We walked in the function
And with no discussion 
We empty the drums like we playing percussions
Fuck with the gang and we turn you to nothin 
Fucken these bitches so I could feel somethin
Heart is so empty I been feelin nothin 
been feeling nothing , don’t care about shit
been bored af I might go hit a lick
Glock with a scope I feel like John wick 
Was broke af til I tripled the 6
I woke up one day and I said I’ll get rich
Fuck with the gang and get hit with a stick

I get the money, keep it in the mattress
My coupe is all blue and it’s an automatic
So I can drive by and hit you with the static 
King of the underground I’m wreaking havoc 

I just want my bank account flooded with digits
I wanna count money until I hit a million
She wanted a angel I turned to a villain
I ain’t been to church cause I done too much sinnin 
   got me a bag and I just keep on spending 
Im done with the losing , 
I’d rather keep winnin 
Cross on my neck 
Why tf was I trippin x2

Walk in the cut like I give a fuck
Phone in my hand while im sippin the double cup
That bitch didn’t want me when I had a couple bucks 

Im rockin Rick owens
I feel like I’m chosen 
I need me some diamonds 
So cold that they frozen
The chains that I rock are all heavy and golden
That boy was a rat that boy was a rodent

Looked in his eyes and you know what I told him?
I’m taking your life cause I know that you folded 
Bitch I’m a god and I know that I’m goated 
 
King of the underground 
don’t fuck with other sounds 
Bitch I got guns 
Only ones with a hundred rounds

eyes full of rage II

Glad$tone Mafia prod. by [apollo young]

glad$tone $uicide [prod. by disturbed]

please turn me into ashes when I die [prod. by syler]

moonlight love

AM I IN PAIN OR TOO SELF AWARE?

fuck giving a fuck

Glad$tone Mafia until my last breath

DE6D M6N W6LKING

30 $HOT$

TheEyesofJe$u$Christ

Lyrics:
[Hook]
His bitch a fan and she all in my dm's 
Her man a bitch and she don't wanna see him
Glock in my hand and it's ready to meet him 
It came with a scope
30 round clip and it's covered in gold
Sending them bullets they go through his home
Couple of bullets that went through his dome
Aye

[Verse 1]
I'm in the cut
I'm making moves
Couple bad bitches inside of the room
Couple of shooters on top of the roof
I'm making money, I'm getting loot
I'm making money and that is the truth 
I never lie
The day that I die
I know that all of the angels will cry

[Verse 2]
I looked in the eyes
Of Jesus Christ
He said not to worry, I know not to trip
My heart was hurting but I got a grip 
You talking tough? Then get pistole whipped
Hopped in the whip 
Turn the ignition 
Empty the clip 
My shots never missing
I got no purpose cause I'm on a mission 
Fuck whatchu say
Bitch I don't listen

[Hook]
His bitch a fan and she all in my dm's 
Her man a bitch and she don't wanna see him
Glock in my hand and it's ready to meet him 
It came with a scope
30 round clip and it's covered in gold
Sending them bullets they go through his home
Couple of bullets that went through his dome
Aye

[Verse 2]
Aye, Aye
Bitch if you broke I don't care whatchu think 
I got a chopper and it's gonna sing
Chopper like Britney that bitch gonna sing
Bitches they love me I ball like Yao Ming 
Gave her my number but she callin' me
Don't talk to bitches cause they talk to me
Can't trust nobody I keep one on me

[Verse 3]
Come up to me, if you got a problem
I got a pistol, it's gonna solve 'em
Heard that he snitched, I had to off 'em
That boy a bitch and he called to his momma
I just be counting up commas
I cannot do with the drama
That bitch my dream
She my nirvana 
My bitch is hot
Just like a sauna 
Ay

Chopper Sing Like Britney (prod. by Griesgrammar)

EYE$ FULL OF RAGE

Lyrics:
this aint a home it's a mothafucken trap
I got three loaded choppers in the back
I got three shooters ready in all black 
heard he's talking put a hole through his back 
turn him to ashes I'm smoking his pack 
30 round bullets inside of this mag
spent couple racks on this new fucken bag

I aint 
come here to play 
broke boy
please just
stay out the way
or get 
hit with this k
your bitch
do what I say
smart bitch 
she give me brain
pass her
right to the team
now she
feenin' for me

you fuck with the Russians
choppers get to bussin
im inside the back with his bitch and we fuckin'
I know you're a bitch and I knew you were bluffin'
im fuckin' your bitch and im fuckin' your cousin
kick the bitch out
we don't do the huggin'
im countin' up money 
I count it like nothin'
you get no money I knew you be frontin'
your pockets are dry
my pockets are flooded

bitch im in a mansion 
with my homie Brandon 
posted up with a bad bitch
shooters on the roof
fully automatic 
got a couple soldiers 
and they ready to wreak havoc
when im in the zone I be ballin' like Im magic
when im in the zone I be ballin' like im kobe
if you need to hit a lick better call up Cody 
keep my name out your mouth you don't even know me

Im blocking your shots like they put me in goalie
you piss me off i'll turn into broly
grippin' the iron like my name is Tony 
keep a small circle I can't fuck with phonies
been by myself been feeling' so lonely
probably know why if you knew what they told me
I wouldn't be here its thanks to my woadies
said I aint shit but that was the old me

THANK$ TO MY WOADIE$

buenro$tro

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