Fukkit

in the whip

Sessions (A gift from me to you)

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

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

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:

Resting my foot on yo head I just conquered yo land had to slaughter yo clan now yo fans is my fans abide chain of command while you swallow them xans and embarrass yo parents
You a pinhead nigga, I'm not gonna spare you
My two cents bigger, still chirp like canaries
I fed-ex zip-up, something mysterious
Not no drive by nerve agent wrapped if u curious
Got my eyes wide shut
Smoking my blunt
You a roach like my cigarette butt
Get put out look at what you put out
You a sound cloud cutout
Calling yo hood out
Wall paper gang members thinking its good now fuck you then pull out
What am I good for
Sliding my flow in yo bitch while my wood stroke
Nigga I could tho
Nigga I'll kick a door
If its a stick em all don't bring that tat-too gun rather stick and poke

Right where we left off you actin crisscross 
Scrubbing like dish wash
Makes me sick, like blood clots, Chris bosh shoot at 3 points like Chris Paul
Use your head as a kick off
This ain't no kids job
Point that shit spray at the ground til you blue in the face while you crip walk
I don't know bout you nigga my shits hard I eat these rappers for lunch while I sit far
Away from the crowd cause I know it I speak like a poet I don't wanna show it my actions heroic they stop I keep going
Beat yo ass like a favor I owe you
I know I control you 11 like ocean
Got my niggas around me we scoping I'm peeping I'm posted, like a stamp on that card you not holding arriving some time in the postal

2. Nerves

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)

Written by @BurnWithBrando & @TrippyDaKid
Produced by @MKULTRA
Mixed/Mastered by TheWildDutchman

Lyrics: 
ME AND TRIPPY DANCING ON YO BODY AT THE FUCKING PARTY
OFF BACARDI, AND YA SHAWTY COMING ROUND REVEAL HER BODY.
AINT NO PROBLEMS, SYSTEM BUMPING
LEGS ARE SPRAWLIN, FUCK CONDOM.
NOW IM PACING IN THE LOBBY CAUSE YA BOY JUST CAUGHT A BODY. 
TOLD THAT BITCH TO GIVE ME BRAINS BLOW MY SHIT LIKE KURT KOBAIN.
IMA FINGER BLAST THAT PUSSY WHILE SHE SCREAMING OUT MY NAME.
I GOT MUSHROOMS IN MY STOMACH AND THEY TELL ME WHAT TO DO
I GOT VOICES IN MY HEAD THEY TELL ME NOT TO FUCK WITH YOU
I TORE THAT PUSSY UP! :))
I SCROLL THAT BLUNT RIGHT UP! :))
BLUNT HIT LIKE STREET FIGHTER! :))
DON'T NEED NO GHOST WRITER!! :(
I GOT BLOW MIXED IN MY GREENS, BITCH
IM SHOWIN OUT WITH MY TEAM, BITCH
IM THROWING UP LIKE A FIEND BITCH
IM LIVING LIFE ISSA DREAM, BITCH

would tell you how I feel 
But homie I don’t know what feelin is 
All of the people around me been tellin me trippythakid is the king of this shit 
Slammin down another one so I don’t gotta think about the things that I been thinkin bout 
I thought I quit the drinking but

I’m the king of fuckin up 
Pour me up another one 
Brando in the buildin wit me everybody fuck wit us 
Mosh pit captains 
smoking sippin an laughin 
You know we bring the action cause midnight is never lackin

Left right left when I march my fleet 
An they all on me cause they want my team 
Catch my drift lil hoes all scream when I hop on stage an I move my feet

Weak ass
lil rappers always tryna come to me yeah 
Im never ever talkin shit but I’m a freak yeah 
All I ever really wanted was some peace and if you trusted me I show you that I bleed yeah 
I’m not a human but the moon is under me
Yah
Ima kill you like I’m murderin this beat yah

SUPER FUN TIME

SUPER FUN TIME (feat. TrippyThaKid)

prod. @skress

I see through the fakes
like they made out of glass
get up out my face
don't know you like that
if you got the chance
you'd probably stab my back
my ex blowing up my phone
she want me bad
probably cause I was the best she ever had
I make you sad bitch?
good I'm glad
designer drugs
on the highway
ain't no sleeping
gas what I'm breathing
tesla X
we creeping

