savage ga$p and kamaara - paranoia agent ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ w/ lil darkie (prod. novafled)

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

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

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)

L!CC FT GRAVEPLOT !PROD ESKRY!

lyrics:

HOLD ON ONE MORE TIME REPEAT THAT SHIT LIKE WHAT YOU SAID?
MAKING CHEESE AND GOING HAM A NIGGA GETTING BREAD/ 
HOW HE STILL SO SKINNY WHEN YOU KNOW IM GETTING FED/ 
BITCHES ALL UP ON ME AND THEY HUMPING ON MY LEG/
THIS SHIT IS JUST BUSINESS WHAT ABOUT MAN YOU A FED/ 
MIND YOUR OWN LIL BUSINESS YOU DONT GOT NONE? OH I FEEL/ 
I DONT LIKE HER THAT MUCH TOLD THE BITCH JUST GIMME HEAD/ 
AINT NO W.E ITS NO YOU AND ME DONT GET UPSET/

PULLING UP THEN PUSHING OFF WE EMPTY OUT THE BOULEVARD IM HITTING EVERYONE INVOLVED AND DROPPING BODIES IN THE CAR I LET THE BULLET DO THE TALK THEN PARAMEDIC DO THE WALK THEY SEND YOUR BODY SOMEWHERE FAR I LOVE TO SEE THEM DEAD AND GONE/ 

YA MY CHAIN FLAUNT/
YA MY SAME SONG/
YA MY PAIN DARK/
YOU AINT CAME FAR/
YOU AINT SAYING NONE/
AND BITCH I SAY WASSUP I BLOW A BLUNT UP IN THE CUT I TOLD THEM NIGGAS WHATCHU ON?/ 

PROPHETIC,
MY LINES PROPHETIC,
WATCH ME FLEX LIKE CALISTHENICS/
IM MOVING WHILE YOU STANDING AT YO CHEST JUST LIKE A PENDANT/
IM UP IT WHILE YOU STANDARD I SUGGEST YOU MIND YOUR MANNERS, OR END UP NO APPENDAGE/ IM TOO FOCUSED WHILE YOU FAMISHED SAVE YOURSELF OR GET EMBARRASSED/ 
I DO MORE THAN MICRO-MANAGE I MAKE BARS GO HAND AND HANDING
ME THE TITLE WASNT GRANTED HAD TO STEAL IT LIKE A BANDIT/
IM IN THIS BITCH AND NOW YOU UNDERSTAND IT/

Fukkit - Repeat (Prod. DiRT)

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/

(HOOK)

Toe Tags & Broken Skulls (Prod. ZCR)

Stream / Download "Acid Burn" - https://linktr.ee/XZARKHAN

Produced By https://soundcloud.com/killdeathwish

https://hackers.fandom.com/wiki/Acid_Burn

Clutch got the big mac, better get back
Forcing my hand, aim steady, with the click clack
Raid off the rip that , pants tripp trap
Running these bands, throwing hands if your with that
Shake from the kick back, better get back
Targets align, sight set from the hip strap
Fold, seen the chip stack
Couldn't grip that 
Shatter, ascend, till the end, feel the end!

Sent to, destroy you
Man down, zar put an end to
Lead flew, right into
Your crown, glock will reset you
Tread through, my steel blue
Four pound, chewed like a senzu
Press who? Wont let you
Stand ground, bells sound

They, will lose
Off rip, glock spit
Blade, i use
Gothic, toxic
Lay, the fuse
Bomb shit islam shit
Made, the news
Mop shit from off ship!

Clutch got the big mac, better get back
Forcing my hand, aim steady, with the click clack
Raid off the rip that , pants tripp trap
Running these bands, throwing hands if your with that
Shake from the kick back, better get back
Targets align, sight set from the hip strap
Fold, seen the chip stack
Couldn't grip that 
Shatter, ascend, till the end, feel the end!

Acid Burn

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XZARKHAN - Acid Burn (Prod. DeathW!sh)

Mistake  (Prod. ZCR)

LYRICS //


[Chorus]
Lock up bitch this a manhunt
Load up bitch this a manhunt 
There ain’t no survivors in this manhunt
Everybody dies in this manhunt
How much you want to bet I’ll make a new cunt for ya?
I’m grimey as the fuck and I’m urging to rip organs out
Man hunt (x4)

[Verse]
Am I crazy for not caring? I guess so
Someone just got blown up across the street though
I am desensitized from all the blood shed
Am I really evil for what’s in my head?
Feel me inside your chest pulling your heart out
Killing you slowly, go ‘head and pass out
I don’t get paid enough for taking trash out
Pyro don’t you spazz out

[Bridge]
I’m so done with growing attachments 
They just keep on leaving
I’m sick of this madness

[Chorus]
Lock up bitch this a manhunt
Load up bitch this a manhunt 
There ain’t no survivors in this manhunt
Everybody dies in this manhunt
How much you want to bet I’ll make a new cunt for ya?
I’m grimey as the fuck and I’m urging to rip organs out
Man hunt (x4)

[Verse]
I ain’t wanna do it but I had to
Fuck you,
Fuck that nigga, we bounce and then catch up to ya 
Triple the heat you triple the threat 
We let them sticks bark at niggas and sic em to death
I’m sicker than the average nigga I stick wit a tec
I don’t hang with passive niggas i bang on my chest 
You act like you a savage nigga but stay with a vest

I’m comin wit the brimstone, AK, hellfire, mayday 

I’m never stressing on these niggas roll em out of my way 
(Just go away)
If you had to pick your last words nigga what would you say?  
(I’d say)

[Chorus]
Lock up bitch this a manhunt
Load up bitch this a manhunt 
There ain’t no survivors in this manhunt
Everybody dies in this manhunt
How much you want to bet I’ll make a new cunt for ya?
I’m grimey as the fuck and I’m urging to rip organs out
Man hunt (x4)

MANHUNT FT. YUNG-RARE ☢️ (PROD. SINGE)

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