(prod. Saint Urya)



Lyrics: 

Bitch you wanna talk
Why you asking if I’m ready

Working off a pack
And I be counting up my fetti 

I don’t wanna cruise around
In a dirty ass Chevy 

But I do it anyway
Just to tote around a remy 



Roll the window down
Just to kick my fucking feet up

Rolling up the loud
It kinda smell like diarrhea 

Ask if I’m lil shook
I said its kinda nice to meet ya

Talking on my squad
Then you gon have to greet the heater 



Buying all this weed
But I still care about my paper

I don’t give a fuck about
A single fucking hater

Making all this music
Probably waking up my neighbors 

Knocking on my door
But I’m not coming out till later



Phone on DND
No I’m not dealing with the drama

Beat yo fucking ass
And now your running to your mama

Chilling on my block
I feel like Sosa with the llama

Worried bout my life
But I’m just worried bout my commas



Hit a fucking lick 
And now it’s getting fucking messy

Had to take a break
Because my chest is feeling heavy 

Had to pick it because
A pussy wanna test me

Anything just to get
My fucking pockets heavy



Bitch you wanna talk
Why you asking if I’m ready

Working off a pack
And I be counting up my fetti 

I don’t wanna cruise around
In a dirty ass Chevy 

But I do it anyway
Just to tote around a remy 



Roll the window down
Just to kick my fucking feet up

Rolling up the loud
It kinda smell like diarrhea 

Ask if I’m lil shook
I said its kinda nice to meet ya

Talking on my squad
Then you gon have to greet the heater 



Buying all this weed
But I still care about my paper

I don’t give a fuck about
A single fucking hater

Making all this music
Probably waking up my neighbors 

Knocking on my door
But I’m not coming out till later



Phone on DND
No I’m not dealing with the drama

Beat yo fucking ass
And now your running to your mama

Chilling on my block
I feel like Sosa with the llama

Worried bout my life
But I’m just worried bout my commas



Hit a fucking lick 
And now it’s getting fucking messy

Had to take a break
Because my chest is feeling heavy 

Had to pick it because
A pussy wanna test me

Anything just to get
My fucking pockets heavy



Bitch you wanna talk
Why you asking if I’m ready

Working off a pack
And I be counting up my fetti 

I don’t wanna cruise around
In a dirty ass Chevy 

But I do it anyway
Just to tote around a remy

READY (prod. Saint Urya)

RATDICK RALPH (KAMATAYAN X AUXXI) [PROD.GUARDIAN]

GOREJIT - IM GETTING PUT ON A WATCHLIST FOR THIS (PROD. FROSTTT)

LYRICS

YOU GET GOBSMACKED
WE KNOW YOU AIN’T ON THAT
IMA RIP HIS FLESH
AND DO HIS BODY LIKE A SAW TRAP
QUIT IT WITH THAT TALKING BOY
THIS AIN’T NO FUCKING PODCAST
SWANG WITH MY AXE
MAKE EM ROT
THAT’S WHEN GOD LAUGHS
I KNOW LOTS OF PEOPLE THAT BE WISHING
AND THEY WANT ME DRAD
CAUSING HELLA TRAUMA TO HIS NOGGIN
WHEN I STOMP HIS HEAD
AIN’T NO SLOPPY STEPPIN
KNOT INTESTINES
IM A ROTTEN GEM
CAN U FEEL MY OMNIPRESENCE
STEPPING WHILE I’M GNAWING FLESH

LET IT GO

LET GO OF IT

GOBSMACKT. W/ MISSINGFACTXR & YAFFE [PRD. ME]

ALL THESE STUPID FUCKERS  DISSAPOINTMENTS. SOFT LIKE OINTMENT. CUTING OUT HIS EYEYS AND TONGUE THE PUSSY JUST ANNOYING SO FLAMBOYANt. 

IMMA TYRANT. NEED SOME FREAKY SLUTs  IN MY BED LIKE MILEY CYRUS. LICKING ON MY HAMMER HANDS BEHIND HER BEHIND BACK UNTIL SHE SWALLows yeah she got some manners.. FUCK THE BANTER TAKE THEM TO MY GALLOWS NOTHING  NEW THESE RAPPERS SCAMMERS. Always want attention bitch you can not get my mention.  OFF THE  PSYCHEDELICS  WHEN I GO EXPLORE DIMENSIONS.

 THEY CANT FW MY VISON ALL THESE NIGGAS BULLSHITTIN LOCKED UP IN A FUCKING PRISON LOCKED UP IN A PRISOOOON.

STAY STRAPPED LIKE A TODDLER IN HIS SKETCHERS. 100 LIGHTERS ON MY MFN DRESSER. SMOKING BLUNT AFTER BLUNT UNTIL MY CHEST HURT. CHAIN AROUND MY NECK LIKE A ROTWILER.   LEAVE HIS BODY RANCID LET HIS ORGANS SPOIL. HEATING UP THE BLOCK LIKE A FUCKING VAPE COIL. LET THE BODIES SIZZZLE  ON THE fucking CONCRETE.

