prod. teen leno

deleted hella comments removed hella likes

crystal ball

Kiropullux - in the morning (feat. lonelyroseinthegarden & G3ARMATIC)

prod. ross gossage

in the morning

black cherry

bitch boy

G3ARMATIC & cometsfuneral - bonnie and clyde

prod. reydzu

bonnie and clyde

G3ARMATIC & Amante2K14 - plead (feat. iayze)

prod bloom

plead (feat. iayze)

G3ARMATIC & jssr - real shit 
stolen open or wtv

prod fwthis1will

real shit

wock

G3ARMATIC. valu, kxndy & cometsfuneral - moncler

prod becker & olivereaston 


mastered by locuralyn
lieu at the beginning cuz ye

moncler

G3ARMATIC & FarrellB - wacked

prod cacija

wacked

G3ARMATIC & cometsfuneral - faded

prod xangang

faded

poster (feat. cometsfuneral, FarrellB, mig & averz)

[-] DREAMTHUG EXCLUSIVE [-]

prod. MAX2K10 

verses in order 

(intro ches verse and dreamthug tag)
1. cometsfuneral (0:28 - 0:55) 
2. g3armatic (0:55 - 1:23)
3. farrellb (1:23 - 1:51)
4. mig (1:51 - 2:18)
5. texako (2:18 - 2:46)
6. soser (2:46 - 3:13)
7. fendi (3:13 - 3:41)
8. ayerp (3:41 - 4:08)
9. averzsucks (4:08 - 4:35)
10. che (4:35 - 5:14)

poster (feat. cometsfuneral, FarrellB, mig, Texako, soser, fendi, ayerp, averz & che)

Produced by: jxcob

Artist(s): @longnightintokyo @hunnasos @__migx

Producer(s): @jxcccobbb

Stream on other platforms:

https://open.spotify.com/track/1tdWSRug2CZmWxMFrSo2yJ?si=90af268a17964916
https://music.apple.com/us/album/red-wine-feat-soser-mig-g3armatic/1745862687?i=1745862688

Lyrics:

Yeah huh,
She know we sip mud,
Outside, nigga like what?
Bitch tryna see me, hell nah,
Bitch just give me yo jaw.
All these niggas move flawed,
All of my niggas do fraud.
Move 10 bands on god,
Big ass chops like COD.
One wrong move, get fried,
Bitch want take this rode.
Outside, I'm outside,
We outside, no lie.
Wake up then get high,
I can't tell her "hi".
Lil bitch I don't lie,
What's been on yo mind?
I sip drank not wine.

Bitch, this red not wine.
You know you too fine,
Argue all the time.
Baby don't blow my high.
I'm tryna break that spine,
Tell the truth, no lie.
You stay on my mind,
I ain't gotta lie.
You want me to die,
Tell yo hoe is crying,
Tell that hoe is crying.
Baby, shut ya eyes,
Now I'm leaving, bye,
Now I'm leaving, bye.

Never left behind.
But it's a damn shame you is,
Got an Audemars up on the wrist,
And these niggas be moving real bitch.
Lil nigga took my flow,
How you gon switch for a hoe?
My bros and I been on go,
Lil bitch you get kicked out the door.
Good gas, you can see by my eyes,
Run the road with my hand on my fye.
You not gang, yeah you not with the guys,
Been wasting my bread, I ain't wasting no time.
And I'm fine what I do, that shit's on me.
Look at the view, tell me what you see.
I'm on that shit and you know I be,
At a low but you know I'm getting better.
Big stick, bitch I keep a beretta.
Love cheese, bitch I get to the feta.
Ha, bitch I ball, I been on shit, shit I do it all,
I don't catch bitches when they fucking fall.
Been ignoring hoes, I don't answer calls.

