LISTENING TO THIS WHILE IN SPANISH CLASS AND ITS FIRE GRIO

definitely Grioten the best 😎😎🔥🔥

(Hook) - CAIRO!

Yo
Boiii you keep talkin that shit
So if u really bout it pull up and don't flinch
And Let's Go
I know you in love w that bitch
Is she the one u callin your wife cuz
That is my hoe
And she keep suckin my dick
And don't you love the way she bend over and touch 
On her toes, bitch I know, he layin low
Cuz he don't want smoke

Bitch I came up from the bricks
Only way I thought I'd get out of that shit
Was a rope
All my boy's hittin them licks
Either that or they with the fiends and they
Sellin dat dope
And since we ain't never had shit
Ya gotta love the way a young nigga been
Drippin in gold, if he don't, he layin low
Cuz he don't want smoke


(Verse) - Ethan Ross

Say my name lil bitch do it justice, fuck this, ima go abuse another substance, cut with a different cloth then the fuck shit, constant panic on my mind from what I done did. On me, bitch I got bandz in my black jeans, tight grip pussy be controlling she a mad ting. Baffling, my haters broke hey say they fasting. All cap, yo pockets dust it’s embarrassing. Lemme address it, shawty wear that dress just for me I undress it, she looking sexy, she like it when I get aggressive, the way she throw it back is oh-so impressive// gonna be swinging fists I’m dangerous to fuck boys, I told him shut the fuck up I do not wanna hear one noise, I’m raging in the street with all goons we breaking windows, he said his gang outside you ain’t outside you little bitch hoe


(Hook) - CAIRO!

Yo
Boiii you keep talkin that shit
So if u really bout it pull up and don't flinch
And Let's Go
I know you in love w that bitch
Is she the one u callin your wife cuz
That is my hoe
And she keep suckin my dick
And don't you love the way she bend over and touch 
On her toes, bitch I know, he layin low
Cuz he don't want smoke

Bitch I came up from the bricks
Only way I thought I'd get out of that shit
Was a rope
All my boy's hittin them licks
Either that or they with the fiends and they
Sellin dat dope
And since we ain't never had shit
Ya gotta love the way a young nigga been
Drippin in gold, if he don't, he layin low
Cuz he don't want smoke

SMOKE!

SMOKE! - Ft. Ethan Ross (Prod Dxnilukx)

Yuh
Aye
Aye
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in yo door takin all your fucking shit
Like
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in your door takin all yo fucking shit
Like
All these little bitch boys
Fuck out my face I'm running to the bag
I need all my cake
Little shawty on her back I nut on her face
You don't flip no packs you a little mistake
Get up off my back
Get up off my dick
I don't fuck with no rats
You can eat this clip
Get out of my stack
Get out of my pack
Ima load this Mac
It gonna rip a stick
Fuck with the bum that's your biggest mistake
I got some hittas that need a new rank
Talk on my gang he gonna end up the same
Talk all that shit but you ain't about a stain
Cut up your throat you can choke on smoke
I been cooking up fire they on it like dope
Whip all white and it just like the Pope
Stick all black and it gon take your soul
You cannot fuck with the kid bitch you ain't on my level
We cooking them up and we poppin like kettle
I'm cuttin yo head you get left with a bezel
I'm taking your money your mouth to the metal
Like
Hangin out the window shotgun in my palms I'm high as fuck
Cruisin smokin indo lookin for another stain get left with blood

Yuh
Aye
Aye
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in yo door takin all your fucking shit
Like
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in your door takin all yo fucking shit
Like
All these little bitch boys
Fuck out my face I'm running to the bag
I need all my cake
Little shawty on her back I nut on her face
You don't flip no packs you a little mistake
Get up off my back
Get up off my dick
I don't fuck with no rats
You can eat this clip
Get out of my stack
Get out of my pack
Ima load this Mac
It gonna rip a stick
Fuck with the bum that's your biggest mistake
I got some hittas that need a new rank
Talk on my gang he gonna end up the same
Talk all that shit but you ain't about a stain
Cut up your throat you can choke on smoke
I been cooking up fire they on it like dope
Whip all white and it just like the Pope
Stick all black and it gon take your soul
You cannot fuck with the kid bitch you ain't on my level
We cooking them up and we poppin like kettle
I'm cuttin yo head you get left with a bezel
I'm taking your money your mouth to the metal
Like
Hangin out the window shotgun in my palms I'm high as fuck
Cruisin smokin indo lookin for another stain get left with blood

