RUM AND COKE prod. hool

Produced by @ocdbzicca

lyrics

Another trip
Here we are again
Now onto the moon
Reality split into propaganda
Hourly on the news
Like who is who
Dropping nukes
Get ready for war or kiss the boots
So what’s the move
Where’s the loot
Rather just win and never lose
I ain’t surprised if this don’t change
I ain’t gon’ cry about what they say
Ride heavy got gg’s and some dank
I’m headed to heb for steaks
You can go and try to be the next thing
But I’m just tryna get through this day
Wanna have a time for once to think
Bout getting this work done off my plate

Ain’t fucking witchya
The Lil Shun Militia 
Got demons in my brain
Who’s packing verbal ammunition
Spray and hit your face
I hope your family kept good pictures
Know I made a plan n sure know damn well left no witness

No sey my mood
Better resume back to the shit that I’m always gonna bleed true
Never need you
Too soon
Silly GooneBoone
What did he do
Prolly seeing two off the ‘delo’s n Blue Moon’s

Psycho addict spreading havoc on this planet
It’s a habit
Xans and acid
Damn I’ve had it
Final act is all my damage
Psycho addict spreading havoc on this planet
It’s a habit
Xans and acid
Damn I’ve had it
Final act is all my damage

FINAL ACT prod. OCD BZICCA

333 YOUR ONLY HALF EVIL

Produced by @5dlos
Recorded, Mixed, & Mastered by @gooneboone
Artwork by @imfuctup

Lyrics

Psychedelic pimpin’ the way these hoes trippin
Southern boy from the Gulf
Shunny, lord of the coast

Guess it’s not the best time, then again, when is it best
You still never act fine
We pretend like we are still friends
What did I do?
Did I hurt you?
Can you come near?
Can you tell the truth?

Out of sight, out of mind
Lil Shun don’t wanna hide
Time to fly up out the coop
Time to see my brothers shine
I can visualize a plan
I can try and save a dime
But the main concern is that I stay up on my grind
Ten toes down, in all black, yeah it’s the Boone
Suckas talk a lot shit but he rap real smooth
Had to let it be known ain’t no one can dethrone
The southern boy from the Gulf
Shunny, lord of the coast
Psychedelic pimpin’ the way these hoes trippin
My whereabouts unknown
Oh well, I could be missing
Somewhere in the cut
Tryna figure shit out
Might roll another blunt
Take a cruise around town, yeah

Psychedelic pimpin’ the way these hoes trippin
Southern boy from the Gulf
Shunny, lord of the coast

Go and getchya ho and fetch
A lil bit of Boat N Net
Chomping on that good good while I sip my Big Red
Yeah, I’d be happy if I died right now
Know if I had more money I’d hop on a flight by now
So til then I’mma just leave it in the bank
Worry about some other shit
Could care less what they think
Matter of fact write it down
Take a picture and then go stamp it
Then write the address out to “up your ass” on the back end
That’s Priority
Bow on floors for thee
Plenty of love to go around but ya know there’s more from me
Hey, hey, hey
Lil shun?
What you need hun?
Can we have fun?
Yeah, yeah
Now spark me up one
Pretty backwood baddie
Matter fact her she call me daddy
Never talks back
Never had a day go badly
Handouts for the fiends
And she’s bagging em up
Couple dimes from the dime
Leave em red like her blush
Let em drool
Let em stay simpin’
While you take another dose, I’m psychedelic pimpin’

Psychedelic pimpin’ the way these hoes trippin
Southern boy from the Gulf
Shunny, lord of the coast

PSYCHEDELIC PIMPIN prod. 5D Lo$

I am proud to announce the first ever children of the trap tape!!!
this is something special i waited a long time 4...My brothers and I made 5 tracks of straight heat going at each others necks tryna show who's the best but also made some of the best music that we all made in a long time. This gave us fun times and brought back hunger for the love the game and del taco.... Thank you to the ones that support us in our journey and we hope u all enjoy.

0529 FT. Bojack Black x Cam Roberts x LiL XAV (Prod. COMA.)

YOGA

Trapped

That's How They All Go (Doctor Doctor)

Free (ft. Lil Xav & Kota.)

BUST NOW, GREIF LATER FEAT. RICO ICE COLD (PROD. LOW KEY SAVAGE)

produced by @realdazigus


lyrics

Shunny looking funny getting litty like a titty
By my lonesome crunching numbers
You know Thrasher on the TV
Zoned out, 4AM, what the fuck am I gon’ do
Glob drop on them foos and I’m sippin’ some more brew

Who noticed subtleties
No one knows of, no one sees
I’m rolling up the trees
Solo blunts, that’s all I need
Choked scream yelled, “Shunny please!”
Oh no help?
Hoe, on your knees
I’m cold, below degrees
Nope not frozen
Unloading heat
Only gulf, my coast
The 361, that’s all I breathe
I’m cold, below degrees
Nope not frozen
Unloading heat
Only gulf, my coast
The 361, that’s all I breathe

Shunny looking funny getting litty like a titty
By my lonesome crunching numbers
You know Thrasher on the TV
Zoned out, 4AM, what the fuck am I gon’ do
Glob drop on them foos and I’m sippin’ some more brew

RUM AND COKE prod. hool

BOONE