Mixed and Mastered by: G3ARMATIC, soser & mig

red wine (feat. soser & mig)

Produced by: tankgonexo & vvsmalibu

Artist(s): @longnightintokyo

Producer(s): @tankgonexo @vvsmalibu

Stream on other platforms:

https://open.spotify.com/track/2qgD0aYTwC9LisxoxuVSpW?si=b159467b0e074e57
https://music.apple.com/us/album/clutch/1755820641?i=1755820642

Lyrics:

Yeah, got mud in my cup, think I sip too much
And I’m not tryna think 'bout this shit too much
Got a brand new stick, got that shit in clutch
No, I cannot focus
Bad bitch make that hoe bloom like a lotus
I could go up but I don’t think you’d notice
And I’m the GOAT and I hope that you know this
Yeah, I hope that you know that I'm him
White baller know that he hang off the rim
He talk on the gang and we taking his sim, oh yeah
Know that I get in ya head, know that I'm tryna fuck up ya mind
And you mine, bad bitch, she too fine

Ha, we both know I did shit
On yo block, I spin shit
Huh, but it’s better if you don’t know
I need like 30 for a fucking show
I cannot waste a dime on a hoe
I’m on a addy, you know I'm on go
I ain’t been getting any sleep
Melatonin falling too deep
And these lil hoes moving too cheap
Shut ya mouth, not tryna hear a peep
I’m doing fine, I’ll be okay
Might walk through the halls with a damn AK
Bitch, get out my place, yeah, hoe, go away
You is not my bitch, yeah, you not my bae

Yeah, got mud in my cup, think I sip too much
And I’m not tryna think 'bout this shit too much
Got a brand new stick, got that shit in clutch
No, I cannot focus
Bad bitch make that hoe bloom like a lotus
I could go up but I don’t think you’d notice
And I’m the GOAT and I hope that you know this
Yeah, I hope that you know that I'm him
White baller know that he hang off the rim
He talk on the gang and we taking his sim, oh yeah
Know that I get in ya head, know that I'm tryna fuck up ya mind
And you mine, bad bitch, she too fine

Mixed and Mastered by: G3ARMATIC, cometsfuneral, locuralyn & valu

clutch

Produced by: jxcob

Artist(s): @longnightintokyo @hunnasos

Producer(s): @jxcccobbb

Stream on other platforms:

https://open.spotify.com/track/6jbDElmRjryh82Ccw37odV?si=d87dca622ca7415d
https://music.apple.com/us/album/no-hablo-feat-soser/1758537136?i=1758537137

Lyrics:

Yeah,
Yeah,
Yeah.

What you thought 'bout that?
What you thought I said?
Hoe, she love my face.
Yo bitch just got faced.
All them bands on me,
Lil' hoe I ain't phased.
I leave, you ain't change,
But you said you changed.
Bitch, she love my chain.
I love when it rain.
Lil' hoe say my name.
One shot, bitch, go bang.
These niggas so lame,
And the cops just came.
No hablo inglés.
Bitch, fuck the internet.
You know I'm tryn' get in that.
Yeah, riding with plenty mags.
I send while I'm sitting back.
Yeah, bitch, I'm getting that.
These niggas know I got plenty racks.
Yeah.
Just say no.

I can't fold, yeah.
Shit, I want dough,
And I want more.
Big ass sticks we hold.
Run up acting bold.
You talking that shit, send a round through yo stomach,
And yo bitch on my dick, and she blow it like trumpet.
You can get hit if you talking that tough shit.
Full clip in the chop, bitch, I'm just tryna dump it.
Yeah, walk in the spot, you know I walk in the spot.
I need a cup of some, you know I don’t need a lot.
I’m not tryna fight, no, I cannot fight with a hoe.
Know you still tryna bite, but I still found a light for you, though.
My back, this bitch on my back.
Bitch, I’m on the road with my hand on my Mac.
Ain’t have to say shit, got yo bitch on my sack.
They not on the wave, these niggas move flacc.

