Lil Darkie

TRAP VOL8

Untitled playlist

E2ernl

chill for za

Copy of IGNORANCE IS BLISS (THE MIXTAPE)

feelz (prod. terio)

November

@damnsega 
@hushinsilence 
@vasto 

prod @fortnitecheck & shawn ferrari

kula x hushinsilence x vasto - elite four (egobreak & shawnferrari)

is it like the hand of god?


(PROD. SKOTSKR)

THOUGHT HE WUZ (PROD. SKOTSKR)

got my finger on the trigger
thanks to ryan c for production

FINGER ON THE TRIGGER (PROD. RYAN C)

thank you to ryan c for production
gonda and mongo dropping every wednesday

GODHAND (PROD. RYAN C)

peel out
thank you to bruhmanegod for production

RIDIN' IN THE WHIP (PROD. BRUHMANEGOD)

SHOUTOUT @SADFRIENDD
thank you to bumboi for production

SADHAND (FT. SADFRIENDD) (PROD. BUMBOI)

no this aint a tape. jus re-uploading songs I care about.
go follow @neyusleepi

want me dead prod kula

gargomon prod kxr

shawty wants some fun and you wont let her
she gon leave you for somebody better
she wanna spice her life but you wont let her
she gon wait til someone comes and get her

shawty wanna leave but she ain't confident
voices in her head says she's incompetent
and there's nobody around to go and comfort them
she gon tell you how she feel but you wont care for her

she gon feel distant cuz you aint there for her
you wont get a chance cuz you aint there to her
thoughts keep crying out her mind like do you care for her?

you should do better dont let her lose faith
keep her close to your heart dont let her go stray
you dont wanna be apart you want things to stay this way
forever and ever till death do us part

let her prod naoya

geeked up prod kula

GONDA:
SHE GIVIN’ HEAD SAME TIME EVERY DAY
PROBABLY WHY THEY CALL THAT SHIT A BLOWJOB
HOW YOU WEARIN’ J’S AND A CHAIN BUT YOU STILL DON’T GOT NO MONEY?
MAN I FIND THAT SHIT SO ODD
TRYNA TELL ME HOW TO RAP HOE
AIN’T NOBODY TEACH YOU HOW TO WORRY BOUT YO ASS THOUGH?
NO? I’M THE MUTHAFUCKIN’ SHIT, BITCH
THAT MEAN GOD IS THE ASSHOLE

SUBWOOFER IN THE TRUNK MAKE ‘EM VIBRATE
HENNY IN THE CUP HOW I HYDRATE
WALK UP IN THE ROOM, YOU CAN SEE THE HOES MIGRATE
BITCH I’M GOIN’ UP LIKE THE CRIME RATE
I DON’T EVER STOP, GIVE A FUCK WHAT THE SIGN SAY?
EVERY SINGLE RULE, I VIOLATE
YOU TRYNA GET OLDER AND DIE IN YA SLEEP
THE WAY I’M LIVIN’, BITCH I’M PROBABLY GONNA DIE AWAKE
SHE TRYNA TAKE E, I GIVE HER ASS A BEAN
SHE POP IT THEN I WATCH HER EYES DILATE
SHE TRYNA POP A PERC BUT HER PERC DON’T WORK
PULL UP ON THE GUY WHO SOLD IT AND ANNIHILATE

TRYNA TELL ME HOW TO RAP HOE?
AIN’T NOBODY TEACH YOU HOW TO WORRY BOUT YO ASS THOUGH?
NO? I’M THE MUTHAFUCKIN’ SHIT, BITCH
THAT MUST MEAN GOD IS THE ASSHOLE

