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GULLY GÙ††Ω≈ç∂ƒ©˙∆˚¬…æ√

rest in peace to all of the people who died and couldn’t get to listen to this masterpiece 

a meeting of brilliance w this song, fucking filthy 

It's always gonna something.
with: @lvstforpain

SNUB NOSE W/ LVST [PROD. ILYAH]

Vox: @bruude
Prod: @cheiropter
Master: me :)
Intro:
(I’ve got a birds eye view I got nothing left to lose
Fucking stuck I need to move
Ravens pecking at my roots)

Break my soul I’ve been standing here alone
Been stuck here for so long I don’t know where I belong
Break my throne there’s no need to go on
New things turned to mold yeah that’s just how it goes

Walk with a blindfold I hate all of you equally
Spending your time in a dream for eternity
you’ll never realize becoming my enemy 
you’re in it to deep in the sheeple mentality
Wind blowing through but I’m still standing firm
Routed to the ground as a live with the dirt
Breathe with no purpose and live with the curse
Alone in the fields with the crops goes to burn
Feed the machine you’re so blind that it hurts
Stuck in the mud got the life of a worm
You’re as empty as the shadow you make on the curb
A husk of a being doomed to this world

I’ve got a birds eye view 
I’ve got nothing left to lose
Fucking stuck I need to move
Ravens pecking at my roots

Devil’s knocking at my room

Bruude - Pugalo [prod. Kairopter]

INTL. TYRANT SECT 
@swarm_of_tyrants

ROMA JONSON

Krim$in Terror Phantom 
@__usurper__mtp

DVRKSIDE
@dvrksidewontdie

HELL ON EARTH Feat. DVRKSIDE (Prod. Roma Jonson)

ZONED OUT (PROD.HOCII808)

https://soundcloud.com/biv

I gotta take a break,
It's safe to say, the gray days, been the page,
Flip my ways, and take the pace, shit never change,
My face engraved inside her taste,
I never cave,
The Fuck up out my face,
keep it goin till the better days, 
Ahead a ways, I'd rather lace my scape,
To fill the 30 cross my fuckin face to fill my fuckin grave

Talk like you flex the steel, 
The mass appeal, is all you feel, you bark the field, 
Ya mask ya deal, ya need to heal, you seek to feel what I been feel, 
You want the demons real?
You wanna pop pills for fuckin meals?
You wanna see how it really feel?
Ain't no smiles when this shit get real,

I done more than I could ask, fuck it,
Thought I'd fuck around and pass on it,
Fuck around and put my past on it,
Ya life a play bill, the cast on it
To be honest, shit I gassed on it, 
Seems my trust been half honest, 
End my shit and tuck the cap on it,
I fucked around but now I'm back on it,

Boo hoo, woe is you, fuck it do, fuck a mood, fuck it dude, fuck the fame, money, jewels, and fuck you too, I just move, the pass will do, and that's ya attitude
Bust it outta you,
Better find a better place,
Save ya grace, these ways will change, like every pace I take is taken shape
To beat me you gotta fit the case

You moufuckas been phony,
Bend over for you lean on me,
I got demons in my genes homie,
Wake the fuck up from ya dreams homie,
Keep the talk and put the beam on me,
This a fam, fuck a team homie,
Carbon copy what it seem homie,
I think you known you fuckas been owe me,

After all the shit I'm tellin you,
You ain't know what I been goin through 
Nor the past that brought it out to move,
You fucked if I'm the dude you lookin to,
Fuckas worry, I been fine dude,
You boot leg to my fine tuned,
Keep ya 9-5 I'm tellin you, 
This ain't never been the life for you,

I ain't been one for the violence,
But speak on my mom's we got problems,
I'm a sick fuck with my conscience,
And I got no tolerance for nonsense, 
I'll spread ya broad, like she blossom,
pucker my nuts with no options,
lace up my dick with that toxin, 
Fuck her then feed you the condom,

Know a couple fucks that'll rip you up
invest ya lust, better than you done,
I can't handle much,But talk a bunch, 
I love with not a single word to trust, 
take advice but never spit it up,
I wish I duck, but I'm fucked up
Might fuck around and take my life for once

Biv - KISS MY DICK (Prod. by Biv)

Loose Lips (feat. gullyspit)

Prod. @nagibator-911-wot
Artwork @c3of

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I ain’t gon play around 
if you gon stay around 
better go take these players off the map 
I’m off a 40 now this shit a wrap
feel like a pit how I’m ready to scrap
you came to flex with the bands in yo pockets 
but I’m gonna leave w those mofuxking racks 
soon as I’m dripping I mix it with jack
never gon say shit exterminate rats 

bitch I deliver hate 
straight to wherever you stay 
that’s just how we gone penetrate 

feel like I been here before 
once I kick in that door
aint no chance you gon get away 

aint no one gonna save me 
this shit get too crazy 
so I’m doing drugs till those better days 

her man wanna fade me 
how she misbehaving 
yeah we don’t just fuck
we gon fornicate 
Chorus:
I ran up both side
with a 45
on my lowlife shit 
I got my flow right 
fuck a co-sign
betta get off my dick
aim at the bow tie 
we gon go live 
imma just talk my shit 
I ran up both side
with a 45
on my lowlife shit

