brainsucker (prod. me) *great one exclusive* (hosted by bmg)

lyrics:

shoutout quenzy for the beat he lemme talk on it 
i got this song by myself 
but if im feeling good ill let my dog on it 
feel like i got everything n nothing at all 
it’s like im trapped inside a purgatory destined to fall 
but lemme talk 

still unnoticed by the law 
if i hear a beat n like it best believe i’ll pay the cost 
i ain like these other artists in my circle bitch i’m better 
you never 
could fathom all the shit that i can do 

you might end up w a stab wound don’t think i was lyin 
cuz if i were to compare you to me you’d be crying 
shoutout all my brothers in the usa
i hope yall survive
almost let yo bad habits slip w everybody dying 
baby what the fuck 

knew that you would end up in my bed 
when you told me that i hit it right but you ain call me back so what the fuck 
do not be a tease baby 
you can’t lemme taste n then goodbye like it was nothin got me wondering what the fuck 

i know you a bad girl 
you party all the time railing coke in the bathroom 
if anyone gon hit it then it’s me who gon have you 
i know i got sum issues in my head hear me out jus lemme talk

lemme talk 
lemme talk 
lemme talk
lemme talk then bitch lemme talk 
we all got addictions baby let’s go take a walk 
n you can lemme talk
lemme talk

MY TURN TO SPEAK (PROD. FREEQUENZY)

@shewaslikeheroin (ig)
art by @ah_yo_ki (ig)

man of action (prod. erlax)

SORRY I FORGOT TO PUT IT ON SOUNDCLOUD, BETTER LATE THAN NEVER

bitch not taking none from me again
ay come get it in
fuck round let you find out where i been
what’s up bitch i pick up where i started at
if i let you forget i must be dead and can’t come get it back

mask up on my wallpaper
fah fah
MPH gon match the fucking BPM
somebody don’t die tonight inside this whip nobody win
somebody gon try tonight that’s fine i think im ready, spin

i feel great, bitch, danny towers
we gon fuck that vigil up just tell em ship the flowers
6AM im tweaking out i been on different powders
i mix everything i do come find out if im bout it
x2

im not with nobody bitch
i cut off them people, find out what the problem is
bitch i up my ABV before i talk to anybody
you don’t keep none round the crib that’s cool, bitch i got it on me
and i got no love left,
my life been enough bet,
still up on that subject,
it won’t be no suspect
i go out by me,
for i let y’all fucking take me there
pussy i pack grief
why the fuck would i keep playing fair

i feel great, bitch, danny towers
we gon fuck that vigil up just tell em ship the flowers
6AM im tweaking out i been on different powders
i mix everything i do come find out if im bout it
x2

DANNY TOWERS [PROD. SKOTSKR]

THUG IT OUT (PROD. FONY WALLACE + JACKZORANA + KROSE)

DON'T FIGHT GOD! (FT. JENX2) (PROD. YOUMADCXD)

GODHANDUSA - SALVATION (CUBIE FLIP)

GODHAND MAKE DAT SHIT SWANG LET OUR MUTHAFUCKIN NUTS HANG BITCH!!!

SWANGIN' (PROD. SKOTSKR)

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)

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