deeko x mp5 (unreleased)

try for me w/ kxiftw (kizip)

Expo (feat. Kxiftw)

Lyrics
(Fantom)
Open it up
Open it up
Open that shit up, AYY!

Leaving my crib, you know I need a nice fit
Shit's worth more than your car, fine ass drip
Squad linking up to sesh we gon get lit
Pass me that spliff quick, Gon need to take a hit
That boy is really sick, he might have COVID
Don't carry no stick, might still hit that lick,
Back in Japan, didn’t have no forks, it was only chopsticks
Back in Thailand smoking gas, didn't need no nic
Been around the world but it wasn't for nun
Sometimes I really feel like I gotta run
But I'm back now, fuck y'all I'm really here to stay
You know I'm chopping this shit up like I'm fuckin Bobby Flay
BRAT should've went number one, it's still fuck Tay-Tay
Roll that bitch, smoke her, now she on my ashtray
Real vamp, don't like being awake in the day
Sometimes shit get dramatic, like I'm on fuckin broadway
But I know it's in my mind, I just feel that way
Shooting out these bars like a chopper spray, AYY!

Open it up 
Open it up
Fuck this up
Turn it up
Fill up my cup
Pour me up
Let's get geeked, yuh
Pop my shit, yuh pop my shit
Open it 
Open it 
Open that pit 
Open that pit
Open that pit
OPEN THAT SHIT UP
AYYY!

[gbp deeko]
Sick, off of the drank, way too high
Run up on me, send shots to his head like no kapp bullets at his head gone fly
Got glock on my side, I got glock on my Louis bag
Bitch you shooting at me, bitch I’m shooting back
Had the drank way too much he had a heart attack
Fuck your SRT can’t catch up with starter pack
Fuck your SRT can’t catch up with me
All my dogs is some shooters they shooting from deep
I got a pill put your ass right to sleep
Paranoid bought the X boy I can’t even sleep
Running the vet tryna run from the police
Too many pills on me they got me beat
Fuck I might pullover up on the street
I might just fuck on your bitch on the week
I might just fuck on your bitch and then take her out 
That bitch just fucked one of mine I can’t dick her down
Run up on me I might hit you down, AK on me and a gun and I stand around
Clip, I put that boy in a ditch, sipping on triss
Swerve off whippin SRT, can’t catch up with this whip
Way too much lean out the gate got me sick
808 kicking as loud as it gets
I pop a xanny I swear cuz I’m tryna forget
Beat on the chopper rich like Ginette (?)
Why the fuck he only talk on the net
Why the fuck he only sip on the tec
I only sip on that purple, you sip on that thirty, shit brody it’s not making sense

[Kronik]
Open it up 
Open it up
Fuck this up
Turn it up
Fill up my cup
Pour me up
Let's get geeked, yuh
Pop my shit, yuh pop my shit
Open it 
Open it 
Open that pit 
Open that pit
Open that pit
OPEN THAT SHIT UP
AYYY!

Credits
Produced By Fantom
Primary Artists: Kronik & gbp deeko
Mixed By nevermind & drxzys
Written By Noah Kaufman & Dylan Kaufman
Release Date: November 8, 2024

OPEN IT UP (ft. gbp deeko)

Lyrics
Uh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Huh, huh, huh, huh huh huh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, turn up
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh yuh yuh

Don’t serve special just put it up my nose, yuh
If you want some loud pack, just let me know, uh
Give me a verse and imma smoke you off, uh
Give me a pill and imma blast off, uh
Give me a call, gotchu with that perfect handoff
Smoking my gas it gone make really you cough, uh
Kd up in the party got me feeling like I ain’t even there
Popping 30s from the pharmacy, like that shit lowkey rare
In the studio I be bumping that special K
Snorting powder, fuck poppers, but I still be lowkey gay
Floating through this shit, nighttime feeling like it’s day
Deeko hop on this track real quick, like what u gotta say?

