thank u @issbrokie & @christdillinger

** you feel an ominous presence approaching **

SWAG MODE 1 BILLION FT. ISSBROKIE + CHRIST DILLINGER [prod gort]

BUTTERED SAUSAGE [prod gort]

lyric
its been a minute since i got up out the crib
you talkin to me i said tell me what it is
i need a rack for every word that imma spit
im from the 619 like pussy boy lets get it in

out the mouth bitch i spit straight ism
when i shoot bitch its all precision
aim for the eyes like you got no vision
why you pussies stuck in place you mentally imprisoned

i done had 5 meals he still lookin out for dinner
ive been drinkin so damn much i think im fuckin up my liver
if that bitch gon try to cross me the you know i wont forgive her
i need my girl just like some money bitch i need a nice figure

one more time im a natural born sinner
i aint supplyin any hand outs pussy boy this aint the giver
when i walk up in the room i tend to make em all go shiver
so much tree up in the blunt like when i smoke it they yell timber

my sauce get lost this my cause
too frost riposte like i fight gods
all my energy i know they tryna siphon
when i hop up on the verse youd think its my song
fine nods from the bitties who gon bite rocks time bomb everytime i speak i dont have no flaws
eyes off i can see without the lights on tyson swinging both my fist i make em respawn

i could tell that ur a bitch when i first met you
leave that boy two face zangetsu
bitch i pop another bean like a sensu
the way they talking shit up on the boy i think the rents due

you be complaining bout your life you swear it isnt your fault
i go an hour without smoking im already having withdrawals
i got two bitches jumpin at me like we have a tip off
like when you come up in the building treat me like im the boss
2x

its been a minute since i got up out the crib
you talkin to me i said tell me what it is
i need a rack for every word that imma spit
im from the 619 like pussy boy lets get it in

out the mouth bitch i spit straight ism
when i shoot bitch its all precision
aim for the eyes like you got no vision
why you pussies stuck in place you mentally imprisoned

OUT THE CRIB! (PROD. JXYLN)

r.i.p. dove

grey ever my brain, peel it
never go your way, real shit
still get in your way, my god
waste away your last, time's up
time's up, nothing ever lasts
going out bad or sad, either way it's fast
happens in a flash, happens when you want
if you got the guts, done
r.i.p. to dove, if she still anything that's anywhere
i know she in the sun, resting in the clouds
i can't lie, it's where i wanna be, but for now
figure this shit out

r.i.p. freestyle (prod. nightrdd + estheticgloom + skinnydrag)

pequeñas cosas (prod. landfill/landstrike)

GORT ES EL MEJOR ARTISTA FT GODHANDUSA [prod gort]

LYRICS:

MONGO:
I WANNA ROLL, WANNA CHIEF, WANNA SMOKE ME A BLUNT
I CAN FEEL MY EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD
I CAN FEEL MY EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD
(x2)

WHERE I’M AT, WHERE I’M FROM, ALL MY BROTHAS HOLD A GUN
I BEEN KNOWN WHAT IT’S ‘BOUT, CHANGE YA TONE, GET THE DUBS
GET THE CRUMBS IF YOU LACK, STOMP HIM IN HIS FUCKIN’ TONGUE
IF HE TALK ON MY SOUL, I’MMA LEAVE HIM PRAYIN’ HOE
CALI GOLD, WRITE THE MAP, PISTOL IN MY FUCKIN’ LAP
NO ESCAPE, NO REGARD, EVERY DAY I’M GOIN’ HARD
SMOKE MY DOPE, CUT THE CHECK, SMOKIN’ TO THE FUCKIN’ NECK
LIFE IS GOOD, NEVER STRESS, FOCUS ON WHAT’S COMIN’ NEXT
CALI BORN, BITCH I’M STAYIN’ DOWN, I’MMA TAKE THE CROWN
ON MY SOUL, SHOUTOUT TENNESSEE, SHOUTOUT H-TOWN
G-O-D LIVE INSIDE YA WALLS, AIN’T NO FUCKIN’ JOKE
M-O-N TO THE G-O CUZ THAT’S ALL I KNOW
LIGHT THE PIFF, FRY IT WHILE I CRUISE, THIS THE LIFE I LIVE
YOU DON’T LIKE IT BITCH, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK, SUCK MY DICK
G-O-D ALWAYS KEEP IT REAL, HANDS UP TO THE SKY
PUTTIN’ ROUNDS INTO DEMONKIND TILL THE DAY I DIE

