BLEH!!!

prod. fony wallace, meo.w4v, dreamz

LYRICS:

I’M ON A FLIGHT SFO TO ZURICH
BROWN BOY DRIPPING ALL BLACK LIKE A KEURIG
DRIVE ON THE VINE
JUST GIMME SOME TIME 
I FEEL LIKE GOOD WINE THE WAY IM MATURING 

IM EATING FILLET MIGNON WITH THE FROI GOI
I MAKE THE PACK DISAPPEAR BITCH VOILA 
I’M IN AUSTRALIA HOLDING KOALAS
WHILE I LISTEN TO TAME IMPALA

DO IT AGAIN AND AGAIN THIS SHIT NOT HARD 
I’M BUYING HOTEL ROOMS NOT WOCKHARDT 
I’M IN THE AUDI YOU WHIPPING A DODGE DART
CAME A LONG WAY FROM THE CINNAMON POP TARTS

YEAH
YOU EVER SAT IN THE BACK OF A COP CAR?
YOU EVER FLY FROM AUCKLAND TO SYDNEY?
I DO THIS OFTEN YOU NOT IN THESE CITIES

LEMMON 714 IN MY KIDNEYS
BALD BOY I’M IN THE ZONE LIKE BRITNEY
ME AND MY GIRL LIKE MICKEY AND MINNIE 
GOT SOMETHING IN COMMON 
LIKE BOBBY AND WHITNEY 

I JUST FLEW OVER PAPAU NEW GUINEA 
I JUST FLEW RIGHT OVER THE BLACK SEA
AIRPLANE FOOD IN ECONOMY NASTY 
I’M THE FRONT OF THE PLANE WHERE IT’S CLASSY

YEAH
I’M IN A WHIP THAT DON’T GOT NO BACKSEATS
I’M IN A PRIVATE JET IT GOT SIX CHAIRS
LAY ON A RUG IT MADE OUT OF A BIG BEAR

SHE WANNA DYE HER HAIR ALL THE TIME
I DON’T CARE AS LONG AS SHE CAN CAN PUT IT IN PIG TAILS
IM IN THE UK I GOT THAT OAKLEY JACKET ON ME IT’S LIKE 4 DEGREES IN WALES

YEAH
IT’S LIKE 2 DEGREES OUT IN IRELAND
DOING THIS RAP SHIT CAN GET TIRING 
YOU USE CASH APP NIGGA I WIRE IT

WE COULD BE MEAN
I ROLL WITH THE TEAM
I’M SMOKING THAT GREEN
AND SOMETIMES VIOLET

TALKING THAT SHIT
YOU FLAPPING YO LIPS
IT’S FUNNY HOW QUICK SHIT CAN GET VIOLENT 

WE ARE NOT FRIENDS
YOU TALKING AGAIN?
I SWEAR TO GOD 
SOME NIGGAS BETTER OFF SILENT

IM IN HAWAII 
NOW I’M IN JAPAN
THAT SHIT IS KAWAII 
I FUCK WITH THE ISLANDS

I’M GETTING HIGH
IT’S SLOWING THE TIME 
I FEEL THE SHIT LOWERING BOTH OF MY EYELIDS

YOU DON’T GET MONEY 
THAT’S WHY YOU LOOK BUMMY
I PAY ALL MY TAXES YOU DONT EVEN FILE IT

I’M ON A FLIGHT SFO TO ZURICH
BROWN BOY DRIPPING ALL BLACK LIKE A KEURIG
DRIVE ON THE VINE
JUST GIMME SOME TIME 
I FEEL LIKE GOOD WINE THE WAY IM MATURING 

IM EATING FILLET MIGNON WITH THE FROI GOI
I MAKE THE PACK DISAPPEAR BITCH VOILA 
I’M IN AUSTRALIA HOLDING KOALAS
WHILE I LISTEN TO TAME IMPALA

zürich

grapevine

bald headed boy

prod. fony wallace, taurs, klimax 

LYRICS: 

CHASING CHEESE

CAT AND MOUSE
TOM AND JERRY
THE WAY I’M CHASING CHEESE

USED TO SELL WEED
NOW I ONLY LIGHT IT UP AND BREATHE

IF IT’S GOT A SEED IN IT IMMA CALL THE PLUG AND GEEK 

FIRST CLASS SEAT 
DELTA AIRLINES SHIT AINT CHEAP

FIGHT ATTENDANT ASKING 
“SIR WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO EAT OR DRINK?”

