#Scfirst
#wire

Vocals and engineering by me 
Mix and mastered by me

prod dyzaie

im ok prod dyzaie

#Girl  5" This number is suppose represent time,growth and ,heart ache to sum it all up 5 is a representation of all the bad shit that happened in my life
 
"First fl song enjoy"  

"TIGHT ROPE" The songs whole backround  "TIGHT ROPE"

Girl Girl Girl

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#incarceratedviolet



#viral

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#underground


inspired by: @heygwuapo n
  @bean

5 p.feb  (out on all plata)

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3"

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True story Abt me: ￼￼
The girl that the main character has been praying for for months has come back and ghosted him again with no warning, and instead of the main character blaming her and his self again he decides to get over by getting high all the time








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#Yeat

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Pretty blunts "3" p.ruinslegacy

prod. aiminn

yes, x (niggas dumb, bro)
yeah

look at my neck and it's glam and it's glitz
look at my blunt, it be clamming a stench
look at my blick, i just blam and i hit
after that, i go and blam on a bi—, uh
house looking royal, i'm flyer than prince
i got pink in my pockets, i'm 5 as a bitch
ain't no one out here fucking with x
we can turn yo shit off with a flick of a swi-i-i—
everyone copying, niggas be followers
connect the five to your blood like a polymer
same niggas saying they got you be officers
last nigga played with us now an astronomer

your mans tried fucking with glxtch?
that nigga working for nasa-a
no, no, i'm not into that stick to the script shit
fourteen, more whips then a master
he— he only gunning on ig to act tough
i don't believe i'm a human, i'm half blood
saying they decent, i wouldn't say that much
do like my whip, park it out, and then back up
back up, back—, back—, back—, back—, back up
(back—, yes) back up, do like my whip, park it out and then back up
back up, back—, back up
back—, ba-ba-back up, do like my whip, park it out and then back up

i just named my stick lose-er
it's a massacre if i am the shooter
you want attention, you die in disguise
you can look in my eyes and just tell that i'm booted
i'm feeling like uzi, i do it, you do it
monk' see and he doin', he fake for the moola
this bit' pretty fun, but i ain't tryna do her
publicity stunters type on the computer (yep, and they do, okay)
s-step out my house, i'm a murderous activi-i—
did the ho wrong so bad, i had to pass the bitch
i could care less, had enough of the masochists
yep, these niggas be fake onli-li-li—
i ain't stealing her heart, nah, i'm taking her spine
do this ho like some art, i'm creating designs
fuck with me or sk, we'll be taking your life, o-on bro

your mans tried fucking with glxtch?
that nigga working for nasa-a
no, no, i'm not into that stick to the script shit
fourteen, more whips then a master
he— he only gunning on ig to act tough
i don't believe i'm a human, i'm half blood
saying they decent, i wouldn't say that much
do like my whip, park it out, and then back up
back up, back—, back—, back—, back—, back up
back up, do like my whip, park it out and then back up
back up, back—, back up
back—, ba-ba-back up, do like my whip, park it out and then back up

look at my neck and it's glam and it's glitz (uh, uh)
look at my blunt, it be clamming a stench (uh, uh)
look at my blick, i just blam and i hit (uh, uh)
after that, i go and blam on a bi—, uh
house looking royal, i'm flyer than prince (uh, uh)
i got pink in my pockets, i'm 5 as a bitch (uh, uh)
ain't no one out here fucking with x (uh, uh)
we can turn yo shit off with a flick of a switch
everyone copying, niggas be followers
connect the five to your blood like a polymer
same niggas saying they got you be officers
last nigga played with us now an astronomer
everyone copying, niggas be followers
connect the five to your blood like a polymer
same niggas saying they got you be officers
last nigga played with us now an astronomer

backup! (prod. aiminn)

prod. ducart
w a lost voice got no excuse
333
*

[intro]
huh (woah-woah, woah), ah, yeah
(w-w-what the fuck, glxtch?)
uh, yeah, goddamn, hm
yeah (ducart, you goin' crazy)

[verse 1]
twenty-four bands got me feeling like money man
i just saw your bitch, caught her outside, did the bunny dance
said she makin' a lil' bit of pay, she don't need a band
if i see 'em again, they gon' see something worse than death

[chorus]
(leave me alone, you fucking witch!)
(huh, huh, huh) told santa i need me a pocket of paper–r–r
maybe a glock with a laser
dvd, no point of screaming, ain't saving her
she with lil' x, uh
gimme the note, counting quotas, uh
your little wifey, she chose up
said that she innocent, guess you don't know he–e–e—
matter fact, let's see what bang for your buck do
bang for a buck, throw a band, she gon' come through
throw that shit back, goin' tan in a jump suit
tell that ho get on her back, she gon' one, two
y'all niggas jokes, i need funds and a drum loop
nigga, i don't need a voice to go hunt you
aim for your top, we gon' shoot out the sunroof
matter fact, come bang your block 'til the sun due
that's bang for your buck, nigga, shoot out the roof
let's go, if i catch that boy lack, boom, boom
headshot, .32 with a .322
i mean, .223, i'll make two make news
repping 333 'cause your team tutu
mean, your whole team is bitch, i been beefing with boobs
ain't gon' lie, he got hit with a jet, made him splooge
how you makin' these blues? i don't know, get a clu–u–ue

[verse 2]
only people i'm not flyer than is my opps
we stopped 'em and popped 'em, now they with the jews
they online and provocative, that's why i'm glxtch, nigga, anyone talk get the boot
anyone got a problem? lil' nigga, let's do it
if you got a problem, i got a conclusion
i call my stick witch how it come round and do it
i walk down the juggers, i cross out the shooters
hol' on, bitch, let me backtrack
lil' g pull up back, 408 in a scat pack
lil' x got your ho fornicating, she black cat
walked across my path, i called that shit a clap trap, nigga
i got shit full of lead in my backpack
he just drinking purp' in his songs, he a lab rat
charlie xcx, got a roll of the brat pack
he testing my patience, do him like a flapjack, bitch, ha

[chorus]
(leave me alone, you fucking witch!)
(huh, huh, huh) told santa i need me a pocket of paper–r–r
maybe a glock with a laser
dvd, no point of screaming, ain't saving her
she with lil' x, uh
gimme the note, counting quotas, uh
your little wifey, she chose up
said that she innocent, guess you don't know he–e–e—
matter fact, let's see what bang for your buck do
bang for a buck, throw a band, she gon' come through
throw that shit back, goin' tan in a jump suit
tell that ho get on her back, she gon' one, two
y'all niggas jokes, i need funds and a drum loop
nigga, i don't need a voice to go hunt you
aim for your top, we gon' shoot out the sunroof
matter fact, come bang your block 'til the sun due
that's bang for your buck, nigga, shoot out the roof
let's go, if i catch that boy lack, boom, boom
headshot, .32 with a .322
i mean, .223, i'll make two make news
repping 333 'cause your team tutu
mean, your whole team is bitch, i been beefing with boobs
ain't gon' lie, he got hit with a jet, made him splooge
how you makin' these blues? i don't know, get a clu–u–ue

[outro]
witchkraft
'tis witchkraft

one two

glxtch

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