Mixed and Mastered by: G3ARMATIC & soser

no hablo (feat. soser)

Produced by: cometsfuneral

Artist(s): @longnightintokyo

Producer(s): @cometsfuneral

Stream on other platforms:

https://open.spotify.com/track/2jWGCkaCE9737TqCRu5079?si=c1ae2250338f4505
https://music.apple.com/us/album/pop-shit/1758870217?i=1758870218

Lyrics:

Yeah, I said I'm on shit, I'm really on shit.
These niggas dropship, I pop shit.
And I ain't boxing, this Draco popping, yeah.
And I ain't stopping ya.
We got hella sticks, know we bring the knocks up in here.
I could say shit, but you know the words not sincere.
Know these words, they don't matter.
Bad bitch say my name, I'm her master.
And these rackies come in faster, oh yeah.
No, I can't switch on twin, we the same side.
Why this nigga tryna run? No, he can't hide.

Bitch, I'm in that 4-door.
These niggas be bozos.
Shouts out to my bro-bro.
I said shouts out to Kyoto.
Yeah, shouts out to my brother, know we locked in.
No, I can't fucking rush, nigga, Stockton.
No, I'm not in a rush, I'm Percy Noddin'.
And no, you're not my brother, yeah, you're not in.

Yeah, I said I'm on shit, I'm really on shit.
These niggas dropship, I pop shit.
And I ain't boxing, this Draco popping, yeah.
And I ain't stopping ya.
We got hella sticks, know we bring the knocks up in here.
I could say shit, but you know the words not sincere.
I could say shit, why the fuck would it matter?
Big-body Trackhawk going faster.
In that big-body Lamb Truck.
She know I'm tryna fuck.
She know I'm tryna link.
Her throat, it got me stuck.
I can't cry 'bout no fucking bitch, 'bout no fucking hoe.
Know she love the flow, know she love the style.
But her sister love it more.
And she, yeah, she love me more than she gon' ever show.
She tryna take control, but I can't show submission to no hoe.

Yeah, I said I'm on shit, I'm really on shit.
These niggas dropship, I pop shit.
And I ain't boxing, this Draco popping, yeah.
And I ain't stopping ya.
We got hella sticks, know we bring the knocks up in here.
I could say shit, but you know the words not sincere.

Mixed and Mastered by: G3ARMATIC & cometsfuneral

pop shit

Produced by: gfelds

Artist(s): @longnightintokyo @cometsfuneral
@stuullo

Producer(s): @gfelds1

Stream on other platforms:

https://open.spotify.com/track/5u3Cmc9YsfWvps9oT54jIN?si=017e5ac7d23b4e7b
https://music.apple.com/us/album/wrapped-feat-cometsfuneral-stuullo/1769810804?i=1769810805

Mixed and Mastered by: G3ARMATIC, cometsfuneral & stuullo

wrapped (feat. cometsfuneral & stuullo)

Produced by: vvsmalibu 

Artist(s): @longnightintokyo @cometsfuneral

Producer(s): @vvsmalibu

Stream on other platforms:

https://open.spotify.com/track/2pCShhUHk1XgSgdWzJ1x0I?si=bb30aede0e3944f9
https://music.apple.com/us/album/casually-feat-cometsfuneral/1773672864?i=1773672865

Mixed and Mastered by: G3ARMATIC & cometsfuneral

casually (feat. cometsfuneral)

Produced by: jxcob

Artist(s): @longnightintokyo @hunnasos @untitledkd

Producer(s): @jxcccobbb

Stream on other platforms:

https://open.spotify.com/track/4HNjmxBLtSbDvLjtGqSrjN?si=b542bca333ba4662
https://music.apple.com/us/album/lick-it-feat-soser-kd/1775964628?i=1775964629

Mixed and Mastered by: G3ARMATIC, cometsfuneral, KD!, soser, psyndguap & Amante2K14

lick It (feat. soser & KD!)

Produced by: cwta & heyyjojo

Artist(s): @longnightintokyo

Producer(s): @cwtak @heyyjojo.flp

Stream on other platforms:

https://open.spotify.com/track/3MCZJwZIjGzYmLpEWIom2v?si=551b120185b74519
https://music.apple.com/us/album/say-too-much/1780134437?i=1780134438

Lyrics:

I can’t say too much.
No, I’m not tryna fall through.
No, I can’t fall in that trap.
Know niggas hate what I do.
Lame niggas hate how I move,
But they gon’ copy what I say.
No, you can’t copy how I feel.
You talk on gang, get you peeled,
And no, yo music don’t appeal.
I’m in that jungle, in that field.
I’m in that big Tonka trunk.
I’m not tryna get to yo bitch, know a nigga get to the bucks.
Not gang, no, he not one of us.
Uh, run it back, know I let that choppa bust.
Let that choppa creek, lame niggaa, if you sippin' on that tus.