MONGO:
MONEY SPREAD ON MY NIGHTSTAND
BLUES TAKE THE COLOR OUT YO FACE, LEAVE ‘EM TERRIFIED
EVERY CITY, BITCHES SUCKIN’ DICK
CHECK A TRICK, LEAVE HIS ASS BLUE, BITCH I’M VERIFIED
GOT THE BLURPERS ON MY TAIL
CAN’T KICK IT WITH A SUCKA WHO GET PARANOID AND PARALYZED
TAPED UP 4 SIDES, COVER BOTH EYES
LEAVE HIM IN A CARDBOARD BOX WITH NO AIR INSIDE
DRO THAT I’M BLOWIN’ ON LIFT WEIGHTS
GOT ME LOOKIN’ LIKE THE ACTORS IN THE MOVIE PARASITE
BITCH THIS BALLIN’ IS HEREDITARY
HUSTLE LIKE MY POPS, BITCH HE TAUGHT ME HOW TO PAIR A 5
PAIR A 10, PAIR A HUNNID
STEPPED INTO THE MALL AND I BALLED LIKE BUDDEN
STICK MY FINGERS IN HER BUTT LIKE A PUPPET
BOUGHT HER ASS A GEM, NOW SHE SUCKIN’ IT IN PUBLIC
REAL PIECE OF SHIT SHIT TALKER
IMMA GET UP IN HER INSIDES LIKE A SKINWALKER
SHE WANT A DIAMOND CHAIN, WASHINGTON CARVER
BUY HER ASS A PURSE, THEN RIGHT AFTER, HIT A LICK ON HER
STILL GON’ LET ME DROP THE DICK ON HER
PUT A HUNNID ROUNDS INTO ANY BITCH THAT PICK ON HER
SHE WANT ME TO PUT A RING ON HER
CUZ I’M ALWAYS BRINGIN’ HOME THE BACON LIKE A PIG FARMER
SHE TRYNA POP A BEAN OR A 15
BITCH I GOT EXACTLY WHAT YOU NEED LIKE BIG PHARMA
SUCKA ASS RAPPERS FALLIN’ OFF
HONESTLY I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU BRO, THAT’S JUST KARMA
TRYNA TELL ME HOW TO RAP HOE?
AIN’T NOBODY TEACH YOU HOW TO WORRY BOUT YO ASS THOUGH?
NO? I’M THE MUTHAFUCKIN’ SHIT, BITCH
THAT MUST MEAN GOD IS THE ASSHOLE

GONDA:
SHE GIVIN’ HEAD SAME TIME EVERY DAY
PROBABLY WHY THEY CALL THAT SHIT A BLOWJOB
HOW YOU WEARIN’ J’S AND A CHAIN BUT YOU STILL DON’T GOT NO MONEY?
MAN I FIND THAT SHIT SO ODD
TRYNA TELL ME HOW TO RAP HOE
AIN’T NOBODY TEACH YOU HOW TO WORRY BOUT YO ASS THOUGH?
NO? I’M THE MUTHAFUCKIN’ SHIT, BITCH
THAT MEAN GOD IS THE ASSHOLE

ASSHOLE (PROD. FONY WALLACE + DROCOOKEDTHIS)

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)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
BITCH! HAHA!
IT’S GODHAND BACK IN THIS BITCH!
GONDA, MONGO, AND FONY WALLACE
HERE TO FUCK UP YA EARDRUMS, YA HEARD ME?
GODHAND!

MONGO:
STACK MY BREAD, COUNT MY DOUGH
BUSTA YOU ALREADY KNOW
G-O-D ON YO SCREEN, 
SERVIN’ ALL THESE GODDAMN FIENDS
COUNT MY CHIPS, FUCK MY BITCH
TRYNA GET ALL MY PATNAS RICH
G-O-D ON YO PHONE
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?

WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?
MONGO, SFC, GET THE BIPPIN’ ON
COME TO THE CITY HOE, LOOK AT WHAT I’M SIPPIN’ ON
EVERY TIME YO BITCH IN THE AREA SHE HIT THE PHONE
I BEEN KNOWN TO GRIP THE POLE
GET HER IN THE SPOT WITHOUT A WORD, THAT’S A ROOKIE GOAL
IT’S THE HAND THAT SHE WANT IN HER PUSSYHOLE
YEAH, I HEARD THAT YOU WAS POPPIN’ BUT I COULD BE WRONG
PROBABLY IS
MONGO OFF THE THIZZ, AIN’T NO MOLLY BITCH
TWIRL AND HE DROP, AIN’T NO BOBBY BITCH, OBVIOUS
EVERYBODY AND THEY DIRTY MAMA TRYNA COPY THIS
NOW I’M OUT FOR BLOOD AND YO BLOCK LOOKIN’ THE OPPYEST
WHAT’S THE WORD? GET ‘EM PACKED OUT
ROLLIN’ THRU THE BURBS WITH MY STRAP OUT
FEEL LIKE A MARINE, GREEN BEAM CAUTERIZE YA SPLEEN, HOE
G-O-D-H-A-N-D THE TEAM HOE

STACK MY BREAD, COUNT MY DOUGH
BUSTA YOU ALREADY KNOW
G-O-D ON YO SCREEN, 
SERVIN’ ALL THESE GODDAMN FIENDS
COUNT MY CHIPS, FUCK MY BITCH
TRYNA GET ALL MY PATNAS RICH
G-O-D ON YO PHONE
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?

GONDA:
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?
562 TO THE 916, BIG STICKS
TUCKED IN MY TRUE RELIGION, FUCKIN’ WOMEN, SELLIN’ DOPE
I BEEN SINNIN’ BUT I KNOW THAT GOD GOT MY BACK THOUGH
I JUST NUTTED IN YO BITCH AND RAN RIGHT OUT THE BACK DOOR
SHE SAID “GONDA I LOVE YOU, MY MAN IS NOT ENOUGH”
FUCKIN’ WHITE, YELLOW, TAN, BROWN, AND THEM BLACK HOES
DON’T DISCRIMINATE WHEN I IMPREGNATE, I KNOCK’ EM UP
I’M A REAL PLAYA, FUCK A NAYSAYER
MIGHT GO TO THE BAY THEN LA LATER
I TOLD THE WAITER I NEED CHEDDAR CHEESE, GOUDA, PROVOLONE
I’M IN THE TRAP HOUSE LIKE EVERY DAY, THIS SHIT LIKE HOME ALONE
AIN’T TRYNA TALK UNTIL I SEE YOU CUZ THE POLICE ON THE PHONE
THIS HENNESSY LIKE HAMAS MISSILES, TAKE THAT SHIT RIGHT TO THE DOME
SHE GOT THAT TEMPUR-PEDIC MATTRESS, I MIGHT JUST RIP THE FOAM
YOU TALKIN’ STUPID, GRAB MY BELT, BITCH WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?

MONGO & GONDA:
STACK MY BREAD, COUNT MY DOUGH
BUSTA YOU ALREADY KNOW
G-O-D ON YO SCREEN, 
SERVIN’ ALL THESE GODDAMN FIENDS
COUNT MY CHIPS, FUCK MY BITCH
TRYNA GET ALL MY PATNAS RICH
G-O-D ON YO PHONE
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?

GONDA:
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON DUMBASS?
IT’S G-O-D-H-A-N-D
GODHAND!

YOU ALREADY KNOW (PROD. FONY WALLACE + YOUNGYANABU)

LYRICS:

MONGO:
AYYY!
GODHAND, GODHAND
AYYY!
GODHAND, GODHAND

WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
GOT YO BROTHER IN THE TRUNK
WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
GOT YO BITCH ON MY NUTS X2

WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
YOU KNOW MONGO ALWAYS STAY UP IN THE CUT
CATCHIN’ FADES IN THE BAY WITH MY CUZ
YO BROTHER CATCH A STRAY WHEN I PLAY WITH MY GUN
I’M A PSYCHOPATHIC TRIGGER HAPPY FREAK
HIT YO BITCH PHONE WHEN I GET THE PILLS THEN WE GEEK
GET UP IN IT GOOD EVERY NIGHT, EVERY WEEK
IF YOU KNOCKIN’ AT MY DOOR, HIT CTRL+ALT+DELETE
WHAT IT IS MUTHAFUCKA? WHAT IT BE?
I COULD LEAVE YOU BLEEDIN’ SLOW OUT IN THE STREET
WITH MY 9MM, NEED A M FOR THE FEAT
THAT’S A M FOR THE NAME, ON GO FOR THE CHEESE
KEEP IT G ON DA ROAD WITH MY DAWGS
PLAYIN’ PACKED OUT SHOWS LIKE THE WOODS, LIKE THE LOGS
YO BROTHER IS A SNITCH, IN THE BOOKS, IN THE LOGS
IMMA RUN OFF ON THE JAKES LIKE A GHOST IN THE FOG

WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
GOT YO BROTHER IN THE TRUNK
WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
GOT YO BITCH ON MY NUTS X2

GONDA:
WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
YOU KNOW IF IT’S UP THEN IT’S STUCK AND YOU SHIT OUTTA LUCK
I’M A G, O, YOU GON’ HAVE TO SIGN A NDA
TRYNA FUCK WITH GONDA, THROW YO PHONE IN THE SAFE
TOOK ALONDRA TO LAKEWOOD, DOWN TO THE 1
IF IT’S UP THEN IT’S STUCK LIKE SOME FUCKIN’ BUBBLEGUM
PULLED UP ON HIM AT THE GOLF COURSE, SHOOTIN’ PAR
BEAT HIM UP AND RAN HIM OVER WITH HIS OWN GOLF CART
RACK IT BACK LIKE BANG WITH THE MASK ON
BACK IN GRADE SCHOOL, ALL THE BITCHES USED TO PASS ON ME
NOW THEY HEAD DOWN, ASS UP, TRYNA GET SOME
TRYNA TAKE A PIC AT THE SHOW WHEN MY SET DONE
I SAID WHAT IT IS?
BUSSIN’ HELLA NUTS, I MIGHT HAVE A HUNNID KIDS
FUCK YOU TALKIN’ BOUT BITCH? NO ONE ASKED YOU
IMMA TELL IT HOW IT IS CUZ I HAVE TO

MONGO:
WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
GOT YO BROTHER IN THE TRUNK
WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
GOT YO BITCH ON MY NUTS X2

WHAT IT IS HOE?! (PROD. FONY WALLACE)

Rodeo

Antidote

Nightcrawler (feat. Swae Lee & Chief Keef)

castles w/ lil tracy (prod. nedarb)

OMFG (prod. nedarb)

ASTROWORLD

5% TINT

SICKO MODE

STARGAZING

FUNNY GUY (PROD. WENDIGO)

BRAIN DAMAGE (PROD. WENDIGO)

WATCH HIM SPIN (PROD. LiL CUBENSiS)

SHOOT PEOPLE YOU DON'T LIKE (PROD. WENDIGO)

I FEEL LIKE SMOKING WEED TODAY
HOW I END UP SMOKING YOU?
(IT DID IT FOR ME)
I FEEL LIKE WHAT I NEED TODAY
IS SOMETHING TO PUT SOMETHING THRU
(I DID IT FOR ME)
I FEEL LIKE WHAT I NEED TO SAY
IS SOMEWHERE I AINT NEVER SOUGHT
(CLEVER THOUGH)
I FEEL LIKE SOMEONE NEED TO PAY
FOR SOMETHING AINT NOBODY BOUGHT
(BODY CAUGHT) x2

WATCH YOU ROT LIKE A WORM
ASH MY POT IN YO URN
WHATCHU GOT WHATCHU EARN
I DONT CARE

IN THE END IT’S YOUR TURN WHEN YOU BARE 
WHAT IS THERE BUT THE STENCH AND YOUR STARE
AND THE BURN

OF THE SKIN IN THE AIR…
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO THE FAIR?
YES

I HATE ALL THE SMILES THAT THEY WEAR
I FEEL NOTHING WILD UNDER HAIR
CHEST

I-I-I WANNA GO HOME MOMMY
WALKING ROUND WITH NO DOME
ILL BE BRAINLESS

KE-KE-KEEP YOSELF FROM ROUND ME
B-B-BLOOD ON ME I KEEP MY TOMMY
STAINLESS


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FUCK WHERE I’M FROM I HATE IT 
I’D RATE IT ONE STAR 
GONE FAR TO EVADE IT
IN LA TIL I MADE IT 

ONE WHO DIDNT RESONATE WITH THE REST
DESIGNATED REGRETS
JUST DELAYED A REFLEX
FLEW AWAY FROM THE NEST
AND I AINT LOOKING BACK

YEAH I STAY COOKING TRACKS 
YEAH I STAY IN MY HOUSE
ON THE FLOOR LIKE A MOUSE 
OR A RAT OR A BAT IN THE SKY
IN THE NIGHT LIKE A CAT I ATTACK

WITH A SWIPE AND YO LIFE
IN MY PAW LIKE A KNIFE

YOU AINT SAW NOTHING, RIGHT?
KEEP YO JAW LOCKING TIGHT
TALKING NADA MY SHOTTA 
MIGHT RIP UP YO TIGHT
FITTING PRADA
THE STREET GETTING HOTTER 
EYESIGHT 20/20

THEY FUNNY FOR MONEY
FOR CASH I BE WORKING 
IM LURKING IN SHADOWS
AND DITCHES IM HURTING
THESE RICHES IM CERTAIN
THESE BITCHES WANT SMOKE

(2:16)

