raves about mandy second song !! 
instruments/prod hottub johny
vocals flesh & hottub johny 
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@ravesaboutmandy - somethings fishy here

IF YOU STEP IN THE SHIT YOU GOTTA SMELL IT

SWEETLY DISGUSTING

CUT ME OPEN

prod by hottub x leighton antelman of lydia 
co written w/ leighton antelman of lydia 

diamond detector prod. hottub johny x Lydia

Now Lyrics

Imma leave a pussy mortified, .45 hit 
I just walked up in the trap, cause I’m really tryna lick sumn 
Don’t be tryna glorify, the life that I live now 
Got me fucking blapped, when I’m sparking up the spliff 
Kick my feet up and I pour some wine, got me feeling lit now 
Aim it at your ass, promise you ain’t getting clipped 
You be taking fucking orders, I’m just stacking up my chips 
Pussy, I ain’t gotta ask, and don’t wanna hear no lip now 

If I’m working imma finish shit, I ain’t tryna sit down 
Coming at GNAG MOM, get your ass split 
He just needa get his face punched, throw em in the pit 
Needa put em in their place, if they thinking that they big 
Gotta show em that he small, huh 
Racks standing tall, huh 
I don’t pay no mind, to no motherfucking mall, huh 
Tryna pull a fast one, slow em to a crawl, huh 
Leave em with a fat lip, if he tryna brawl
I don’t fuck with you at all, 
I don’t fuck with you at all, huh 
See your ass open, still ain’t passing you the ball 
I don’t fuck with you at all, 
I don’t fuck with you at all, huh
Did it to yourself, you don’t got no one to call

How you get put on the shelf, and still find a way to fall?
Tryna rob me of my wealth, cause you really got the gall 
I could drag you down to hell, and I’m still gon be on top, huh 
Imma keep on selling, they know MOTOR ain’t gon stop 
They all hit me on the Telly saying MOTOR when you gon drop? 
Pack be extra smelly, got me floating off the new cop
I be eating vermicelli and I’m bloated offa that wok 
If you hating then just tell me, sugarcoating all of that talk 

Imma leave a pussy mortified, .45 hit 
I just walked up in the trap, cause I’m really tryna lick sumn 
Don’t be tryna glorify, the life that I live now 
Got me fucking blapped, when I’m sparking up the spliff 
Kick my feet up and I pour some wine, got me feeling lit now 
Aim it at your ass, promise you ain’t getting clipped 
You be taking fucking orders, I’m just stacking up my chips 
Pussy, I ain’t gotta ask, and don’t wanna hear no lip now

Now *Gerk*

M!nd Lyrics

See you lurking, you can’t take what’s mine 
Through the curtains glaring at the prize 
It’d be really funny if you tried 
But you just might end up in the sky (Nah I’m done with this, tryna take what’s mine)
Imma lose my fucking mind 
Imma lose my fucking mind 
Imma lose my fucking mind 
If he tryna take what’s mine 
Imma lose my fucking mind 
Imma lose my fucking mind 
Imma lose my fucking mind 
Imma lose my fucking mind 
Imma lose my fucking-

I be phasing in and out 
My feet hurt like I got gout 
I work hard, you just want clout 
We know what you’re all about
You in the corner crying, pouting 
I get cash in big amounts 
On the stage, I’m screaming shouting 
Too many people to count 
I go crazy, fuck the doubters 
Bitch I’m stout sipping on stout 
Leave you sour like some kraut 
I’m taking a better route 

You going the wrong way read the signs 
Don’t nobody care, read the room
Nah I be forgetting that you’re blind 
Nah this boy just doesn’t have a clue 
If you flex your cash, you getting fined 
I hop out the whip, you see the fumes 
Somebody like me is hard to find 
They don’t know a thing about my roots
I’m growing too fast for you to climb 
Try to step to me but there’s no use

Nah, I’m done with this, tryna take what’s mine
Imma lose my fucking mind 
Imma lose my fucking mind 
Imma lose my fucking mind 
If he tryna take what’s mine 
Imma lose my fucking mind 
Imma lose my fucking mind 
Imma lose my fucking mind 
Imma lose my fucking mind 
Imma lose my fucking-

M!nd *Gerk*

                                  RORSHACH” isn’t just a mixtape — it’s a mirror.
Like the inkblot test it’s named after, every track is built for you to interpret and feel in your own way. Some songs are heavy with low-vibration energy for when life feels dark, others lift you up when

CUT ME OPEN

Gerk

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