LEMME GET A DOUBLE SHOT OF SCOTCH
ON THE ROCKS PLEASE

SHAWDY ASKING ME 
“HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE TOP G?”

EVERYDAY I WAKE UP IT FEEL LIKE
NOTHING CAN STOP ME

NOTHING CAN STOP ME
BUT MYSELF

HOW YOU GONNA TRUST SOMEBODY
YOU CAN’T EVEN TRUST YOURSELF

NIGGAS FEEL INVINCIBLE 
THAT’S WHY THEY THROW AWAY THEY HEALTH

ACTIVE CAMO ON ME 
LIKE I’M MASTER CHEIF 
I MOVE IN STEALTH

YOU GOT NOTHING IN YOUR BANK ACCOUNT
BUT GOT A BB BELT?

SPENDING ALL YOUR MONEY ACTING RICH
BITCH I REALLY AM

THEY SAY YOU CAN’T BUY A THRILL
I CAN 
I’M BUMPING STEELY DAN

I BEEN ON THE BEACH SO LONG 
RELAXING I GOT REALLY TAN

I GOT SO MUCH MONEY
SO I MADE THAT SHIT MY RAPPER NAME 

I JUST OPENED UP THE CURTAINS 
LIGHT COME IN 
THE SATIN HANG

I DON’T FUCK WITH NIGGAS THAT ACT DESPERATE
I THINK THAT IS LAME

MAN IS A FICKLE BEING:
SAD UNTIL HE’S HAD HIS WAY

THAT BITCH GOT DOWN ON HER KNEES 
LOOK UP AT ME
NOW YOU CAN PRAY

DON’T LET ANYBODY TELL YOU
WHAT YOU CAN AND CANNOT SAY

DON’T GET LOST 
TRYNA GET TO HEAVEN
YOU MIGHT LOSE YOUR WAY

I MAKE LIKE A DOLLOR EVERY SECOND
OFF THESE STREAMING PLAYS

CAT AND MOUSE
TOM AND JERRY
THE WAY I’M CHASING CHEESE

USED TO SELL WEED
NOW I ONLY LIGHT IT UP AND BREATHE

IF IT’S GOT A SEED IN IT IMMA CALL THE PLUG AND GEEK 

FIRST CLASS SEAT 
DELTA AIRLINES SHIT AINT CHEAP

cat and mouse

prod. fony wallace

LYRICS:

I GOT MONEY ON MY MIND 
MONEY STACKING TO THE SKY
GOT THAT ROLEX ON MY WRIST 
SO I SEE MONEY ALL THE TIME

I LIKE SHAWDY SHE A DIME
THAT MEAN SHE LOOK LIKE A TEN
GOT THAT MONEY
I’LL BUY EVERYTHING
ON EARTH IF I CAN

AND I WILL
I’M WALKING ROUND IN ALL BLACK
LIKE AN OIL SPILL
I MAKE TRACKS
LIKE THE RAILROAD DO
I MIGHT FRACK HACK SLASH
AND MAKE NEW

SHAWDY SAID WE SHOULD START A NEW WORLD ORDER
WHERE THE RICH GET RICHER AND THE POOR GET POORER
WHERE THE ONLY THING IN THE SKY IS MORTARS
AND THE WEF DISSOLVES OUR BORDERS

SHAWDY SAID WE SHOULD START A NEW WORLD ORDER
SHAWDY SAID WE SHOULD START A NEW WORLD ORDER
SHAWDY SAID WE SHOULD START A NEW WORLD ORDER
ME AND SHAWDY GONNA START A NEW WORLD ORDER

I GOT MONEY ON MY MIND
I GOT MONEY IN THE BANK
I GOT MONEY IN THE COMPANY 
THAT BUILDING ALL THE TANKS

SOME PEOPLE EATING BUGS 
BUT I LIKE WAGYU STEAK
WHAT KINDA SHIT YOU GOT INSIDE THIS COUNTRY I CAN TAKE?

