Counterfeits [prod.6th$ithLord]

No I do not give a fuck about 
How these bois rockin 
(I DON’T)
Heard they talking shit 
I’m in they bitches, trending topic 
(NASTY)
Eyes aimed down the scope 
This that infrared beam optic 
(BRRRRAT)
Something like the predator 
Yo head is what I’m chopping
(Whew whew)

I don’t like to talk 
Unless I’m making hits 
Time is money and 
Money is time so bitch 
I don’t play bout shit
(I DON’T)
I find it funny how these bois 
Wanna be me, they just some counterfeits
(FUCK EM)
Flex on the gram 
I know you see me 
Yo bitch liking all my pics 
(WHAT)

All my brothers my keepers 
This blood line run deep 
Pull up on me, come try that shit 
Yo maker is who you’ll meet 
(LIL BITCH)
Curving bitches left and right 
I’m protective about my meat 
(SACRED)
I say all my prayers 
Cause toxic bitches they ain’t for me 
(WHAT WHAT)

Booted up off that L 
I’m in the astrals conquering hell 
All my demons gone bow to me 
My energy perfect cell 
(PERFECT)
Archangel Metatron 
On my side nah bitch 
I’m never gonna fail 
Who god bless no man can test 
Success, I will prevail 
(BLESSED)

(YEAHH)

Breathing like Darth Vader 
Got this gas inside my lungs 
(WOOOO)
Lightsaber all on my hip 
I up it just for fun 
Alchemical circles 
Change yo structure 
Bitch you done 
(FUCK EM)
This some witch shit 
I make the goth bitches go dumb 
(STUPID)

Counterfeits

HOAX X BLANKSTARE - CALL OUT THE REAPER

UPPING UP THE DOSE

   Granger Taylor brings the danger. Pumping out some bangers (yuh). Every day I switch it up, I'm sipping on some flavors (yuh). Pussy boy, you better pray. About to meet your maker (yuh). You're at the pearly gates, you see me. I'm your lord and savior. 

   It's the Sin City Sippa lurking with a bunch of killas mane. Let's go to war, I'm murking with the mothafucking dagger thang. Holosun aiming, put your son into the dirt mane. GT on the come up, bout to blow up like I'm Ukraine. 

   Running for the this money, got me sprinting like im Usain. If you ain't talking paper, I don't understand what you saying. Out here splitting heads with Peter. Aiming for your fucking brain. I'm over 9000, watch me turn into a Super Saiyan. 

   Hit up all my patnahs, tell them get their fucking choppers. We about to hit a lick, cook'em up like Betty Crocker. You know Granger be the show stopper, