Daaaaaaaammmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnn🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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Lyrics:

I'll leave you dead on sight
High alert watch your back when we fight
Leave you in the mud when I get a taste of blood
I don't ever wanna stop all day all night

Give me one more chance, I'll fight, let me put you in the side
I ain't got no time for you bitch
Let me live my life, I don't want to be your vice
Like a kite I fly so high you can't see me

I just want to live my life on high alert
If I'm fucking feeling down, I'll fucking pop a fucking perc
If you try to fuck with me I'll fucking put you in the dirt
Hit the gas, bitch I'm out like a bitch giving birth, giving birth (Birth)

God damn, I don't want no fucking bitch
Cause I came in the club with a muthafuckin stick (Ayy ayy)
Vendetta, i put you under weather
In the back seat of my cab I switch you on like I'm a lever

Im just tryna fuck, not love, I don't wanna give in
Hit a fucking milli, now I finna make a living
Swerve, swerve so fast ima smoke you like some chilli
Burned, burned my wrist, so I bought a Richard milli' (Richard milli')

There is no going back
You've changed things, forever
Then why did you want to kill me?
I don't want to kill you
What would I do without you?
No no, no, no you, you complete me

Give me one more chance, I'll fight, let me put you in the side
I ain't got no time for you bitch
Let me live my life, I don't want to be your vice
Like a kite I fly so high you can't see me

I just want to live my life on high alert
If I'm fucking feeling down, I'll fucking pop a fucking perc
If you try to fuck with me I'll fucking put you in the dirt
Hit the gas, bitch I'm out like a bitch giving birth, giving birth

Six feet under how you talkin me
Oh shit i'm king better run from the scene
Big bands big gats we gone pull up wit heat
Ak's lightweight cause you know I be sleep

On me on me I be smoking the green
King kush king kong I be hittin the weed
All week I'm weak I be laughing at me
All week I'm weak I be laughing at me

Ain't nothing even topping what I'm talking about
We be mobbing down the street with artillery now
And the shit that we be dropping it be popping a smile
Popping pussy fuckin bitches I be all in her mouth

Ain't nothing even topping what I'm talking about
We be mobbing down the street with artillery now
And the shit that we be dropping it be popping a smile
Popping pussy fuckin bitches I be all in her mouth

Give me one more chance, I'll fight, let me put you in the side
I ain't got no time for you bitch
Let me live my life, I don't want to be your vice
Like a kite I fly so high you can't see me

I just want to live my life on high alert
If I'm fucking feeling down, I'll fucking pop a fucking perc
If you try to fuck with me I'll fucking put you in the dirt
Hit the gas, bitch I'm out like a bitch giving birth, giving birth

HIGH 4LERT

HIGH 4LERT (feat. Day$okee) *OUT ON ALL PLATS*

Day$okee X Grioten- HIGH 4LERT (prod say false)

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!

Lyrics:

Hook:
Never needed no one ima build a moat/
Know they fake the funk they always do the most/
Game be sleepin’ on me like they comatose/
One man army bitch I’m goin’ rogue/

Lights, camera, action bitch we make a scene/
Al Pacino from the movies bitch I bring the Heat/
Never know what I be doin’ ‘cause I move discrete/
Kill the competition know I don’t compete/

Never needed no one ima build a moat/
Know they fake the funk they always do the most/
Game be sleepin’ on me like they comatose/
One man army bitch I’m goin’ rogue/

Verse:
Draw comparisons and say that we the fuckin’ same/
But you ain’t get it out the mud you do this shit for fame/

Said he bring the pain but he brought none/
I don’t need an army bitch ‘cause I am one/
Know yo bitch like me cause I’m handsome/
Shit I be doin’ make a rapper throw a tantrum/

Bridge:
You ain’t nothin’ but a guest inside the phonk house/
If I hear any disrespect you gettin’ snuffed out/
Keep the peace up on my throne don’t make me come down/
Put the spear inside your heart if I gotta plunge down/

Hook:
Never needed no one ima build a moat/
Know they fake the funk they always do the most/
Game be sleepin’ on me like they comatose/
One man army bitch I’m goin’ rogue/

Lights, camera, action bitch we make a scene/
Al Pacino from the movies bitch I bring the Heat/
Never know what I be doin’ ‘cause I move discrete/
Kill the competition know I don’t compete/

Sinizter & MUPP - ROGUE!

tekaruu X Daniel Teed - kill them

[Hook: Grioten]

Don’t need no friends
I got bitches on my line 
Imma write you on my Death Note
Don’t waste my time

If you wanna fuck with me
I’ll fucking light you up inside 
And if you tryna have some fun
I’ll fucking put you in a tie like

Bitch I’m on go go go go go
Like bitch I’m on a roll roll roll roll roll 
Why you pull up with a stick?
I’m tryna pull up with fist and we fight 

Like one two, kung fu
You finna see the light 

Imma smoke you, cigarette
Blurry sight dripping blood, Bud Light
When I pull up to the scene
I wipe you out like Mister Clean 

What the fuck you want from from me?
Boy you ain’t shit, I pack a treat
Like I’m just tryna fuck, I don’t want nothing in between 

[Verse 1: Sadfriend]