SHUT UP! w/ FINDMYNAME

Lyrics:

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

In this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

I'm in this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

Ain’t no beef with me this ain’t a steakhouse
If you really got a problem we could fade out
Get a little clout and then you phase out
Finally realize that you all played out

Quarter mil up on the table got an Earache
Fuck they gonna do for me at this rate?
If I don't sign I won’t be nothin’ but that’s fear based
Bigger numbers than your roster in the present day

Got a bad lil bitch and she ten toes
No bra, no panties, that’s the dress code
I’m Eric Draven out the grave, know the dead rose
Shinigami in my dreams writin’ death notes

Right back, right back, right back
Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write back, write back, write back
Hit me the for feature I don’t write back

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

I'm in this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

I'm in this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

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Sinizter & FORGOTTENAGE - RIGHT BACK!

heard u hating on the gang little boy don’t get involved 
Shit I’m making breaking hoes I just opened up the vault 
Don’t get caught up with no bitches buisness stay down never fall 
Never think twice bout some pussy 
If you pimping then it’s raw 

If he snitching give him clipping smoke him down like a rock 
Always stay a step ahead don’t tell no one where you walk 
Disrespectful ass bitches gon stay mad I’m at the top 
Go and cry to some more pussy boy we know you really soft 

Got some snakes they always fake they wanna eat my dinner plate 
Eating steak bitch get away I’m shooting face gon end yo fate 
I’m the illest realist motherfucker coming out the gates 
WASNT round when I was broke and now you squares up in my face 


Get slumped 
you a chump 
Is it cus I got a buzz 

Let it dump 
Better jump 
Put that boy inside the mud 

Tape it shut 
with some duct 
Pussy boy u outta luck 

Get buck 
Wassup 
Think I Finally had enough 

Fuck it I’m pointing this fye to my brain 
Fuck it I’m dealing with all this pain 
Rollin and smoking my problems away 
Bitch I’m a bum but I’m still getting paid 

heard u hating on the gang little boy don’t get involved 
Shit I’m making breaking hoes I just opened up the vault 
Don’t get caught up with no bitches buisness stay down never fall 
Never think twice bout some pussy 
If you pimping then it’s raw 

If he snitching give him clipping smoke him down like a rock 
Always stay a step ahead don’t tell no one where you walk 
Disrespectful ass bitches gon stay mad I’m at the top 
Go and cry to some more pussy boy we know you really soft 

Get slumped 
you a chump 
Is it cus I got a buzz 

Let it dump 
Better jump 
Put that boy inside the mud 

Tape it shut 
with some duct 
Pussy boy u outta luck 

Get buck 
Wassup 
Think I Finally had enough

Fuck it I’m pointing this fye to my brain 
Fuck it I’m dealing with all this pain 
Rollin and smoking my problems away 
Bitch I’m a bum but I’m still getting paid

CHUM! w/ D4C

tekaruu X Daniel Teed - kill them

TRVNSPORTER is the producer :)

Lyrics:

Move bitch, get out the way 
Fuck what you say bitch
Clip through your face
Goth bitch on my line
She thief in the night
Take a sip of this wine
Dripping blood on her thighs

She a cutthroat (huh)
Fuck ho (huh)
Bad bitch shorty with a sore throat (huh)
Stab me in the back, 
And I’m sure to make you get a heart attack
No cap, ima put us on the motherfucking map 

Yeah I hit you with a gat gat gat
You a rat rat rat
Don’t talk to your boss like that that that
You’s a baby, you are shady grab a bat bat bat
If you wanna be my bae, bring that ass back back 