Bridge:
I’m on that low life shit 
I’m on that strung out shit 
I’m on that crowbar shit 
I’m on that go hard shit 
x2
Verse 2:
I be that gutter baby
I got no way to cope
hunnid baby 
on my way to the sto

we ain’t the same 
you got nowhere to go
beat the body lay em down and then 
stomp out that ho

I need my medicine 
I need my bills paid 
I need adrenaline 
I need a big a blade

I need the opps to go fuck off for my sake 
for they be scraping you up off the driveway 

no competition  the pressure ain’t feel it 
I need the money to hold up the ceiling 
I spilled sum drugs on my jeans true religion 
I got these drugs in my viens no Incision 
what you been saying to me hieroglyphics 
you only on cause of money and gimmicks
why the UG only bitches and critics
I be that radical criminalistic

Chorus Repeats
Bridge (outro)

Lowlife  Prod. Ghost Castle

Are we having fun yet?
Produced by: @obssscure
Lyrics:
I Handle suppressors that man gonna enter
He slip out the cut put that Hand in the blender
We Gonna pop out we demanding an answer
To nothing compliance becoming my standard

Lil ways
I got all these shits to make
Bitch I fuck around she giving top while on the interstate
I'm about to eat from all the items on your dinner plate
Now I'm feeling hungry mother fucker gonna slip away

Now I got bugs
Now I got slugs
He was just talking but now he be done
I dont need love
I dont need drugs
I just need homie to shut the fuck up

Like why is he speaking hes spoken enough
Boy get a beating like he be a drum
Broke the machine and we taking the sum
Like What is he pulling we put on the gloves

We gon dump his weight off
Make the rounds and break off
Put the pressure on a leech
And we cut the snake off

Dont get caught in the cross hairs uhh
pull up bitch and it's all air uhh
So much grind that it's not fair uhh
Up on your house and we stop there uhh

Say that your homies all brought they guns
Dont see shit
Cept your all scared fuck
Bitch wanna see you prepared for none
No witness gonna tell no one

SUPPRESSOR [PROD. OBSCURE]

GULLY track 9 featuring @istasha and @auxking

Produced, mixed and mastered by Na$tii @nastiitaxii

Lyrics:
Verse 1: Na$tii
I’m in your pocket pot of greed
just how it’s got to be 
it ain’t no different 
than these doctors 
at these pharmacy
it ain’t addiction 
this is orchestrated policy 
talking visions of a future 
where the boot is not just 
stomping out our will to breath 
and 
I can speak it honestly 
it doesn’t matter
middle finger to police 
2 warning shots 
then we scatter 
I beleive we need a leader 
y’all are happy w a master 
when you shoot em my advice is either stomach or the bladder 

you bum ass little actors know you copy the script
when that gun sounds  it’ll separate the sharks from the shrimp 
you come at any one of us we gonna clap till u limp 
throw ya body in Styx all that I feel is contempt 

Chorus: Na$tii
shit I must ask 
forest why you run fast?
forest why you got all those prescriptions 
from the drug lab ?
forest why they saying that you stupid 
 front the whole class 
they don’t know we always gon be running 
and they hate that you can run fast 
x2 

Verse 2: Na$tii
double up the bag
and hit with the vaseline
the mini pigs well never tag it 
slipping through security 
never picky but for drugs i need the purity 
never wrap it but can’t have another mouth to feed
honestly its getting pretty cheap to pay the tweaker fee 
I tell em place the burner 
right beneath the tank of gasoline 
blowing out the window screen 
member smoking pounds of green 
and sippin in the kitchen as we 
ashing in the fucking sink 
rick moranis looking ass 
go find a kid to shrink 
when you pull the trigger 
pay attention not to  fucking blink 
shawty want a ring 
i gave her one at finger length 
y’all love to follow 
I’m afraid you lost the skill to think 
turned creator to consumer 
with that kool aid drink 
when u run up ya margins 
theirs is larger shit so outta sync
with ya girl the other week she got some crazy kinks
face don’t match the body
guess I’ll call that  bitch a fucking sphinx

Chorus:

Verse 2: Istasha
Cryptic as a Cicada
When locked 
Grasping my jaw 
So pry it open; my mouth it appears Vacated enough 

Self worth of Tardigrade in a gutter 
I gotta depleted the premium 
eat it to be Persuaded Later 

Run Just overclock
The doc got prescriptions 
serving of mescaline 
Resting upon the shelf in the shelter
Renew the print Over counter 
You wash 
Chase it down gallons cattle broth 
Hit the Clorox bottle bouncing off the tarmacGot a Full set rinse
All of my Brushes set aside just ain’t 
Ain’t the same fucking thing 
All of my vices are mnemonic 
I got that antigen again 
Taste just like a can of paint 
Second drop down in seconds 
Stop to track it got no mentsu