WORKING HARD DEEP IN THE MINES TIL YO FUCKING BACK BREAKS
I WONDER HOW MUCH MONEY I COULD IMMORALLY MAKE 
I BEEN SMOKING ON PETROLEUM PACK OUT IN KUWAIT 
I GOT MONEY IN THE NEWS SO I TELL YOU WHAT TO HATE 

WE SHOULD START A NEW WORLD ORDER
WHERE THE RICH GET RICHER AND THE POOR GET POORER
WHERE THE ONLY THING IN THE SKY IS MORTARS
AND THE WEF DISSOLVES OUR BORDERS

SHAWDY SAID WE SHOULD START A NEW WORLD ORDER
SHAWDY SAID WE SHOULD START A NEW WORLD ORDER
SHAWDY SAID WE SHOULD START A NEW WORLD ORDER
ME AND SHAWDY GONNA START A NEW WORLD ORDER

new world order

lyrics and vocals by shteppi 
production by dylvinci

(hook:)
she get pissed when she hear me on the radio
wish that you’d get past it
u still hate me tho
been so long don’t een know what u hate me for
shit feel like H.B.O. 
you so dramatic girl but i still wish you safety tho
i’m on the radio
wish that you’d get past it
u still hate me tho
been so long don’t een know what u hate me for
shit feel like H.B.O. 
you so dramatic girl but i still wish you safety tho

(verse:)
really went n did me like that
uh huh
homie really went n did me like that
n her man way to pussywhipped 
by her to fight back
got my homies hot
fuck i guess its going like that
issa all out brawl n i know she like that
she in love with confrontation always makin slight cracks
hopin one day its the straw thats finna break a bitch back
in reality she never finna call dis chick back
ok ok ok damn
i remember back in 2020 we was fam
5 years later shawdy pray i’m losin all my bands
that shit ain’t gon happen, girl that shit aint in my plans
shawdy doing voodoo hope i’m feeling shit i cant
imma keep on rockin rollin doin’ ma lil dance
she gon keep on hating prayin while i’m in a van
tourin, doing shows n crying cuz i really lost my mans
damn

(hook:)
she get pissed when she hear me on the radio
wish that you’d get past it
u still hate me tho
been so long don’t een know what u hate me for
shit feel like H.B.O. 
you so dramatic girl but i still wish you safety tho
i’m on the radio
wish that you’d get past it
u still hate me tho
been so long don’t een know what u hate me for
shit feel like H.B.O. 
you so dramatic girl but i still wish you safety tho

shteppi - hbo.

BLEH!

GOOD CREDIT

OPM BABI

KING OF CALIFORNIA (PROD. WENDIGO)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
YEAH HOE!
IF YOU TALKIN’ SHIT YOU END UP DEAD HOE
YEAH HOE!
FUCK THE PRESIDENT & FUCK THE FEDS HOE
YEAH HOE!
I’M JUST TRYNA GET MY PEOPLE FED HOE
YEAH HOE!
BITCH I AIN’T NO BAKER, I GET BREAD THOUGH

YEAH HOE!
YO BITCH IN MY BED LIKE A PILLOW, BITCH
MUTHAFUCKA YOU CAN END UP LIKE A CIGARILLO
THIS MY TUMMY TUCKER
FUCKIN’ ON A LIGHTSKIN HOE, ASS LIKE A NUTTER BUTTER
STAY YO ASS ON THE SIDEWALK, HOE WE GUTTA GUTTA
YEAH HOE!

MONGO:
WALK UP IN THE PARTY, GO RETARDED, SCREAMIN’ YEAH HOE!
SHE THINK IT’S MY COCK, BUT IT’S MY GLOCK UP IN MY PANTS HOE
DIRTY BITCH, A FLIRTY BITCH, SHE FREAKY, THAT’S YA MANS’ HOE
SHE SAID “MONGO, CAN I EAT THE DICK UP?” I SAID YEAH HOE!
NEVER SCARED, A UNDER MY BED
FUCK THE FEDS, GUNNIN’ FOR THE BREAD, HIT YA FUCKIN’ HEAD
FREAKS AND GEEKS UNDERNEATH THE SHEETS, THAT’S YO FUCKIN’ BITCH
SUCKIN’ DICK, COME & GET YA SHIT, I’MMA DUMP A CLIP
HAND OF GOD, MAKE ‘EM HAND IT OVER LIKE “WHAT’S MINE IS YOURS”
M-O-N-G-O IN THE GUTTA, I SUPPLY THE POLES
FLIP THAT SAFETY OFF, THAT SHIT MAKE ME SOFT, I’M TRYNA BUST
FLIP THE HOURGLASS, CATCH A SUCKA, HOE, YO TIME IS UP

