Fukkit - White Russian (Prod. Zinwav)

Bass so nasty it could destroy a whole Victorian village
(LYRICS)
Red
All I see you know I’m on go
Head
Aiming with the pole let it go
Dead
Always on my toes for the foes
Said
That you been bro you a hoe

Plead
Boy you just a joke acting broke
Bet
Villain gon blow when it’s smoke
Bled
For everything I own check yo tone
Dread
Feel it yo bones when I’m shown

Yea I love smoke got em thinking I’m a Rasta
Things get hot he ain’t hard he some pasta
They ain’t ever trap you a rap imposter
Highest in the room yea I’m moving like a saucer
Flipping my prescriptions yea the plug has been my doctor
Homie off the lean we don’t ever have cough sir
Fake Louis V take your bread I’m a robber
We just trying eat go and flex and think ya awesome
Laughing till a hole in his head now he dolphin
Ima be this way till I drop in a coffin
Join the revolution cuz you know we never stopping
Music live forever but these pills I’m steady popping

Red
All I see you know I’m on go
Head
Aiming with the pole let it go
Dead
Always on my toes for the foes
Said
That you been bro you a hoe

Waka flocka flame shit rolling with a SK
Shawty doing tricks Ima put her in the X games
Speaking with my chest while they working on they text game
Crying bout a bag while I’m looking next for my stain
Look up on a milk box all you see my head brain
Pull up like the boys ain’t a hero yea I’m insane
Gas mask of my face talking like big Bane
Not a trend setter yea I’m something like The Big Bang
Shawty super smart yea she giving me some great brain
I be running through hoes like I’m fucking whole grain
Lil off the top ima turn em into Cobain
I be off the dope just to cope like I’m Cobain

Red
All I see you know I’m on go
Head
Aiming with the pole let it go
Dead
Always on my toes for the foes
Said
That you been bro you a hoe

Waka flocka flame shit rolling with a SK
Shawty doing tricks Ima put her in the X games
Speaking with my chest while they working on they text game
Crying bout a bag while looking next for my stain

HOT HEAD

HOOK

HANDS UP 6x
HANDS UP 5x
It’s a Robbery hoe 
HANDS UP 6x
HANDS UP 5x
It’s a Robbery hoe 

Verse 1 

Ran down on dat boy I came thru looking for the dough
Leaving wit da dough or bitch I’m leaving wit ya soul
Whatchu wanna do?
Rolling off a mothafuckin pill or two
1 or 2 you got like 5 seconds Whatchu finna choose?
English or Spanish da way he froze up
Smoking on something that’ll turn yo nose up
Gas nigga
You da type nigga to turn a hoes up
Im da type to dip after da how fucked 
Pouring a 4 up of da purp I got krunk in my cup-
Dexter’s laboratory these “living bullets” be fast as fuck
Johnny test I got 2 twins in the cut
Bitch I’m talking bout these twin glocks nigga put yo hands up

HOOK

HANDS UP 6x
HANDS UP 5x
It’s a Robbery hoe 
HANDS UP 6x
HANDS UP 5x
It’s a Robbery hoe 

Verse 2

Bitch I’m always pistol gripping
Don’t wanna be da one dats slipping
If they catch me without it I’ll be another statistic
So I can’t lack
Left home I’m determined to make it back
Make me go tow Mater on the trigga
Watch me pull dat
Watch me pull dat
Watch me pull dat
Wa-w- wa- wa-wa- watch me pull dat
Watch me pull dat
Watch me pull dat
Watch me pull dat
Wa-w- wa- wa-wa- watch me pull dat
.45, 30 clip 
Count lives, wit this bitch
Rocking wit dem guys you can die wit em bitch
Suicide if he try to compete
Blacked out when I creep, choppa lay dat boy to sleep
Don’t forget the sheets, tuck em in
If it’s up let it be dat den
You lil niggas boys why da hell you tryna beef wit men
Choppa like a pedophile let it touch da boy den
Tasmanian devil all my demons they be out to spin

HOOK

HANDS UP 6x
HANDS UP 5x
It’s a Robbery hoe 
HANDS UP 6x
HANDS UP 5x
It’s a Robbery hoe

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Numb

📀 Straight Out the Boombox – Album Bio

Straight Out the Boombox is the sound of concrete dreams and midnight hustles — a full-throttle ride through alley smoke, rooftop echoes, and the pulse of the block. Phantom Bloc delivers fifteen tracks of heavy-hitting street poetry, basslines that shake brick walls, and hooks steeped in West Coast grit and East Coast swagger.

From the spectral hustle of "Ghost Cash" and the asphalt grit of "Lines in the Concrete", to the engine-revving swagger of "Boom-Rider" and the wild block-party chaos of "Wopbabalubop", every song is a scene straight out of the cipher.
"Dedicated", "Brooklyn Kings", and "Dust to Dollars" tip the cap to the grind and to the legends — with certain cuts paying homage to the smoke-soaked swagger of Cypress Hill, the soul-fused grit of Everlast, and the funked-up bounce of Funkdoobiest.

The tension cuts deep with "Blood Money" and "La Sangre No Miente", before the crew resurrects the raw in "Back From the Casket". Nova Rex brings fire to "Turn the Night Gold" and drapes the VIP ropes in "Velvet Rope Royalty". "Coast Glide" smooths the ride like golden-hour sun on chrome, before the grand finale — "Ibracadabra!", a swagger-drenched tribute to the king of confidence himself, Zlatan Ibrahimović.

It’s more than an album — it’s a street sermon, a love letter to hip-hop’s fearless innovators, and a reminder that some legends never die… they just keep blasting from the boombox.

Dust To Dollars

GUCCI ROTTEN (FEAT. ZOTIYAC) [PROD. BY DOWNTIME & KEADREAN]

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