Hand folding to stress 
Like a Diamond 
ace surveillance cellar 

No saving 

Brain Run in a mess 
Like it’s Simon says with Hellen Keller 

Pre Chorus: Istasha
Shit I must ask 
Forest why you run fast
Forest why you got all those prescriptions from the drug lab 
Forest why they saying that you’re stupid front he whole class
They don’t know we always gon be running and they hate that you can run fast

Chorus Repeats:

Forrest Ft. Istasha & Auxxk

GULLY track 6 featuring @home_less

Produced by Na$tii @nastiitaxii and Homele$$ @home_less

Mixed and Mastered by Na$tii

Lyrics:
Verse 1:
fry a snitch out w the burner guess I gave that rat a tooly
of course its still a pig if its off duty
rappers ain’t do shit unless u poppin guess they all turned into groupies 
13k I guess yo life a movie 
my shit steady moving like a welter weight 
shatter and some powder on my dinner plate
I did this myself all you did was fucking delegate 
you put on the vest don’t look at my when that shit detonate 
labels wanna penetrate you ain’t got shit  to celebrate 
hold that tongue unless u want that shit removed 
I ain’t into flexing cause I ain’t got shit to prove
all you rude pissy bitches got no bread just attitudes 
jumping out the plane no parachute 
you ain’t going home lil pussy ain’t no magic in them shoes 
better duck when I start knocking for the goose
middle finger to rules
to the judges
to the court and to the ghouls
funding prisons while there’s lead up in the schools
pre k huffin on them fumes 

Hook: Na$tii
after we grind it we gon mix it 
split it and divide it
making lines we going fishing 
we ain’t gonna knock 
we touring houses like they listed
hear the gavel knock
plaintiff acquired 
x2 

Verse 2:

blast at the fitted 
poke holes in that cap
I know mans get indicted from
details in rap
got that meat from bone 
all my dogs want a scrap 
no emp
I’ll find you off the map 
man this shit aint subliminal 
homie relax
cut the umbilical 
bitch u attached 
you stay dropping  Ls cause u stuck in a chat
stick like a Barbie but this shit go brat

brains on the wall that’s sum mind reader shit 
walking in  circles that blind leader shit
you do music for clout bro I’m begging you quit 
Louis 13 how I’m doing the whip 
sick I might spit up
grip got a hiccup
bitch u mark  twist you up like a Phillip 
bitch you a square aiming south till u dancing
flexing a loan bitch put down the advances

Hook Chopped

Plaintiff Co-Prod. Homele$$

GULLY track 2

Produced Mixed and Mastered by @nastiitaxii 

Lyrics: 
Verse 1: Na$tii
you ain’t on cause of yo talent 
boy you dick ride
listen thru yo songs and I was laughing
get yo shit right 
I been on that riot shit that violence 
what incite 
how you catch an ego talking big 
when you got lil hype 

steady making hits 
and been smoking in abundance 
I can’t stand the fuckery 
and all them bad assumptions 
blasting all my shit until that speaker give concussions 
and if we seeing12 come we kill em by dozen

stay hating on the gully kid
but yo girl fuck w my music 
got problems with control
if I like it I abuse it 
hit em in his stomach 
leaving bruises and contusions 
and I’m smoking Russian cream
but that blunt looking bigger than a Cuban 

80x put me under the grid
when the bell ring she gonna cover gully in spit 
kick handle in so we can go and plunder the crib
if you owe that’s some shit 
I don’t simply forget 
I need a cigarette 
now pass the razer blade 
been here for a second 
you want smoke then you gon fade away 
take it day to day only seconds till we all decay 
now single file everybody never misbehave 

thumbing through the rubbish 
where the diamonds at 
tell me where you find me at ? 
ready with the polish 
at the exit but the timings past 
you ain’t really built to last
you ain’t really ten toes 
leaking from the gash 
money froze now you exposed 
I got optimism but the glass is coloured Melrose
you ain’t really want it but you cop before the sale close 
now they selling tons but my brothers still in jail clothes

Hook: Na$tii 

grab the guillotine let it go until the jail close x4

I can’t see the face, but i know it got a pale glow 
bomb they limousine wrap they bodies like a pharaoh 
they can feel the squeeze just remember not to let go x2

Verse 2: Na$tii

I cracked my lips 
I take drag I rolled some hash in it
spinning of a fifth a federale how im taxing shit 
I ain’t gonna quit i shoot a badge till I’m a terrorist 
I ain’t even real I’m just a mirror up to a narcissist 

you ain’t really  gripping you a sweaty palm pacifist 
I been steady in it you ain’t even started spawning yet
Vietcong vet you a house pet 
I can’t even see you roaches scatter
once the light set 

roll my landlord in a blunt and get to smoking 
poison out the frogs back needles get to poking 
bleaching out my skin in the love seat while it soak in 
saying all that shit now you claiming u misspoken 

9-5 you serving so you don’t get 25 life 
now you fucking  pissed off
all you wanna do is fight 
Bobby where the kids at 
Bobby where that fucking wife 
Bobby in the suburbs grabbed a knife and stabbed a hunnid times

Hook repeats

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