I'm falling
feel so hopeless
disappear 
hope I go unnoticed
think about you
and I still can't focus
so I leave behind my feelings and emotions

I'll crush my dreams
and let them bleed
sew my heart
back seam by seam
now I keep it locked
no key
anxious thoughts
won't let me be

lost my light
and I can't find it
I got problems I can't hide it
is it worth it
can't decide yet
bags underneath both of my eyelids

we don't speak
we move in silence
cut his head off
if he try us
big blunts
in my A blood diet
evil tempt me
but I fight it
blood on my margiela 
how I buy it
if the sodas dirty
I may try it
if they talking bout me
I don't mind it
know your card declines
when you swipe it

why you go in Sac's 5th?
I know you can't buy shit
18 in my own crib
smoking on the finest
I'm still plugged in
Yeah I'm getting good prices
fuck a spotlight
I would rather stay private

I stay low key
but you know me
do my drugs
and count my money
don't come around
I don't trust nobody
I may break your heart
and never say sorry

I'm incomplete
I got missing pieces
fuck an ego
didn't really need it
I'm too numb now
can barely feel shit
they wanna use me
but I can see it

I see through the fakes
like they made out of glass
get up out my face
don't know you like that
if you got the chance
you'd probably stab my back
my ex blowing up my phone
she want me bad
probably cause I was the best she ever had
I make you sad bitch?
good I'm glad
designer drugs
on the highway
ain't no sleeping
gas what I'm breathing
tesla X
we creeping

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falling (prod. skress)

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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mean a damn thing *vid in bio*

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*

prod me inspired by @enaturalist

i like being alone, idk whyyy
but now ur here and its 
(x2)
too late already got too much on my plate
Need attention nothin that i do is worth a mention 
and i kno i got my way but im still bitter :/
and i woke up and my face covered in glittr 

i swear im done with this shi i swear
yea ive always been judged 4 tha shit that i wear 
i bet u wont b laughin when i roll up into ur house
hold that stick 2 ur head and make u beg for ur spouse >:(
and i and i im not even lying  
ill take all ur shit idc that ur dying
ill wake up ur parent theyll beg me theyre crying
im sorry that was kind mean i wasnt trying:(

glittr
Im not with her
but i realized 
Im already paralyzed
i like being alone, idk whyyy
but now ur here and its 
(x2)
too late already got too much on my plate
Need attention nothin that i do is worth a mention 
and i kno i got my way but im still bitter :/
and i woke up and my face covered in glittr 

i i i dont care abt nothing anymore 
i hate this song 
i hate this phone 
if i drop off the earth well then what could go wrong
no one checks up on me they dont care
im better off on my own now that they dont care
i dont rlly talk 2 no one 2 be fair
but dont mean i dont like the fresh air

glittr

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)

I hate that I don’t understand what I mean when Im saying that I’m so in love with you
i know that it’s hard for the both of us hope that you know I still fuck with you
I know that you’re feeling indifferent about it I wish you were proud of me 
lately I’m doubting myself it just hurts me that you ever doubted me 

Promised myself wouldn’t cry again
you killed me once, I can’t die again 
some days I feel like I’m sad and I suck
Feels like I’m down on my luck 
ever since u went away, I feel like i I can never feel right again 
tell u i miss you, you read it, i think I just fucked up my life again 

I am so sick of this shit
Why can’t I just go and forget
that time that we kissed 
There is an ache in my hip and 
Its all cause I carry these feelings 
I’m counting my blessings 
always said I am the villain  
I hope that one day I’m forgiven 
I’m feeling the tension 
I’m still making songs bout depression
and this just another confession
Smile on my face but I swear that it’s not what it seems 
never switch up for these hoes, it’s you that i need 
you just need to love yourself don’t worry bout me 
you just need to love yourself don’t worry bout me

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acceptance (landfill)

Fukkit & Gelli - Only You (Remix)

Fukkit - Subliminal (Prod. otwljupiter)

Fukkit - Bird Suit (Prod. otwljupiter)

Fukkit - Used To (Prod. Ambush)

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