[gbp deeko]
Fuck, I got shit shit that you can’t even wear
Hop in the club and the bitches they stare
Buy my bitch Subi mixed it with Chanel
Molly start kicking I like how I feel
Way too off drank boy I can’t even steer
I got a cut, I got some drank in my cut booted up
Shawty she texting cuz she wanna fuck
Can’t wait for checks boy we cutting up
I can’t waste no time got a roll in my blunt
I cannot waste no time with that female the front (you broke)
Yeah you come here (you broke)
Demon inside my city I’m drunk here
Bitch tried to touch my bag and to touch my main bitch
Like can you go jump her?
All of my shots stay green cuz I got a jumper
All of my woods they be hitting they thumper
Rare wood Panama yellow it’s mustard
Bitch so swampy I can’t even trust her
Now run up on me because I got my gun sir
And that lil bih got a switch, I cannot miss
Run up your ass and get put in a ditch

Credits
Produced By tjkatana
Primary Artisst: Kronik & gbp deeko
Mixed By nevermind, Matt & drxzys
Written By Noah Kaufman & Dylan Kaufman
Release Date: November 8, 2024

SPECIAL K (ft. gbp deeko)

Lyrics
[Ace Spectrum]
Love has many sides and many faces, sugar
Any anyone who hurt you can see the traces of love (Of love)
Oh
[gbp deeko]
Lay this in my city, you not fuckin with me
I been sipping too much drank it’s fucking up my kidney
Rolling a wood, on my side I got fifty
I don’t stop shooting till my clip be empty
When I’m with drink I be moving so petty
Swerving off the wock I swear I’m not feddy
Yeah I be cutting my pills, but I do not use fenty
He really try fucking with me, he not ready
I sip too much drank you can tell by my belly
Can’t get hit in your stomach, get shot in your head-y
Rula clip is looking long, spaghetti
Switch on the glock when I bust like a fetty
Bitch got a fat ass she do balleties 
Shit I think I mean Pilates 
Talking spicy in the booth like wasabi
Cutting up a brick I’m using karate
Fucking a bitch, only bitch that I fuck is my shawty
Run up get hit in your body
I’m pouring wocky on wocky so I’m moving extra slutty your bitch wanna top me
But I can’t fuck that bih cuz she a thotty (damn)
Lay this in my city, you not fuckin with me
I been sipping too much drank, I feel it in my kidney

[Kronik]
Keep my money stacking like I’m fuckin Walter White
Keep my bands racking like I’m fuckin Walter White
The bass slapping, cooking like we cracking, call me Walter White
Bowl packing, never caught lacking, feeling like I’m Jesse Pinkman
Off too many drugs now I’m feeling like a sick man
Rocking fit worth a band feeling like a rich man
Smoking gas in my lungs, the fuck you doing off a whippet can, yo what the fuck?

[Bridge – Dash Crofts & RJ Martinez]
Summer breeze makes me feel fine (Turn my mic up for real)
Blowin’ through the jasmine in my mind (I been cooking in the kitchen, I been cooking in the booth, y’all don’t know what’s both) (it’s time to cook)
Summer breeze makes me feel fine (you know that I’m here to renovate my money)
Blowin’ through the jasmine in my mind (Don’t get in my way)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[RJ Martinez]
Walter White’s on sight, making money in the night
Methamphetamine, I’m the greatest that you ever seen
I been serving by all the fiends
Let the chopper sing, start this shit like we start with fr
Fuck with me, cold-hearted is the gang for the heartless
Cold-hearted is the gang for the heartless
Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with-

[Matt]
Cooking up is pretty cheap, slang this dope and then I reap
The benefits of this business, fucking on your mistress
Shooting at the witness, but I digress
Cooking dope, selling dope, what you gonna do
Keep on talking boy until I make the end of you
Walking, flocking, fucking about, walk that boy down no he won’t shout
Glock in my hand aim at your head, talk too much and you’ll end up dead
[nevermind]
Talk too much and you'll see what we'll do 
Bought them crystal but they more than just blue 
If i snort them up, that’s my life I will lose 
If I end up dead, that’s the path I will choose 
All this heartbreak shit, it’s just pain and abuse 
All the fake friends I just told them goodbye 
Put this weed in my lungs, I’m tryna touch the sky 
Made so many enemies, shit I don’t know why 
That's the type of shit that makes me feel like Walter White 
Yeah like Walter White 
Yeah like Walter White 
I’m like Walter White I hide the money in the walls I’m tryna keep my family set
[Kronik] 
Keep my money stacking like I’m fuckin Walter White
Keep my bands racking like I’m fuckin Walter White
The bass slapping, cooking like we cracking, call me Walter White
Bowl packing, never caught lacking, feeling like I’m Jesse Pinkman
Off too many drugs feeling like I am sick man
Rocking a fit worth a band feeling like a rich man
Smoking gas in my lungs, the fuck you doing off a whippet can, yo what the fuck?

Expo (feat. Kxiftw)

gbp deeko

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