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

Lyrics:
Rip open the back door 

Flick off a lil whack hoe

I cant show my face 



Already look like im dead 



Partnas getting stacks tho 

I cant lose my faith bro 



Feels like im just outside my body and lookin in



Losing all of my mental just to feed up all of my kinfolk cant straight im feeling real sinful 

Burn this rubber off that import you a fed lookin for more info what i said isnt no insult 

Why all these rappers just saying the same things and letting it get to they muhfuckin head? He -head -head 





Swerving thru yo lane shawty

You aint getting paid shawty 

Why tf u making all them songs and boasting mid 



I know yous a lame shawty 

You aint hit no stain shawty 

How tf you aint got no gun

 ikno yous a bitch 









Bum pullin up with them bands mane

Glock 40 covered in red stains 

Kick on the choppa like sensei 

Rotten and bummy since 98



Why they need a coolin kit when they dont use that heat bro 

Playing w that fye that boy end up w a heat stroke




I can’t take none of you serious
Heavy flow of cash
compare it to a period
They been piling trash
I dig a new grave
when I hear this shit
took a second to go this fast
lemme see what gear it’s in
It should say it on the dash

top five at least
1st spot in top three
That wrist watch
can’t clock me
You bitches ain’t gon stop me
Ankle deep inside that water
When I Drop heat
It’s like I’m hovering
over my body
I can see all that
Gotta get on it
Yea
I been near
Extinction
What they thinkin
Im still crawling yea,
Know my future creepin
Sunrise peakin
Wanna be ballin
Yea

Save me from myself
I’m overwhelmed
You never felt what I felt
Im livin hell
Fuck whatever cards were dealt,
Just be yourself
If it’s chronic that I smelt
It’s top shelf
You Closed minded
livin im the Bible Belt
Don’t be judging when ya face
start to muthafuckin melt
Start to muthafuckin

KEEP IT ON MY SIDE - bumboi w GREYKILLAKILLA (prod. bumboi)

Java

STASIS

LYRICS:

While you running yo mouth 
Bum he been holding it down 
Choppin the competition tryna find my own style 
Member them days in the crown 
I aint have shit to my name now im up the clouds
Leave his nose wet like a clown 
Partna gon pull up with rounds 
Fight night how i make em just throw in the towel 
These rappers cant fw me now 

Known to be coolin 
Dont talk bout yo bullshit
Im not in yo business 
I dont really care 

She say im the rudest
These rappers my students 
They copy my flows 
and its gettin no where 

Yeah i just do this for kinfolk
And im smokin the pack like its menthol
Flip a script off the boat for tha indo 
Im a dirty gorilla like king kong 

When i jumped in the game it changed everything 
Mane i shine in the dark like a diamond ring 
Underestimated never hated they gon realize im meant for these bigger dreams 

Pop a new dose im off again 
Got this lil dose of confidence 
Im from the nawf the south the west
Always droppin cus it i want me a benz



Keep my name up out yo neck
Lace some fent right thru yo nose
Pop a - pop another rapper i cant fw all these hoes 

I cant talk i need my check
Wheres the hash im gettin blowed 
Choppa - choppa get to kickin push yo wig back to yo soul

KING KONG - bumboi w/ $allen (prod. bumboi x $allen)

*OFFICIAL AUDIO*

SHWINN - GUCCI GHILLIE SUIT (PROD. VRYNOAH)

GUCCI GHILLIE SUIT (PROD. VRYNOAH)

2 years isn’t that long is it?

Quarter Saved Quarter Smoked

Evil Boom Bap

A N T I S O C I A L

Is This Beauty?

KNEECAPS ONLY EXIST TO GET HIT WITH... GRACE ONLY EXISTS TO BE

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