GONDA:
YEAH HOE!
IF YOU TALKIN’ SHIT YOU END UP DEAD HOE
YEAH HOE!
FUCK THE PRESIDENT & FUCK THE FEDS HOE
YEAH HOE!
I’M JUST TRYNA GET MY PEOPLE FED HOE
YEAH HOE!
BITCH I AIN’T NO BAKER, I GET BREAD THOUGH
(x2)

YEAH HOE (PROD. REQUIEM CULT)

LYRICS:

MONGO:
CHECK, CHECK, CHECK, YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IT IS!
MONGO IN YO MUTHAFUCKIN HOE
77.7 HAND OF GOD FM COMIN’ AT YA WITH A SPECIAL REQUEST
WHAT’S THAT MONGO?
NOW I SEE A LOT OF PUSSY MUTHAFUCKAS IN THE HOOD SLEEPIN’ ON THE HAND
AW NAW!
WHEREVER YOU AT, PICK YO MUTHAFUCKIN’ FEET UP OFF THE GROUND, BITCH!
OKAY!
THIS GODHAND VOLUME 2!

GONDA:
BITCH GET UP!
TALKIN’ SHIT, SUPER SOAKER, YOU GET WET UP
POKER FACE, NO EXPRESSION, I WON’T LET UP
YOU LIKE A CHESS SET, BITCH, YOU CAN GET SET UP
HIT YOU WITH A LEFT RIGHT LEFT, CHIN CHECK
LEAVE YO EYE THE SAME COLOR AS SOME WINDEX
I’M IMPATIENT, WAITIN’ MAKE ME FED UP
YOU MADE A FOOL OF YOURSELF, BITCH, GET UP!

I’M A CERTIFIED FUCK YO BITCH SPECIALIST
LEAVE HER SATISFIED, YOU KNOW THAT GONDA ALWAYS EXCELLENT
RAPPERS ARE MY SONS, TO MY CUM THAT’S A TESTAMENT
GOT A MILLION KIDS, THAT’S A CONSERVATIVE ESTIMATE
UH, I’M SMOKIN’ ON THAT SHIT THAT MAKE YOU IMMOLATE
I TOOK TOO MUCH SHROOMS, SO NOW MY EYEBALLS LOOK LIKE DINNER PLATES
UH, WE DOIN’ 107 ON THE INTERSTATE
SLEEPIN’ ON ME, FAKE, I KNOW THAT ALL THE REAL ONES BEEN AWAKE
UH

MONGO:
I’M A BONAFIDE BITCH GETTER
M-O-N-G-O CUM CORRECT, FUCK YO BITCH BETTER
BABY GLOCK TURN A SUCKA YOUNG, HE A BED WETTER
FUCK HER THROAT UP, LIL MONGO HAD TO GET MY HEAD MEASURED
BITCH, STICK YO TONGUE OUT OR WHAT YOU HERE FOR?
OOWEE, WHIP MY GUN OUT, WHAT IT HIT FOR?
30 BANDS AND IT’S ALL CHAINS, LIL BRODIE, TRUST ME
GET IT UP, STICKS IN THIS HOE, WE PACKIN’ LUNCH MEAT LIL BITCH

GONDA & MONGO:
BITCH GET UP! 
TALKIN’ SHIT, SUPER SOAKER, YOU GET WET UP (YOU GET BLITZED)
POKER FACE, NO EXPRESSION, I WON’T LET UP (I WON’T LET UP)
YOU LIKE A CHESS SET, BITCH, YOU CAN GET SET UP (YOU CAN GET SET UP)
HIT YOU WITH A LEFT RIGHT LEFT, CHIN CHECK (PUT YOU DOWN, HOE)
LEAVE YO EYE THE SAME COLOR AS SOME WINDEX 
I’M IMPATIENT, WAITIN’ MAKE ME FED UP (I’M LOSIN’ PATIENCE)
YOU MADE A FOOL OF YOURSELF, BITCH, GET UP!

GET UP! (PROD. GORT)

LYRICS:

MONGO:
G-O-D-H-A-N-D! (WHAT?)
G-O-D-H-A-N-D! (WHAT?)