BEAT THE FUCKER WITH A BRICK HE A TRICK DGAF MAKE HIM CHOKE UP ON THE BLICK. HANDS OFF MY POSSESSIONS SWIPER NO SWIPING. WHY TF THEY BITING. CHOP His FUcking FINGERS OFF YEAH I GET TO SLICING.

THESE BOYS FLAMBOYANT THEY SO ANNOYING  BITCH IM DESTROYING. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.  CREEPING ON MY TRAIL GET BURRIED JUST CUZ YOU WERE STALKING. SHOOT THIS BITCH UP LIKE A FILM BUT WE NOT VLOGGING  EVERY TIME THEY PLAY MY MUSIC IK THAT THEY ROCKING. MAKING OUR PRESCENCE KNOWN WE NOT INTO KNOCKING. 

THOUGHT YOU WAS THE HIGHEST OF THEM ALL I WATCH YOU FALL. THE DARK ABYSS THATS ENDLESS NO ONE HERES YOUR CRIES OR CALLS.  LIFE IS SHORT DEATH IS LONG. 



V3NDETAA - FLAMBOYANT PROD.PTENKO

FIREFIGHT [HXLX]

MY FOOT CANT FIND THE BRAKE. [PROD. HUSHINSILENCE]

Prod.POTENTIAL SERIAL KILLER

Lyrics :
Je sais même pas où je vais 
Mais bon j'avance 
Ma tête est vide
Je vis comme un caïd 
Je regarde le ciel
J'admire les anges
Et les démons 
qui me crachent dessus
Tout est noir comme cette pluie de haine 
Personne ne me rattrape 
Personne ne m'attend
Tous ces chiens me regardent et me laissent tomber 
Je vous déteste tous merde

De mes mains je vais vous crever 
Je vais vous noyer 
Je vais vous buter 
Je vais vous crever 
Dans mon désespoir 
Je vous le promet 
Bande de putes 
Je vais vous crever de mes mains.

LES DÉMONS ME CRACHENT DESSUS [RAGE FREESTYLE]

NIBXL - BETTERPLACE PROD. CRMSYN (MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC)

7XVN - You Little Cry Baby (PROD. ARIGATOU)

Help mixed by Smoke Bomb <3

(Part 1)

Take me off of this planet I’ve had it, I move so sporadic, an addict, addicted to panic, I feel like I’m manic, make me go satanic

Yuh deep in my soul, I will not stay here I’m breaking the mould

You can’t fuckin stop me I’m an air strike, fist fight, I’m that mother fucker with the big knife, cut ties, I hate you fuckin faggots who just talk lies, I’ll die, in my own time you can see me then I’ll wave bye

Hoe what’s your deal?
Fuck how you feel
I ain’t no faker yuh I keep it real
Fuck mass appeal
Your ass gon squeal
If you a piggy I call that a meal
Yuh

Left right left right, I die we die, see that pussy in my eyesight
shoot him down make him go bye bye, Turn that pussy into tie dye

(Part 2)

I wish I knew what to do with all this pain in my chest, sometimes I wake up wish that life can just give me a rest, I’m not in school but when I was I’d be treated a pest, school shooter fuckin faggot I’ve heard em all them and the rest

Intrusive thoughts be so deep they fuckin swallow me whole, I need this music so this pain cannot swallow my soul, internal struggles can really get to you taking it’s toll, please talk to someone don’t fuckin mask it by smoking a bowl

If there’s one thing I know it’s that I need to survive, this is keeping me alive, my heart keeps beating deep inside, way inside this chest of mine

I need you
And when I say it yeah I mean it
Don’t believe I’ll repeat it
Til succeeded
I’ll repeat it
I need you 
Need you (X5)

I had those people sayin that I ain’t gonna be shit, because my music fit no genre I should just quit, but I ain’t ever about a trend so eat a fat dick, I’m makin sounds for all the kids who wanna mosh quick

There ain’t no single person you can  go and compare me to, I’m straight fuckin vermin don’t belong up in no petting zoo, I’m the fuckin rat giving your rappers the stomach flu, tryin to relate to kids with all your jewelry your showin through

Shit is fuckin retarded you’re not really a artist, just another carbon copy who ain’t even the smartest, go bungee jump with no harness, the industry is too heartless, Yeah what happened to all the music that could fix the cold hearted?

Instead we fixate on wealth, and give no shits about health, and then be wonderin why there’s kids who don’t wanna be themselves, y’all should just be yourself, startin there will help, and don’t trust these fuckin rappers you could find on the shelf

I’ve been here for so long, got so much that goes wrong 

I move on

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