I pour the Quagen in the Voss.
Heard that niggaa talking on the gang, but we know that lil' nigga really lost.
And my bitch want a bag, and I got that, nigga, fuck the cost.
Been money stacking like a boss.
No, I can’t fucking sleep;
In my bed, know I fucking toss (and turn).
I don’t give a fuck what you heard.
And I’m tryna roll on your block.
I been with them Taliban Kurds.
Like, fuck what you need,
I’m tryna give you what you want.
Come get that shit right with me,
And I’m already knowing what you want.

I can’t say too much.
No, I’m not tryna fall through.
No, I can’t fall in that trap.
Know niggas hate what I do.
Lame niggas hate how I move,
But they gon’ copy what I say.
No, you can’t copy how I feel.
You talk on gang, get you peeled,
And no, yo music don’t appeal.
I’m in that jungle, in that field.
I’m in that big Tonka trunk.
I’m not tryna get to yo bitch, know a nigga get to the bucks.
Not gang, no, he not one of us.
Uh, run it back, know I let that choppa bust.
Let that choppa creek, lame niggaa, if you sippin' on that tus.

Mixed and Mastered by: G3ARMATIC

say too much

Produced by: psyndguap, xai.flp & rio leyva

Artist(s): @longnightintokyo

Producer(s): @qsyndguap @xai.flp @rioleyva

Stream on other platforms:

https://open.spotify.com/track/2f93ct8lY4gEvdJn1HOYZW?si=312a0b7a0bcf4cd4
https://music.apple.com/us/album/troops/1796569728?i=1796569939

Lyrics:

Yeah, I told the bitch, fuck out my way
You know I do what I want
nigga, I do what I say
Uh, you got money, I got more
I'm a real nigga, give a fuck 'bout a show
Need a fat wood so it hit to the soul
I had to knock that boy off, had to up me the score
Half a month, no, I ain’t make shit
Big chop, give his stomach a pit
Get down, told a lil nigga sit
New bag, no, the choppa ain’t fit
New bag for ya hoe
I done got a bag for ya bitch
I’m on the block I’m tryna get rich
I’m in Saks, posted up with Mitch

Uh, I’m in this shit with Lil Yac
I cannot fuck with these niggas, they wack
And I ain’t turning my back
On my brothers, they won’t do it back
Yeah, I been sick since Monday
Real shit, I’m in love with the money
Not on shit, no, these niggas won’t run fade
Send ya track, tryna see what my son made
Yeah, know I’m tryna send bullets
Know told my lil brother cool it
And you know a nigga, he been cooling
In the night, nigga, I been ghouling
Shouts out my brother nigga for the loop
I pour Wock, nigga, like it’s soup
Not my brother, not in the group
I’m outside, posted with my troops

Yeah, I told the bitch, fuck out my way
You know I do what I want
nigga, I do what I say
Uh, you got money, I got more
I'm a real nigga, give a fuck 'bout a show
Need a fat wood so it hit to the soul
I had to knock that boy off, had to up me the score
Half a month, no, I ain’t make shit
Big chop, give his stomach a pit
Get down, told a lil nigga sit
New bag, no, the choppa ain’t fit
New bag for ya hoe
I done got a bag for ya bitch
I’m on the block I’m tryna get rich
I’m in Saks, posted up with Mitch

Mixed and Mastered by: G3ARMATIC

troops

Produced by: CXO

Artist(s): @longnightintokyo

Producer(s): @cxo2k

Stream on other platforms:

N/A

Lyrics:

I got a snow bunny bitch.  
I can’t put my all in a bitch.  
I just hit my bro in the 6.  
Talk out, get you put in that mix.  
Told the bitch, "Go pose for the pic."  
Got this bad bitch on my mind.  
Talk shit, nigga, you dying.  
Why this nigga tryna take my shine?  
I got the racks poppin’ out my pocket.  
I’m on yo block, posted with that rocket.  
Know a nigga stayin’ with them chopsticks.  
If she want that shit, know I got dick.  
Popped a fake Perc, and I got sick.  
If the Draco miss, then the Glock hit.  
Off the drank, now a nigga nauseous.  