THE WORLD IS JUST A LIVING HELL! 
THE WORLD IS JUST A LIVING HELL!
GET IT ON MY OWN, STAY UP ON IT, NEVER FOLD
ONLY GET ONE FUCKIN’ SHOT, KEEP IT PUSHIN’ TO THE BONE ‘CUZ
I SAID
THE WORLD IS JUST A LIVING HELL!
I SAID
THE WORLD IS JUST A LIVING HELL!

GOTTA STAY UP ON YO GAME, IF YOU DON’T THAT’S HOW YOU DIE
YOU KNOW MONGO NEVER CRACK UNDER PRESSURE, LET ‘EM FLY
THAT’S A BULLET IN YO EYE, WHAT WAS A CHANCE TO PRAY TO GOD
WANNA SEE THE WORLD IN FLAMES IF I DON’T GET WHAT I WANT
WANNA SEE YO BODIES DROP, RID THE WORLD OF DEMONKIND
EVERY DAY I SWEAR TO GOD, I’MMA PUT ONE IN YO SPINE
I’MMA END YO FUCKIN’ LINE, PUT YO SOUL UP IN THE SKY
PUT YO BODY IN THE GROUND, BETTER WAVE YOUR LAST GOODBYE

GOTTA GET IT ON MY OWN, STAY UP ON IT, NEVER FOLD
ONLY GOT ONE FUCKIN’ SHOT, I’MMA PUT IT IN YO DOME ‘CUZ
I SAID
THE WORLD IS JUST A LIVING HELL!
I SAID
THE WORLD IS JUST A LIVING HELL!
GET IT ON MY OWN, STAY UP ON IT, NEVER FOLD
ONLY GET ONE FUCKIN’ SHOT, KEEP IT PUSHIN’ TO THE BONE ‘CUZ
I SAID
THE WORLD IS JUST A LIVING HELL!
I SAID
THE WORLD IS JUST A LIVING HELL!

GONDA:
YEAH, THE WORLD IS ON FIRE
I DON’T WANNA SEE YOU MUTHAFUCKAS CRYIN’ WHEN I DIE
TONGUES OF THE POLITICIANS DRIPPIN’ WITH LIES
LOAD THE CLIP UP, LET IT FLY THRU A CEO EYES
YEAH, I’M TRYNA GET JUST LIKE LUIGI, CALL ME MARIO
I STOMP ‘EM OUT, BITCH I LEAVE ‘EM BLEEDING
THE WORLD IS JUST A LIVING HELL
THEY MADE THE WORLD A LIVING HELL

MONGO:
GOTTA GET IT ON MY OWN, STAY UP ON IT, NEVER FOLD
ONLY GOT ONE FUCKIN’ SHOT, I’MMA PUT IT IN YO DOME ‘CUZ
I SAID
THE WORLD IS JUST A LIVING HELL!
I SAID
THE WORLD IS JUST A LIVING HELL!
GET IT ON MY OWN, STAY UP ON IT, NEVER FOLD
ONLY GET ONE FUCKIN’ SHOT, KEEP IT PUSHIN’ TO THE BONE ‘CUZ
I SAID
THE WORLD IS JUST A LIVING HELL!
I SAID
THE WORLD IS JUST A LIVING HELL!

GONDA:
WE ARE NOT EACH OTHER’S ENEMIES
WE GON’ HAVE TO PUT DOWN THE WEED AND THE HENNESSY
ORGANIZE, THE REVOLUTION WON’T BE TELEVISED
ONLY LIES, I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL FIGHT WHILE I’M ALIVE
HOE, YOU PUSSY, YOU OPP WITH PEOPLE STANDIN’ HALF YO SIZE
SHOOT YO KNEES OUT SO WE CAN PRAY WHILE I LOOK IN YO EYES
THIS THE FRENCH REVOLUTION BITCH, WHO THE SNITCH?
LET ME FIND OUT YOU GOT A BOOT TO LICK
PEOPLE STARVIN’ ON GOD’S EARTH, IT MAKE ME FUCKIN’ SICK
LET’S GO KILL A BILLIONAIRE AND TAKE HIS SHIT
THEY TRYNA DESTROY A NIGGA FOR CREATIN’ SHIT?
THEY TRYNA TURN US INTO SLAVES, HOE
I CAN’T EVEN SLEEP UNTIL I’M LYIN’ IN MY GRAVE, HOE
PROTECT YO WOMEN AND CHILDREN, LET’S KEEP ‘EM SAFE, HOE
FUCK A LOBBYIST, I LEAVE A PUSSY BITCH BODILESS
PUT HIM UNDERGROUND, THEY CANNOT LOCATE WHERE HIS BODY IS

SEND A DEAD FISH TO THE PRESIDENT, BITCH, IT’S GODHAND!