God damn, made a check off vendetta
Muthafuckas try to copy but they couldn't do it better (wait)
Keep a stone muthafucka got me feeling like Roseta
Raid a tombstone grip, don't trip under weather

Who are you better than, play on my lethermaid
Been doing shit, mutherfucka i'm a veteran
I'm a big dog, big shooter i'm competetive
Came in this bitch, mutherfucka and I'm ending it

You wouldn't know what to do if you were in my position
I made a problem, now it really is a competition
If he wanna try me, he gone end up in a mortician
Ay me and Grioten going up like 

Bitch I'm on go go go with a mutherfuckin poll
And i came with a vendetta leaving bodies on the floor
All these diamonds on me dancing you gone' really see em' glow
Got me stomping on the beat, and now we switching up the flow

[Break: L]

There are many types of monsters in this world
Monsters who will not show themselves and who cause trouble
Monsters who abduct children
Monsters who devour dreams
Monsters who suck blood
And monsters who always tell lies…

[Verse 2: Sadfriendd]

What I say?
I don't want no fucking bitch
I might pull up with a stick
Mr. SAD boutta send you to the crib
Mutherfuckas always talking, but they never say shit
Falling off muthafucka, steady grind like a bitch
Sadfriendd breakdancing on your face like this
Two stepping on your body cause i dance like this
Tombstones raidgrip, mutherfucka dethgrip
With a nimble in my vein
Call me doctor cause I'm sick

[Bridge: Light Yagami]

Now everything that was in my way is gone…
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
It’s only a matter of time before I get rid of the police…
What do you think of that, L?
This is my perfect victory!
That’s right!
I WIN!!!

[Hook: Grioten]

Bitch I’m on go go go go go
Like bitch I’m on a roll roll roll roll roll 
Why you pull up with a stick?
I’m tryna pull up with fist and we fight 

Like one two, kung fu
You finna see the light 

Imma smoke you, cigarette
Blurry sight dripping blood, Bud Light
When I pull up to the scene
I wipe you out like Mister Clean 

What the fuck you want from from me?
Boy you ain’t shit, I pack a treat
Like I’m just tryna fuck, I don’t want nothing in between

Death Lotto w/ ovg! & Sadfriendd

Mixing & mastering by Xelishurt, Sadfriendd, Trunja & Sammy Morales

VISUAL

JUJUTSU! W/ SADFRIENDD & PROMPTO (Prod. SHNEAKY & TRUNJA)

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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)

take you to the grave w/ Ethan Ross x HXI

Yuh, Ima cut your head clean
I don’t give a fuck about you or your motherfucking team
When you pull up to the scene, it’s gunna be a bloody scene
Why you looking at me, brass knuckles to your spleen 

Mutherfucker Im a freak, don’t mess with me
Ima punch you in your teeth
Pump fake, mutherfucker ima pull up with the team
Ima shoot you under covers, I just wanna hear you scream
Bitch don’t talk back, ima tell you when to speak

I be chillin with the homies downing coors lights
So much bands bitch I’m only sitting court-side
Mutherfucker why you talking like a fan
Last week you were fucking yapping with your friends

I’m an antisocial motherfucker, yeah I don’t wanna talk, but I’ll make you my bitch (yuh)
Pull up to the scene now they copying my shit 
Ima show them how to do it, fucking make another hit

I don’t wanna be the best, cause I already did it
All this money and this power, got me making me livid 
Motherfucker you are mid, how’d you end up with digits?
Climbing up the fucking ranks, now im making you listen, yuh

Ha ha ha ha
These humans are complete idiots
Now, I want you to think as hard as those puny brains of yours can manage
Have you ever spared a pig or a cow
Because it begged you for its life?

I’m a motherfucking freak of nature, bitch say sir
I be soaring through the sky’s, I be flying like a bird
If you break a fucking seem, ima put you in the dirt
When I’m motherfucking high, bitch I always stay alert

Like bitch, I don’t give a fuck about you or your fucking clique
I don’t wanna talk, fucking mosh you in a pit
All you fucking do is talk that shit
Motherfucker I’m the best, bitch flash your tits

Aye, talk that shit, but I’ma need that payment
Ima leave dripped out just how I came in
Red dot scope really got my aim in
This year bitch I really got my fame in
1-2 months, really got it locked, Ima fuck up all fronts 
Just stack this cash, Ima get these bunts 
Ima smoke yo ass, Like I did wit this blunt 

I don’t need no help, no competition 
I get this cash, my diamonds glisten 
Did Too much work, got double vision 
I got bars for days, I’m Not talking prison 
Teamed up with the guys, we made it we did it
Don’t need no label, we spend we split it
Got something to say, shut up just quit it
Your full of hate but you can’t admit it

Mutherfucker Im a freak, don’t mess with me
Ima punch you in your teeth
Pump fake, mutherfucker ima pull up with the team
Ima shoot you under covers, I just wanna hear you scream
Bitch don’t talk back, ima tell you when to speak

I be chillin with the homies downing coors lights
So much bands bitch I’m only sitting court-side
Mutherfucker why you talking like a fan
Last week you were fucking yapping with your friends, like damn

FREAK4TURE w/ Yung Zime x Sayfalse

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HIGH 4LERT (feat. Day$okee) OUT ON ALL PLATS

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