Playlist 2

where'd you go?

Fukkit

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

destination

killstation & joei razook - cracks (prod. killstation)

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:

.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

IT$OKTOCRY X LiL PEEP  - SIXTEEN SWISHERS Ft. Yunggoth (Prod.DJPaTT)

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)

Itsoktocry - WeWearPinkOnWednesdays (Prod. by Lanlord)

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)

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*

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rap: @slimso420
beat: @conspiracy_flat
mix/master: @melano_play4me
clip: @tiborkuna

Produced in ConspiracyFlat Studio
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Slimso - Rich (prod. ConspiracyFlat)

MUSIC VIDEO HERE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rFnxG-p_3Oo

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Intro:
Will you go the distance?

Chorus:
I’m like where’d you go?
Oooh ooh , I came in this shit outta nowhere
Yeah I didn’t mean to scare you bro!
Used to look around they like “where he go?”
Now they see me everywhere they like “there he go”
Uh, back again
Every track running laps again
Same old me with the same old dreams
But I’m never fucking thinking ‘bout the past again

Verse 1:
No matter where I go I’m not fitting in
Back in my class they laughed at my tracks since I was a little kid
That had me wanting to quit
I was all alone cause I ain’t follow their shit
And now look how ironic it is
Cause they follow the kid
And I ain’t even following shit
Back in the mix I’m in the game now
The industry think I’m a gimmick they laugh at me it’s all the same now
So imma clap my hands, a perpetual misfit
Numbers get big my math skills simplistic
Watch em all cry I’m lowkey sadistic
Blink three times, like ooh, you must’ve missed it

Chorus:
I’m like where’d you go?
Oooh ooh , I came in this shit outta nowhere
Yeah I didn’t mean to scare you bro!
Used to look around they like “where he go?”
Now they see me everywhere they like “there he go”
Uh, back again
Every track running laps again
Same old me with the same old dreams
But I’m never fucking thinking ‘bout the past again

Verse 2:
Yeah I earned so many stripes I’m on my zebra shit
I’m tryna stop myself from killin’ you bitches, I’m on my PETA shit,
You can’t stop me, you just Tweet a bit
You can’t stop me, how many times should I repeat this shit?
Congrats on your five percent royalty check
I get more streams than you without the editorial press
Without selling my career to fucking corporate heads
So when they ask how much I get I say “a hundred percent”
Ooh
And as a kid they made me think I was different
Thank God for that cause I wouldn’t be shit if they didn’t
I asked everybody “are you gonna go the distance?”
I just heard “no and no and no” like Simon Cowell in his show’s decisions
Uh, so maybe I’m better off
Not being fucking accepted
Every line they presented I went across
Told me there wasn’t a lane, so I built me a plane and I got in and headed off
They can’t see me through the clouds they look around and they like where’d you go?
Chorus:
I’m like where’d you go?
Oooh ooh , I came in this shit outta nowhere
Yeah I didn’t mean to scare you bro!
Used to look around they like “where he go?”
Now they see me everywhere they like “there he go”
Uh, back again
Every track running laps again
Same old me with the same old dreams
But I’m never fucking thinking ‘bout the past again

WHERE'D YOU GO?

#SCFIRST

MASN Featuring Trippie Redd - "Psycho!" (Remix)

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Psycho! (Remix)

Psycho! (Remix) [feat. Trippie Redd]

Stream/Download

Prod. Nick Mira x Taz Taylor x Repko x TheSkyBeats & Saint Luca

Lil Tecca - Out Of Love

Dax - "Coronavirus" (State Of Emergency Freestyle)

Fukkit - Multiply (Prod. Spyrosocold)

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)

Fukkit & Gelli - Only You (Remix)

Fukkit - Subliminal (Prod. otwljupiter)

Fukkit - Bird Suit (Prod. otwljupiter)

Fukkit - Used To (Prod. Ambush)

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