Runnin' ft. ScHoolboy Q

DRINK MY SPIT⛈    instrumental by a$hwood

SIL¥ER BULLETS

Original Song : https://soundcloud.com/aries_ix/ditto

ARIES - DITTO REMIX

GeMiNi mOOn

venmo no controlling
venmo took your hoe and
pockets full of rubber bands
spend it on my fucking pants
venmo and aShwood you know we in
yeah you know that we punching in
lyrics in
punch him in
now we gone again
now we gone again
laying heat down in
laying heat down in

enough talk, imma roll
imma fall, through the floor
imma dog, fill my bowl
standing tall, peep my clothes
i'm stepping up when i’m already over you
you’re finding footing but i’ll just free solo you
i’m cutting ropes yeah i'm gonna mow over you
and then show everyone how i demoted you
where are your homies now they see the phony now
don’t get emotional don’t try to force it now
i’m international a fucking poster child 
for making shit go wild oh shit i’m going miles
where are your homies now they see the phony now
don’t get emotional don’t try to force it now
i’m international a fucking poster child 
for making shit go wild oh shit i’m going miles

poster child (ft. aShwood) [prod. lilvenmo]

you kept me underground
you kept me underground
10 feet underneath and the stars are falling
i know in my heart
laugh off insecurities
let’s not pin your life on me
laugh on all the lies we speak
pardon my fault am i falling again
and numbing my head
my head here forevermore 
you left my wrist so blue
left my wrist so cold
memories so cold
…
i lie awake kept my heart in tact 
i’m 10 minutes from a heart attack
i’ve got my eyes sewed up
(i’m alive in a way unknown)
(i'm alive in a..)
and i’m alive in a way unknown
and i’m alive in a way unknown 
i’m alive in a way unknown

underground (prod. lilvenmo)

bEAvR SeEkR

pickitup

JUV3Y – STOCKHOLM SYNDROME https://genius.com/Juv3y-stockholm-syndrome-lyrics
Bitch, why you tryna fuck?
Bitch, you outta luck.

Trick see me and she see a quick buck.
Ugh!

Sniffing up that Whitney, now my brain bleeding.
She sniffing up that Whitney, now that hoe geeking.
Sniffing up that Whitney, now that hoe tweaking.
Sniffing up that Whitney—it’s a weekday, not a weekend.

Crushing up dem walls, no love, never seeking.
27 Club—I’m a missile, heat-seeking.
If we playing games, Battleship—bitch, you sinking.

(I don’t even wanna go back home.)

When I’m done with that ass, you know her ass be singing.
Lyrics like a vampire, teeth be sinking in.
I be having water—Culligan! WATER!

Putting on a ski mask before I’m coming in.
I forgot a rubber, but still I’m cumming in.
It’s a home invasion—got a shotty, got a shawty.
Aiming the Tommy at your body—it’s a hobby.
‘Cuz I’m in the lobby and I got the glue, monkey.

This that funky, chunky Monkey Kong—no Diddy.
Riding thru the city, got the blicky—blah!
Don’t you blink—see? Guaranteed to let it blast.
It’s the 
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—32 levels, Clams Casino.
Tig ol’ bitties like I’m =3.

Give it to her raw like I’m WWE.
Asalamu alaykum—how I fucking bring the peace.
Then I hit you with shalom straight to your dome.
Always in the zone—it’s the J-U-V-3-Y.

Commit a 1-8-7, and I do it with no alibi.
This song makes the angels cry.
I’m so wrong for right, I gotta try.
I could never testify.
I could never tell a lie.

Aye bro, why you looking like Pinocchio over there?

Stockholm Syndrome * LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION *

juv3y 

Revelation 13 , Chapter 17
grab the Ouijja , levitate 
I'm like Anton LaVey
Abra Kadabra
hermetic my wisdom 
and bitch Cleopatra
aesthetic prophetic
energy kinetic
me and aShwood , killing noobs with phonetics 
ash the Hollywood wood
she ask babe am I good
proceed past the hood
the ritual afoot
should I feel good for habitual 
sacrifice 
take a life
continual residual 
you fucking wish you could
stand on this business 
slaying the jury and killing the witness 
you fucking wish you could
have seen the last century 
smoking dmt seeing clowns
smell like sentury tire 
hakuna ma ta ta 
hit em with the gra ta
pull up in the drop top 
pull up and she drop top
I say drop it like it's hot
I say ladi dadi da
like I'm fucking snoop dog 
I'm the fucking underdog
from the synagogue of Satan 
u a fucking ribbet frog
I'm from vegas riginating 
checks u can't cash in 
tricks bring the chips in 
living in the city sin
it's the Jew v , 3 y ,
why VAV 
why VAV 
why VAV 
why vav

aShwood 

Imma make a lotta hits
and I talk a lotta shit
I been workin on the fit
I been lacking I admit
but yo bitch ain’t care a bit
she ain’t ever gonna quit
I been cleaning off her spit
guess she ain’t learn to commit

I been rock in on my own I’m goin crazy feelin sick
I’m amontillado clawin at my prison made of brick
walled myself in cause I’m too afraid I’ll meet another tick
sucking out my blood well now you all can suck up on this dick

I swear every time I press the gas I got more in the tank
bending genres curiosity is what I got to thank
every day I stay creative but sometimes I’m drawing blanks
you can draw all your conclusions as I pull up to the bank

and I roll loud and I smoke loud
keep your head down this a breakdown
this the dog pound no one free now
talkin pow pow ciao I’ll go wild
make you taste bile make you senile
been a long while says the sundial
live in exile like a gentile
my percentile boutta go miles
reading my files I might seem mild
I just crack smile changing my style
till I’m worthwhile never reviled
till the lifestyle match the profile

pickitup

aShwood

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