THE WORLD IS A LIVING HELL (PROD. BRUHMANEGOD)

LYRICS: 

MONGO:
POCKET FULL OF BLUE BILLS, POCKET FULL OF GREEN BILLS
(x4)

CHECK, CHECK, ONE, TWO, YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IT IS!
MONGO IN YO BITCH, YOU LISTENIN’ TO 77.7 HAND OF GOD FM!
LOAD UP THAT .38 AND TAKE YO BROKE ASS TO THE BANK!
POCKETS FAT IN THIS MUTHAFUCKA, 365 DAYS BITCH!

POCKET FULL OF BLUE BILLS, POCKET FULL OF GREEN BILLS
POCKET FULL OF E-PILLS
(x2)

POCKETS FULL OF BANGERS, POCKETS FULL OF STRAPS
WHAT YOU WANT?
GOT POCKETS LIKE A FAT BITCH, WE EATIN’ CRAB
WHAT YOU ON?
YO POCKETS FULL OF NOTHIN’, POCKETS FULL OF SCRAPS
YO CLIQUE IS FULL OF SUCKAS, TRICKS, FUCKIN’ RATS
POCKETS ON LIKE 20 MILLION OFF OF FUCKIN’ RAP
CHARGE IT TO THE GAME, HAND OF GOD UP IN YO FUCKIN’ TRAP
FEATURE PRICE A SLAVE AND A HALF, CHAINS ON MY HANDS
YO HOE SEE THE WORK, MONGO BLAST STAINS ON HER BACK, BLAH BLAH!

POCKET FULL OF BLUE BILLS, POCKET FULL OF GREEN BILLS
POCKET FULL OF E-PILLS, POCKET FULL UH, POCKET FULL UH
(x2)

GONDA:
YOU ARE NOW TUNED INTO THE HAND OF GOD, BITCH!
DON’T GO ANYWHERE, CAUSE YOU CAN’T TRICK!
I SWEAR TO GOD THESE NIGGAS PUSSY ANYWAYS.
GRIP THAT STRAP AND MAKE THAT RAP MUSIC, THERE AIN’T NO GOIN’ BACK
FOR NIGGAS LIKE US, SWEAR TO GOD!

POCKETS FULL OF PERCOCET AND POCKETS FULL OF XANNIES HOE
MY GLOCK COME WITH TITTIES AND A DICK, MY BLICK A TRANNY HOE
GIVE A FUCK ‘BOUT RAP, GOT THE BITCHES DROPPIN’ PANTIES THOUGH
FUCK THAT BITCH AND SEND HER HOME, I DON’T TALK TO HER ANYMORE!
POCKETS FULL OF MOLLY, BITCHES CALLIN’ ME
WHAT YOU WANT?
NIGGAS ACTIN’ PUSSY BUT HARD IN THEY RAPS
WHAT YOU ON?
IF HE TALKIN’ SHIT AND I RUN INTO HIM, IT’S GOIN’ DOWN
BLACK AROUND THE EYES, RED NOSE, HE LOOK LIKE A CLOWN
HAHAHA, FIRST I KILL A DEMON THEN GO HAHAHA
PULL UP ON YO BLO-O-OCK I’M SHOOTIN’ WITH THAT FA FA FA
YO BITCH CALL ME PA PA PA, YOU CAN’T SAY SHIT LIKE DOT DOT DOT
YOU ASKIN’ ME FOR MONEY, GOT THAT SHIT UP IN MY PO-PO-PO-PO-

MONGO:
POCKET FULL OF BLUE BILLS, POCKET FULL OF GREEN BILLS
POCKET FULL OF E-PILLS, POCKET FULL UH, POCKET FULL UH
(x2)

POCKETS FULL UH (PROD. GORT)

pony

im a monster in your real life

stupid

isnt it obvious

stop reminding me im human

2008

Pronounced "Grey 2" or "Grey The Second"

BROUGHT TO YOU BY THEXPERIMENT AND KNGDM

BLEH!!!

Grey.ii