I WILL NOT SMOKE WITH YOU LAMES
I AM BAD WITH YOUR NAMES BUT I REMEMBER HOMIES
THE PEOPLE THAT KNOW ME THAT CARE ABOUT ME
CUZ I CARE ABOUT THEM AND WE SHARE OUR EMOTIONS
THE MOTIONS THEY MAKING ME SICK ON AN OCEAN
OF POTION ENGROSSING MY EGO
A SEAGULL FLY OVERHEAD
KNOW IM DEAD, WHAT WOULD HAVE GRAMPA SAID
IF HE COME CLOSE TO YOUR FAMILY STAMP HIS HEAD

(2:36)

LIKE HE AN ENVELOPE
LOUD WHEN IM ON THE COKE
SOUND LIKE I DO EMOTE
NOW IM OFF PROZAC 
I KNOW THAT IM DYING 
JUST DONT WANNA GO BACK
THAT POLE MY NOSE 
DOING BLOW LIKE A SNOW CAP

I TOW THAT FOR DEFENSE
I HOP OVER THE FENCE
A CREEP IN THE DEEP END 
WHERE NOBODY SLEEPING

IM STEEPING IN HATRED
WONT BREAK BREAD WITH NO ONE
ILL MAKE MEDS AND THROW EM 
TO MAKE ENDS AND AND BLOW EM
IM GROWING IM MASSIVE
SHE KNOW THAT IM BLASTED 
SHE SHOWING HER ASSETS 
LIKE ALL OF HER FACETS
I MACERATE BITCHES 
WITH HERBS IN A CASKET
THEN ROLL OR PACK IT IN A 
BOWL AND DONT PASS IT

YOU BASTID



-



LOST 
12 IN THE BUSHES GOT NO TIME
MIGHT COST 12 K YOU TRYNA BUY MO RHYMES 
OKAY NOW

IN A FEW YEARS 
IMMA BE WORTH MORE THAN CURRENCY
NEW YEARS
IMMA BE WORTH MORE THAN CURRENTLY

DEFINITELY
SMOKE ANY FUCK NIGGA THAT STEP TO ME
REP THE BEACH 
I MIGHT FUCK YO SHIT UP IRREPARABLY
SEPERATELY
IMMA FUCK YO HOE TIL SHE HAVE TO PEE
MAD AT ME?
I AINT TRADE NO LOYALTY TO HAVE YA KEY
UNLIKE THE BITCH

EVEN WITH HER KNEELING 
I AINT LIKE THE BITCH
REALLY THO
EYE BE LOOKING STEELY COLD 

EYE BE LOOKING RED
FROM THE POT INSIDE MY GRINDER
FIND HER AND INJEST HER MARY JANE
I WONT BE PESTERED
LESSER

BEINGS IN THEY FEELINGS I DONT SEE EM
NOT IMPORTANT IMMA SHORTEN 
YOUR LIFE NO RETORTING 

MORTON, 
SALT ON YO WOUND
HOMIE HALT WHATCHU DOIN
IMMA TOON IT’S IMPLIED THAT IMMA LOON
WITH MY GOONS MAKING RUINS


OUTTA BUILDINGS
KNOW WE BUSTING THROUGH YOUR CEILINGS
WE DONT CARE ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS
TAT MYSELF MY SKIN IS PEELING
HEALING

REELING, FROM THE STENCH
WHY YOU SITTING, ON THE BENCH
LURKING, IN A TRENCH
HOPPING, EVERY FENCE
GANG

I BE COUNTING BUCKS AND I BLOW EM
LIKE A POACHER
IMMA ROACHER SMOKE IT DOWN TO MY FINGER
FOR THE CULTURE
YOU A VULTURE

WAIT, WAIT
HATE ME BITCH

GREAT SAY MY
NAME SAKE
TIL IM RICH

FAKE FAKE
BITCH YOU STAY THE RUNT

HIT THAT LICK
TAKE WHAT WE WANT

YOU A SNAKE ASS  NIGGA 
YOU A WHOLE ASS CUNT

IMMA BREAK YO FIGURES 
BITCH IM ON THE HUNT

DARKIE CANNOT RAP! (PROD. SOLSA X LiL CUBENSiS)

EVERYBODY'S EVERYTHING OUT NOW
https://lilpeep.lnk.to/EverybodysEverything

http://lilpeep.com

CHILL TF OUT (PROD. FONY WALLACE + S3V3NTHEAVEN)

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