Runnin (prod. asari)

prod Luzyy2k

@gonesodontcomeback

I know that they never wanna talk 
I know that they never wanna talk 
I know that they never wanna talk 
I know that they never wanna - (ugh)
put em on a shirt 
then I lay em in the dirt 
If you gon keep on talking, just know it gon make it worse 
clip like a vst the way I load it up 
(where’s marker?…there’s no shot he died)

put em on a shirt 
then I lay em in the dirt 
If you gon keep on talking just know it gon make it worse 
clip like a vst the way I load it up
we got soft aim, wall hacks 
so no you can’t run from us 
ima really scam a kid off his fucking robux
always posted in the VC so I do not know ya
money coming in, my pockets steady like my jeans they fat boy
try talk up on me ima come at ya boy

@rutrackerr

oh yeah i rock vet u rock instagram brands little bitch we not the same
girl hit me up in 10
my bitch said she wanna blow her brain
walked in on my brother almost caught bro feelin
yeah id rather fuck ur bitch on the top floor ceiling
when i emptied out that clip he could not hold still
saw u posted with that blick but that shit aint real
oh yeah yeah
call my bro and he come through
bitch i know that u mad hoe yeah
i pull up with a drum too
put that stick in the back hoe yuh
rip through the clip im an asshole yuh
posted in queens with a bad hoe yuh
they be buying my clothes they dont know what it is so i put on the tax hoe yeah

clip like a vst

Just not her (Self Prod.)

cristian dior w cindy

feat @visaluvsu

[@me]
#angelboys
how u pull up wit a stick
n not shoot?
ima shoot dat pussy bitch
in the drive thru
only fall 4 a girl
if i av to
ive been switchin genres
2 surpass u

huh huh
pull up wit a blick
pull up wit a stick
ima make sure u get hit now
dont mess wit no girls
cuz they always playin tricks now
sorry my voice ass
i dont normally sing dis shi now

gettin all dis money
boy im jugg fit
huh keep dat baggy on me
on dis plug shi
feelin like im bladee
cuz ill never be the nicest
keep dis blicky on me
cuz yk dat i dont miss

aye got these bands
like a jew
angelboys miw
dats the crew
all i do is fight boy
im not talkin foo oh
wut u tryna do?
fck the purp my wok is blue

[@visaluvsu]
perc im walkin slow, nd dat bitch gon gimme throat yahh
heard u stay wit jews, why u lick up on they boot no?
nose cleaner than a white hoe
cant fw a bankroll
roll him in it but the gang slow
first place like im lando
bust a right like its WRC
why yo bitch keep lookin at me?
hit em once now we poppin his knee
wanna cop its like 30 a piece
ion fw u scammin me
ion fw u hatin me
ion fw u hatin us
ion fw u hatin love
cant feel nun but lust
cant fail nun but trust

surpass u .ᐟ .ᐟ + visa (hlftime) #angelboys #miw #yyy

adderall w/ bat64 & lexa903

mufasa prod me

sorry

Frenemies — Part B dives deeper into the games, gossip, and hidden agendas that define toxic friendships and love gone sideways. Lyra Noel delivers trap-R&B confessionals with sharp storytelling, melodic grit, and a voice that refuses to stay silent.
This is the chapter of clarity, boundaries, and reclaiming your peace — turning betrayal into lessons and petty drama into power.

Chaos walks with me

Verse 1
I step into the day with a reckless calm,
a ticket in my pocket, a road humming underfoot.
The sky feels wide enough for my flaws,
wide enough for my strange and my rise.
I move light, no baggage but the grit in my ribs,
no script but the pulse that tells me, “Forward.”

Pre-Chorus
Fear walks behind me like an old shadow,
but I let it sharpen me, not claim me.

Chorus
I move like someone born for the wild turn.
I walk the wire and call it living.
I stay rare in a world addicted to easy.
I rise with the storm instead of hiding from it.
I am traveling light — fierce, unruly, alive.

Verse 2
Her eyes strike like cold lightning,
pulling fire from parts of me I thought long gone.
Destiny laughs from the corner booth,
scribbling our names in restless ink.
We dance off the map, two sparks in the undertow,
chasing the truth that doesn’t apologize.

Pre-Chorus
The world pushes its caution into my hands,
but I drop it, and lift my own clarity instead.

Chorus
I move like someone born for the wild turn.
I walk the wire and call it living.
I stay rare in a world addicted to easy.
I rise with the storm instead of hiding from it.
I am traveling light — fierce, unruly, alive.

Bridge
Between the madness and the miracle, I find myself.
Between the danger and the dawn, I recognize my name.
Truth bends the rules around my stride,
and every step burns just enough to matter.

Final Chorus / Tag
I move like someone born for the wild turn.
I walk the wire and call it living.
I stay rare, I stay true, I stay awake.
I rise with the storm, I ride with the night.
I am traveling light — traveling light —
traveling light.
VERSE 1
Here I go, dodging cracks in the street,
weaving through noise with blistered feet.
Midday weight presses on my chest—
still I chase the story that feels best.
Why keep moving when the world says stop?
Because stillness tilts and doubts rise up.
Momentum keeps the ghosts at bay
and quiets what fear tries to say.

CHORUS
I carry a kink in the soul—
that wild small fracture I can’t control.
For every bright power I cradle inside,
there’s a soft cracked place I tend to hide.
Grace grows steady along that brink—
the gift and the crack, that kink.


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VERSE 2
Every face in the rushing crowd
keeps their secrets wrapped in loud.
Strong ones break when the nights run long,
quiet ones rise when the world feels wrong.
I hold sharp wit, yet tender bone,
hide from love then fear being alone.
The part of me that shines with light
leans on the flaw that keeps me right.

CHORUS
I carry a kink in the soul…
(and the mantra repeats its whole).

BRIDGE
Maybe some cosmic watcher smiled
and paired my strength with something wild—
a soft flawed zone inside my chest
so every triumph stays humble-blessed.

FINAL CHORUS/TAG
So when I stumble on my private ache,
I remember every heart must break.
Half saint, half mess, half honest truth—
this kink keeps me aligned with proof.


clip like a vst

sunny