You a snitch, you a bitch, ima slit your stitch 
Rocking denim with the Ricks, never stay unfit 
Got me hexed, you’s a witch, got a curse on my dick 
You a bad bitch, so I really don’t give a shit

Dracula’s story as you put it is right and good
The human race is poisonous and corrupt, and should be wiped off the world
Do you deny our species as cruel, captain?
No

Put him on the map
Goth bitch on my lap
She be sucking on my dick like she a Grioten fan

And I always keep a hoodie 
Cause I’m always off a xan 
Never followed any rules because I’ll never be a man

Green eyes, dark hair, bad bitch,
I dont wanna be a mess 
But is hard to see your dark side 
under all the tint

 Move bitch, get out the way 
Fuck what you say bitch
Clip through your face
Goth bitch on my line
She thief in the night
Take a sip of this wine
Dripping blood on her thighs

She a cutthroat (huh)
Fuck ho (huh)
Bad bitch shorty with a sore throat (huh)
Stab me in the back, 
And I’m sure to make you get a heart attack
No cap, ima put us on the motherfucking map

Dracula! w/ TRVNSPORTER

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OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS

Lyrics: (Intro)

Before Corona I was livin like a loner
Now I got a fuckin dime piece I can call up when I wanna
I've been gettin better imma tell em if they don't know 
Everybody who was doubtin all the sudden turned to goners


(Hook)

I've runnin up these bags, bitches gettin mad now I hear them talkin that bitch ass trash
I've been runnin laps, left em in the past I don't hear no talkin cuz y'all down bad
Hahaha bitch I knew I'd get the last laugh on these niggas, sorry I ain't sorry goin bad bad on these niggas
And I knew I'd get the last laugh on these bitches so I'm fuckin skeetin rat-ta-tat-tat on these bitches


(verse)

Goddamn lately I do what I wanna, cum right in her face like that ain't somebody daughter
Since a kid man I knew I'd be a baller, with a couple hoes that I have to keep in order
Bounce that ass like a chevy impala 1967 baby girl go shake ya blessins right
Got your ex out her preein like a stalker colt 1911 it gon send that boiii to heaven no problem

Pussy why you talkin bout me
Hold that fuckin talk boiii we gon meet in the streets uh huh
You ain't never been in no beef
Probably fuckin why that he don't carry no heat uh huh


(Hook)

I've runnin up these bags, bitches gettin mad now I hear them talkin that bitch ass trash
I've been runnin laps, left em in the past I don't hear no talkin cuz y'all down bad
Hahaha bitch I knew I'd get the last laugh on these niggas, sorry I ain't sorry goin bad bad on these niggas
And I knew I'd get the last laugh on these bitches so I'm fuckin skeetin rat-ta-tat-tat on these bitches


(Verse 2, Kuma the Third)

Fuck all the waiting,
Shit entertaining,
Sucka wanna leave me but I paved my way,
Finna dance on your grave,
When they chanting my name,
I’m sorry not sorry but you playing my game,
Screen time causing downtime,
You be hella lucky to be ready in the morning,
Finna need a pit stop,
Ready when this shit drop,
Cuz you down bad when the cameras start rolling,
Fuck all the waiting,
Shit entertaining,
Sucka wanna leave me but I paved my way,
Finna dance on your grave,
When they chanting my name,
I’m sorry not sorry but you playing my game,
Cuz you bad,
And you getting mad,
Fuck you and your face,
lil snitch I’ll pass,
I be loading mags,
Putting on a mask,
Sorry not sorry but I got the last laugh


(Hook)

I've runnin up these bags, bitches gettin mad now I hear them talkin that bitch ass trash
I've been runnin laps, left em in the past I don't hear no talkin cuz y'all down bad
Hahaha bitch I knew I'd get the last laugh on these niggas, sorry I ain't sorry goin bad bad on these niggas
And I knew I'd get the last laugh on these bitches so I'm fuckin skeetin rat-ta-tat-tat on these bitches

