INFRARED - bumboi ft 870glizzy (prod. bumboi)

LYRICS :
Pop-pop out with that galick gun 

Feed her some my kakarot 

Banana be my clip drum hitting like its donkey kong

Jumping over barrels im not one to save a hoe nah 

Get the hell up out my face i need another gold star 



All these other rappers cappin talkin bout some redrum 

Only thing get cut up is yo fatass need a niptuck 

nagging so much worse than a lil bitch up on her menstrual 

Acting like im pressed about a bird i never gave a fuck 



Fuck fuck fuck 

South side playaz we gon pull up to yo crib 

Knock knock playa may i mack up on yo trick 

I dont even gotta ask she already let me in 



Call me kjay when i lose i still feel like im gon win 

If im outta mind im outta sight aint got time for no friends 

Why they talk behind my back the voices tell me everything 

I know it sound a lil crazy i aint wrong yous a bitch 







I been 

Trying

Too much

To let it go 



Keep yo 

silence 

Before 

I let it blow


Got that bitch howlin gutter to the moonlight 247 throw the blade like a kunai
24k chrome armour sittin poolside
White bitch HOLLUP wait bitch
get the noose tied 
F -fuck -fuck your clique it’s ab6 or dsg
Now that I ain’t w yo bitch no more I left that for the streets
Yung gutt in the cut steady posted w the fleet
Bitch im hoppin on these beats and steady walking like I’m gleesh

Gleesh walk do it all for the set
I keep em all out of breathe I hit the mall with the tech
I tell er baby don’t you worry got it all in the bag
But anyway it doesn’t matter bitch we all living dead

Gs up
hoes down
For the neck
3s up
Ghost out
You a pawn for the rest
Who was that like I don’t know em
treat em like they cigarettes
I’m Out the flames I’m with a sword
I Put Diamond on my chest

DUNGEON QUEST 1998 - bumboi w gutterbousouz (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 - Countdown

SAPPHIRE GOLD+

SAPPHIRE GOLD

Luiza

Java

Built on Sand

OUTLAW

Lyrics:

bumboi:
Down from the south to the north we some playas

Down down from the south to the north we some playas



Call up yung chop he might pop 
he gon spray sum 
Let that boy talk he a mop 
He might say sum 
Only time she call when she want 
me to lay some
Straight from the south to tha north we gon
Bake em 

Brodie said he want all the muhfuckin smoke yea 

Why he talkin sick better go n wipe his nose yea 

Say he got a cold we gon hang em like a coat
Then

Throw em in the sticks let him find his way home 
Yea


Uh 
he aint about it 
He be steady pillow talkin boy ikno he rattin
Grimey as them bugs that be stuck up in his mattress
Why he plottin on the bum boy u kno that gon end tragic

Aye yo money short just like it todo
Pull up to yo scene finna shoot it like a photo 

I aint never been the one to play tho
let the lemon squeeze
We gon fold em like some playdoh

Uh uh uh 
Uh uh uh uh uh 


T-Choppa:
 tell me why you looking neckless
Big chop pop mop hella reckless
Mofucker life I’m dip where the exit
If you wanna problem wit me den come press
the way you keep my dick up in yo mouth impressive 
anything thing we drop make the ops uneasy
Ima keep g gotta keep hair greezy
I’m hella fucking mad ayo bum pass bleezy 
Hot box shit like we kicking tip 
U don’t fucking we den you can suck a pp
I’m da beetle juice in cope moving creepy
Im horn dog mama best not tease me
Ima get these bands yeah my hands look cheesy
Pull up bow bow wow do a motherfucker greezy

BAGITARIUS - bumboi x t choppa (prod.bumboi)

If he walked how hes talking i dont he’d speak again
Couldnt care if you agreed with it
I dont need a approval, opinions, religion you follow a guide and you’re still a shit person
There is no God in my verses, maybe some ego atleast there’s a purpose
I could never be the motherfucker on the cover, i dont get along with others purely due to my discernment
Wearing a mask for immersion, go figure they hate every version
I dont wanna try to safe face anyway, mane who am I impressing everybody’s straight worthless
Let em fly high where the birds be
When these fuckers die it really hurts me
We were in the middle of a surgery
Spirits stuck wander in purgatory
Lethargic you harmless, not predatory
Regardless youre parked in infirmatory 
The way that I view you derogatory 
Shrine made of your organs in the dormitory 
Irrelevant i wanna sever shit im on a separate path, bullet his brain and I laugh, bully his bride and i dash, burning up hash, lowkey Im mad
Heavy with the weapon spreading lead Im on the way to heaven they gon send me back to send a message to the masses but they slower than molasses I dont care how much time passes I just wanna touch the ashes of the past
Couldnt care less that the shit that I say may come off as a cringey remark 
Now hes biting the curb he got parked and if that boy was smart he would never had tried me, he barked
Boy he had heart
Had cuz its past tense Im having a half of his heart on the shelf, been displaying it like hes an elk
Cards in your hand have been dealt, couldve been worse you admit it yourself
Next is your kin, youre not alone in hell
Who am i kidding? Its solitude cells
Less than in prison but still youre a shell
Materialistic, new belt
I dont wanna go til I really know if there is afterlife Id rather there is no
Id rather not another place im sharing with you hoes
I dont wanna see you motherfuckers as a ghost
Ima bleed another motherfucker let em know
Ouija do the most, Ouija overdosed
Ouija isnt nothing but the lowest of the low
Ouija with the squeegee with the pole gotta scope
So low, a motherfucker solo to my life im a no show
Leaking red, rojo, you dont really wanna know hoe, like Im falling in a trap door Ouijaboy

SOLO (SO LOW)

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