I WANNA ROLL, WANNA CHIEF, WANNA SMOKE ME A BLUNT
I CAN FEEL MY EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD
I CAN FEEL MY EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD
(x2)

GONDA:
I REMEMBER SAN JOSE BEFORE THE IPHONE
IN THE STREET, THAT’S THE ONLY PLACE THAT I KNOW
DRIVIN’ DOWN TO SEAL BEACH FROM THE LBC
ON THE PCH, IN THE PARKING LOT WE TRYNA BUY DOPE
WAY BEFORE DISPENSARIES, I WAS THE PACK MAN
EATIN’ GOOD, TURN HIM TO A GHOST, I FEEL LIKE PAC MAN
EATIN’ ICE CREAM WITH MY GIRL, WE BOUGHT A BLACK & TAN
AND SHE BLACK & TAN FROM THE ISLANDS UNDER JAPAN
YEAH, SHE FROM MANILA SIPPIN’ COCONUT RIGHT OUT THE CAN
SHE DON’T LIKE VANILLA, GONDA, HE GOT SOME MELANIN
FLIPPIN’ DOPE, MR. GET YA FIX, MR. TELL A FRIEND
MR. I COULD SELL YOU 12 OUNCES FOR THE PRICE OF 10
IT FEEL LIKE I’M WRITIN’ HOLY SCRIPTURE WHEN I CLICK THE PEN
BEEN DOIN’ THIS MUSIC SHIT SO LONG, I RAP IN R.E.M.
WHEN I’M SLEEP, IN MY DREAMS, MELODIES AND BPMS
ANY SPEED, I COULD RAP FOREVER WHEN I’M FEELIN’ ZEN

MONGO:
I WANNA ROLL, WANNA CHIEF, WANNA SMOKE ME A BLUNT
I CAN FEEL MY EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD
I CAN FEEL MY EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD
(x2)

CALI GOLD (PROD. KAMANUGUE + EIIKEII)

NOT ENOUGH SPACE FOR THE LYRICS ON THIS ONE, WILL UPDATE GENIUS SOON! 🪬

77.7 HAND OF GOD FM NO.1 (PROD. FONY WALLACE + ETC.)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY GO CALL 911
FUCK YOU TRYNA FIGHT WITH ME FOR? YOU SHOULD REALLY GO HIDE AND RUN
HOP OUT WITH THE TOOL AND FIX HIM UP LIKE I’M A HANDYMAN
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE

CALL THE AMBULANCE, YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE X2

MONGO:
SUCKA YOU SHOULD REALLY CRY FOR HELP
YO HOMIE ON A STRETCHER, MAKE THAT 9 AND 10, 11, 12
CRACK YO GODDAMN CRANIUM, THAT PISTOL WHIP SOUND LIKE A BELL
THAT TOLL FOR YOUR MISTAKES, I PRAY TO GOD YOU DON’T GET SENT TO HELL
I’M CATCHIN’ BODIES LIKE A FIREFIGHTER OR FIRST RESPONDER
IRON SIGHT ON YO BROTHERS, THAT BITCH FYE FYE
RED LIGHTS COME SCREAMIN’ DOWN THE BLOCK, YOU SHOULDA THOUGHT
YOU SHOULDA TURNED AROUND, YOU KNOW I’M FINNA POP

GONDA:
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY GO CALL 911
FUCK YOU TRYNA FIGHT WITH ME FOR? YOU SHOULD REALLY GO HIDE AND RUN
HOP OUT WITH THE TOOL AND FIX HIM UP LIKE I’M A HANDYMAN
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE

CALL THE AMBULANCE, YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE X2

MY CHOPPA STRETCH A DEMON OUT LIKE LAFFY TAFFY
LAUGHIN’ IN YO FACE, UNDERNEATH MY MASK I’M VERY HAPPY
I COULD LET YOU BURN IN HELL OR GO TO HEAVEN WHERE IT’S GRASSY
PUT YOU IN A WHEELCHAIR, SHOOT YOU IN THE BACK, DEGRASSI
BITCH I CAME TO KILL
PUT SOME POINTS UP ON THE BOARD FOR GOD, HIS HEMOGLOBIN SPILL
PULL UP WITH THE TOOL, THAT HAMMER BLAMMIN’, THIS SHIT NOT A DRILL
YOU TRYNA TEXT YO HOMIES BUT YOU SHOULD BE TYPIN’ UP YO WILL

YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY GO CALL 911
FUCK YOU TRYNA FIGHT WITH ME FOR? YOU SHOULD REALLY GO HIDE AND RUN
HOP OUT WITH THE TOOL AND FIX HIM UP LIKE I’M A HANDYMAN
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE

CALL THE AMBULANCE, YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE X2

AMBULANCE (PROD FONY WALLACE + TYLUR OCEAN)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
EVERYBODY TRIPPIN’, GOTTA STAY COOL
GOTTA STAY TRUE TO THE LIFE I BEEN LIVIN’
ROLLIN’ WITH THE CREW IN THE 562
BLUE CADILLAC, RIMS SPINNIN’ ON IT TOO
CHILL THE FUCK OUT, CHILL THE FUCK OUT
I TELL ‘EM CHILL THE FUCK OUT
YOU GOTTA CHILL THE FUCK OUT, AHHH

SUNSET IN LA, THE SKY IS BEAUTIFUL
PALM TREES, THC, THAT’S INDISPUTABLE
PULL UP AT IN-N-OUT, I NEED A DOUBLE DOUBLE
GONDA AND MONGO, YO BITCH CALL US DOUBLE TROUBLE
SMOKE SHOP SELLIN’ FRONTO
AIN’T NO ID CHECK FOR ME, I NEED IT PRONTO
SAID HE TRYNA COP A SACK, DONDE Y CUANDO?
WHITE LIKE A BRONCO, MY STICK COME WITH A BONGO
LONG DAY AT WORK, YEAH
PUT MY FEET UP ON THE COUCH, FLATSCREEN LED TV
WATCHIN’ DVDS, WEED GOT NO SEEDS
CBD AND THE TERPENES, SHAWTY SNORTIN’ POWDER LIKE IT’S BIRD FEED
THAT AIN’T FOR ME, IT MAKE ME FEEL LAME
I COULD GIVE YOU ONE BUT I DON’T REALLY FUCK WITH PILLS MANE
DRO ALL I NEED TO GO RIGHT UP THRU THE CEILING
EVERYBODY TRIPPIN, TURN MY PHONE OFF AND CHILL MANE

EVERYBODY TRIPPIN’, GOTTA STAY COOL
GOTTA STAY TRUE TO THE LIFE I BEEN LIVIN’
ROLLIN’ WITH THE CREW IN THE 562
BLUE CADILLAC, RIMS SPINNIN’ ON IT TOO
CHILL THE FUCK OUT, CHILL THE FUCK OUT
I TELL ‘EM CHILL THE FUCK OUT
YOU GOTTA CHILL THE FUCK OUT, AHHH

MONGO:
IF YOU KNOW WHERE I’M FROM, YOU KNOW THE GAME
PARTY IN DC, CRANKIN’ YAY
HOMIES ON THE BLOCK, HOES ON THE BLADE
UNCLE ON THE ROCK, WELCOME TO THE BAY
CROSS THE BRIDGE WITH MY BITCH, WHAT WE FINNA HIT?
HAIGHT STREET FOR THE THREADS, AFTER THAT IT’S TWIN
PEAKS, SMOKIN’ WEED, DON’T EVEN NEED TO SPEAK
TRYNA FIND MY PEACE WITH EVIL IN THE STREETS
I’M JUST TRYNA CHILL EVERY DAMN DAY
LET ME KNOW WHAT’S GOOD BRO, I GOT GAS FADE
MONGO NEVER BEEN ONE FOR THE RAT RACE
I LIKE TO SIT DOWN, SAVOR HOW THE PACK TASTES
LIFE IS SHORT, DEATH IS LONG
CAN’T COUNT HOW MANY TIMES I PLAYED MY FAVORITE SONG
KEEP IT CHILL, AIN’T NOTHIN’ WRONG
DON’T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES YOU’LL GET TO SING ALONG

GONDA:
EVERYBODY TRIPPIN’, GOTTA STAY COOL
GOTTA STAY TRUE TO THE LIFE I BEEN LIVIN’
ROLLIN’ WITH THE CREW IN THE 562
BLUE CADILLAC, RIMS SPINNIN’ ON IT TOO
CHILL THE FUCK OUT, CHILL THE FUCK OUT
I TELL ‘EM CHILL THE FUCK OUT
YOU GOTTA CHILL THE FUCK OUT, AHHH

CHILL TF OUT (PROD. FONY WALLACE + S3V3NTHEAVEN)

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