CAIRO! x Kuma the Third - LAST LAUGH (Prod. Shneaky x prodbyjxn)

Lyrics:

God damn I be rubbin' off the paint
All this money all this power got me feeling like I'm bane
Ima tie you up in muthafucking chains
Motherfuka step back, bitch you messing up my track
Fuck that

Like bitch, I don't wanna fuck with you
I got a bad bitch sucking off my tip god dayum
All these muthafucking haters got me blessed up
I know that they hating cause they know I'm fucking next up

Bitch I got monopoly I know it got you mad
Better flex up, I got all these bitch in my lap
I'm a psycho, ima punch you in the face if I get mad
No bitch, no tips, no fits, you wack

Bitch so bad and she walk up in my bed
With the cash on me and she reach up in my bag
If a nigga wanna talk I got 30 in the mag
I'ma let it bang ima dump it out the back
I'm on go mode shit you on slow mode shit
Keep the gadget tucked im on go go shit
Got a patek on my wrist
Got a baddie on my dick
Spinnin like its call of duty ima hit a flick

Like dam bitch look at me now
I got more bitches than you on my lap
I got bitches on my line and they only wanna snap
Like bitch I don't give a fuck about you bitch you wack
Fuck you, I don't wanna deal with your shit
I got a goth mommy bitch and cool with my shit
I got a big ass a bat, on my murderous shit
Bitch I'm a pumped up kid, you know we bout' to get lit

Me and grio in the spot
We got beamers in the lot
Rollin down the windows ima air it through your block
Uh huh you upset, uh huh she wet
Run up in the store gotta do it for a check
Love when she do it she grab on my inner thigh
Do anything that I want im on demon time
Walk up in the spot with a dirty blade tucked
Yeah she love a bad boy because I do not give a fuck

Like bitch, I don't wanna fuck with you
I got a bad bitch sucking off my tip god dayum
All these muthafucking haters got me blessed up
I know that they hating cause they know I'm fucking next up
Bitch I got monopoly I know it got you mad
Better flex up, I got all these bitch in my lap
I'm a psycho, ima punch you in the face if I get mad
No bitch, no tips, no fits, you wack

PSYCHO! w/Xelishurt x Trunja

Deathgrip! w. Sinizter (prod. Ghostface playa)

KIDOMARU (prod. FIDI & BXRTOO)

https://open.spotify.com/track/2dsbkdOFOPEd04udxFKleS?si=64cd03cf1b3446a6

@sadfriendd
@iamYURY
@user-675054830 (5admin)

Lyrics:

Hit it I swerve
F*** what you heard
Talkin that s*** 
They got some nerve
Been off the gas
I dont conserve
I’m in the game
They just observe
Hit it I swerve

Can’t stop grinding everyday
To make sure that I’m not a have not
They just on the mother f***** sideline like a mascot
I’m just out here vibing
Keep it moving while they can’t talk
To the limit yeah I does it
This s*** like a mother f***** marathon I run it
Had to do this really from the ground up
Yeah I done it
This right here the mother f***** peak
We hit the summit

Hit it I swerve
F*** what you heard
Talkin that s*** 
They got some nerve
Been off the gas
I dont conserve
I’m in the game
They just observe
Hit it I swerve

Wait, put in that work
Mother f***** talking b**** I kill em with the perc
Dumpin at your heart
I’m bout to put em on a shirt
Top dog status
I’ma sell it like some merch
Wait b****, I’m a falcon and I’m coming off the perch
I had to k*** it cuz I couldn’t fight the urge
Whoop to the head
While the chopper’s on the curve
Came in with the fire m********** feel the burn
I got glasses on my face
Askin what do I observe
Now im doin better
I just made a couple fk***** racks off Vendetta
Pain k****** on me in my system I feel better
Blood up on my face and my mother f***** sweater
Avatar with the f***** Glock mark your head up
Can’t take the heat they do not like the weather
So in the street with the Glocks and berettas
Had to take em off cuz the opps never better

Sadfriendd x Yury x 5admin - Swerve (revolt)

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