREAM/ 
I DONT EVEN CARE SHIT BOUT THIS FUCK FACE/
I DONT EVEN GIVE SHIT SO I PUNCH FACE/
BUST MY NUT THEN IM DIPPING, I SLIP IN/
WHITEST COKE ALMOST MATCHES THE LINEN/
POLYSTER ON COTTON LIKE MITTENS/ 
LEAVE MY KIDS IN HER PUSSY HAVE KITTENS/

Airplane Mode (Prod. Clipped)

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

shit biscuit (prod. killjames)

EVERYONE IS ALONE (PROD. CRMSYN X KILLJAMES X FONYWALLCE)

LYRICS:
i don’t know if i can do this anymore
either sleeping on a couch or on the floor
all i taste is blood it’s leaking out my pores
they hear my music think my life is more than yours
i’m only human
can’t you see
this life is draining the soul from me
so let’s agree to disagree
either you live or fight with me

i’m sorry to disappoint
but i don’t know how long i have
it’s getting to a point
where it feels like i’m cut in half

Listen

CUT IN HALF (PROD.FONY WALLACE & KILLJAMES)

lyrics:

Baby bring a friend or else it's pointless
They toggle with my joystick
Im getting heads or tails just like a coin flip

Playing with your pussy watch it moisten
Then swim in there like koi fish
I heard the dick is toxic like some poison

Her ass fat but check the PH
You a fruit like V8
Ball hard like EA
And I give her my kids like YMCA
Out the dirt like D-Day
Told her move it slow like instant replay
Baby it's your B-day!
Show me what you got go run the relay

Pass the stick to your bestie
Let her touch my testies
She making my dick empty
I busted it's plenty

Then hasta la vista
Told her senorita
Tu eres bien bonita
Y quieres que te pinta?

This a bump like a coke key
It's bread you get toasty
The shadows what has cloaked me
Do not come provoke me
I fucked on her lowkey
That n**** really saw her as a trophy
My brother got the hammer like im Loki

Pussy say stroke me!
Peek at you she playing with my balls like it's Poke
I gotta let her throat me
Ass like a donkey
She said can you poke me? 
I put that in slowly bend it over touch your toes please

Money in the bank like WWE
It's just me ain't no W, E
We blowing up like IED's

Get inside that pussy like a IUD
She got good brain like Ivy League
It's just me ain't no I in team

Fuck yall!
Really on my balls
Im just busy making calls, why they in my draws? 
Fuck off!
You could suck it soft
The body getting tossed flip ya switch and turn you off

Fukkit - Phat! (Prod. OTWLJupiter)

BILL GATES (PROD. FONY WALLACE X KILLJAMES)

lyrics:

If all we are is what I’ve seen 
then far I’ll go it’s not for me 
Were falling burning crumbling turning down 
We can’t get up 
I️m Sorry all these people want you to forget of love 
Find a way to love this world and now I️m truly hated 
tell me all the worst and not a thing you do  could change I️t 
I see everybody running round with empty faces
this could all change 
Instead they tend to keep I️t the same

What a dam lie
That the world would give for you 
If you had hands open 
Wonder why you were to lose 
cause there heart left broken 
Blank face drops needs help 
Im still waiting there for you 
Safe space rots to hell 
heart filled waiting there for you

This depression 
Kinda deep I️ hide quietly 
I️ don’t let no nigga see the side of me 
where I️m truly hurting all the fight is really tiring an honestly I️m thinking imma turn out to be dead


1st  prod fony wallace

2nd prod fony wallace and scumbagshaggy

3rd prod fony wallace and killjames

slob hammer jack

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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