And yo new mans, know he not shit.  
Yeah, yo new man, no, he not me.  
Knock a nigga soul out his white tee.  
Got a weird hoe, she a Pisces.  
Don’t cop shit, i'm scam likely.  
Yeah, 4Lines who I might be.  
Yeah, I pop out in that shiesty.  
And I shoot a chop, somethin’ like Spike Lee.  
I just hit a new bitch, and my main bitch, she ain’t know.  
I'm tryna get my guap, nigga, gettin’ all my dough.  
Huh, know I hit the bitch, then I kick the bitch out the door.  
(Know I hit the bitch, then I kick the bitch out the door.)  

I got a snow bunny bitch.  
I can’t put my all in a bitch.  
I just hit my bro in the 6.  
Talk out, get you put in that mix.  
Told the bitch, "Go pose for the pic."  
Got this bad bitch on my mind.  
Talk shit, nigga, you dying.  
Why this nigga tryna take my shine?  
I got the racks poppin’ out my pocket.  
I’m on yo block, posted with that rocket.  
Know a nigga stayin’ with them chopsticks.  
If she want that shit, know I got dick.  
Popped a fake Perc, and I got sick.  
If the Draco miss, then the Glock hit.  
Off the drank, now a nigga nauseous.  

Mixed and Mastered by: G3ARMATIC & cometsfuneral

chopsticks

Produced by: fukkmetta & Envy jc

Artist(s): @longnightintokyo

Producer(s): @fukkmetta @envy_jc16

Stream on other platforms:

https://open.spotify.com/track/60ZmbZhZKXkl5UJSM4QD0E?si=7e90f66a03394713
https://music.apple.com/us/album/cigarillo-single/1811888884

Lyrics:

ain’t been rolling cigarillo
this shit won’t be long, but
only time will tell, though
not shit you could tell me
got shit i could tell, though
and this pack came from jamaica, shawty
i know you could tell, though
and i pulled just to tear it up
and i’m sorry if i’m tearing ya
done got past all my bitches, you i’m caring for
got that pack on my mind
no, i’m not tryna waste time
brodie fucked up off the lines

fuck tuss
that boy got neon guts
i cannot fuck with that bitch
i bet bitch digging to cut
i bet yo hoe digging to fuck
i bet yo hoe tryna come feel on my essence
might hop in that big ass truck
and go out my way to go see where i’m destined
to be or not
if that boy talk, then he getting shot
i see you rot
can’t fuck with these niggas,these niggas be bots
tryna take all that i got
tryna take off like a flight
been 3 days, been 3 nights
and i still ain’t get right

ain’t been rolling cigarillo
this shit won’t be long, but
only time will tell, though
not shit you could tell me
got shit i could tell, though
and this pack came from jamaica, shawty
i know you could tell, though
and i pulled just to tear it up
and i’m sorry if i’m tearing ya
done got past all my bitches, you i’m caring for
got that pack on my mind
no, i’m not tryna waste time
brodie fucked up off the lines

what’s the point
when these lame ass niggas disappoint me
all in my ear, yeah
that shit so annoying
i ain’t one for the bullshit
yeah, i swear that shit boring

Mixed and Mastered by: KD! (@untitledkd)

cigarillo

Produced by: psyndguap

Artist(s): @longnightintokyo

Producer(s): @qsyndguap

Stream on other platforms:

https://open.spotify.com/track/4ctmSFk57hlloAR7V1DlGi?si=a3661f29c59540e6
https://music.apple.com/us/song/big-baller/1816567529

Lyrics:

I ain’t waiting for shit but a fucking bag
I got tooly on my side, give a nigga foot a tag
Yeah, and nigga you a fag
I been too deep in the 4, got the jakes up on my ass
Niggas wouldn’t get it if I showed they ass a rack
I’m a real deal baller, my money looking like Shaq
I’m a real shot collar, a nigga try stab my back
Know I made the little bitch hollar when I dig into her back
Yeah, bitch I feel amazing
Got money on my side like fries, I need ’em Cajun
Packrunner, but you know I need me a vacation
I been running with a stick, it got my heart fucking racing
No pain in this bitch, bullets rain though
Different type of money, but you know that this my main dough
Paki shooter, yeah that nigga looking like Yung Fazo
Bitch, I’m running to the cheddar, to the cheese, to the queso

Ha, fuck around, get your ass dealt with
I’m addicted to the money, I can’t help it
It’s been all about myself, I been selfish
I been moving off the liquor, I got sea sick
Gwuapo how my money always on that P shit
Only fucking with these niggas, they get me rich
Big blunt, I been smoking on that deep dish
Had to play that shit back, I ain’t believe
I ain’t ever need a hand out
Niggas hate the way I’m planning
Smoke til I’m off of this planet
Sending them bullets, they doing some damage
You know I ain’t taking no damn risk
But niggas, they always quick to fucking panic
Fuck on this bitch and the bitch, she went manic
I walked til I couldn’t, but you know I’m standing

I ain’t waiting for shit but a fucking bag
I got tooly on my side, give a nigga foot a tag
Yeah, and nigga you a fag
I been too deep in the 4, got the jakes up on my ass
Niggas wouldn’t get it if I showed they ass a rack
I’m a real deal baller, my money looking like Shaq
I’m a real shot collar, a nigga try stab my back
Know I made the little bitch hollar when I dig into her back
Yeah, bitch I feel amazing
Got money on my side like fries, I need ’em Cajun
Packrunner, but you know I need me a vacation
I been running with a stick, it got my heart fucking racing
No pain in this bitch, bullets rain though
Different type of money, but you know that this my main dough
Paki shooter, yeah that nigga looking like Yung Fazo
Bitch, I’m running to the cheddar, to the cheese, to the queso

Mixed and Mastered by: G3ARMATIC & cometsfuneral

big baller

Produced by: K64W

Artist(s): @longnightintokyo @ihyxumak @rari2u

Producer(s): @k64ww

Stream on other platforms:

N/A

Mixed and Mastered by: G3ARMATIC

borders (feat. yuzoo & Rari)

Produced by: Salem

Artist(s): @longnightintokyo

Producer(s): @sigillumdiabolica

Stream on other platforms:

open.spotify.com/track/0X1AxE40D6WeQBeGwCai73?si=3e93fbb11f1f451a
https://music.apple.com/us/song/wham/1823833074

Lyrics:

Can’t turn my back on ya
I think I fuck with you, I might just throw a rack on ya
Might spend a bag, bitch
You a bad bitch
Can’t puff no K2, I might go bat shit
I just like, yeah, I just like bad hoes
Been swerving pot holes
Yo mans a bot, bro
Money, you got no
Motion, you just bot shit
Pop off like Pop Rocks, on me I pop shit

Doja puff shit, I puff it for ya
Love gas, love the aroma
Ridin’ round with big Glock on me
And that Drac right on my shoulder
Money tall, ball for the culture
I got young money, some like Sosa
In that whip, park it some like Rosa
I got two Glocks tryna know ya
Red, red, blue money, Uncle Sam
She tryn’ fuck on cam
But that bitch don’t go no wham
Don’t know why I move like dat
Run inside yo crib, all black
You a hoe, don’t got no badge
Too deep, bitch, I keep that flag

Can’t turn my back on ya
I think I fuck with you, I might just throw a rack on ya
Might spend a bag, bitch
You a bad bitch
Can’t puff no K2, I might go bat shit
I just like, yeah, I just like bad hoes
Been swerving pot holes
Yo mans a bot, bro
Money, you got no
Motion, you just bot shit
Pop off like Pop Rocks, on me I pop shit

Mixed and Mastered by: Salem, vlbenn & G3ARMATIC

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