INFRARED - bumboi ft 870glizzy (prod. bumboi)

John Hancock (Prod. Vince.m10)

LYRICS:
Bounce on the count 4 

Smokin on this medical 

Sippin on this fifth i took a drink and then i poured it all 

This for the homies and the ones who didnt make it 

Rest in peace to my pops 

I just hope he see me changing 



Tu - tu

Tuck - tuck it tho lemme count stacks 



Keeping my feelings up under this money i dont wanna talk facts 

Thats why i cant call back 



Lost in the void i keep on falling right back in 

When i reached out aint nobody came and offer me a hand 



But fuck it This just my head 

These drugs gon help me feel dead 

Tough luck when i came from nothin 

Turned that flower into bread



This music helpin me vent 

It take the knots out my chest 

It gets tighter when i speak bout the issues that make me pressed 



Like why they all up in my head nah

Why they uh-uh




Slam don’t mean to interrupt but this is the one for the squad imma hold up the bottle

-Flashin’ my bank account make them eyes open up wider I’m tired of serving as a model

-Listen to Bum on the regular got me exposing the mind RIP to my father

-Options I’m dodging the thinking I ponder should I rearrange never dropping a flopper

-Finding me bored I get high as a bitch

-Im steady flowing water in a ditch

-Trip it on load runnin’ back need a hit

-That’s how the mind of a feind work loosening up every moment falling to a pit

-Diggin’ a hole how many of us fit

-Drag ‘em all down the personal abyss

-Couldn’t be Slam I’ll never fuckin switch

-Block a couple loaded barrels

-Knockin’ from banging the pedal

-Stop and listen imma blow then frog at you holding the metal

-Officer drop and roll not a fire just pulling on your leg

-Consequences coming but used to only care for the dare yuh

-Got a new bitch, on the main line, steady blowin’ up my phone

-I’m a new kid, not a wimp now, but I still check back home

-It’s the life I live, tweakin’ whenever you drop and don’t pick up the phone

-Just raise a hand when you be lost and then never get caught in picking at a bone

PRESSURE IN MY LUNGS - bumboi w slmdnk (prod. bumboi)

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 - Poof!

Fukkit & Deergod - Countdown

Java

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)

Un Segundo [intro]

ELON-MER-0196 - Laundry Sunlight

Like i'm Tyson

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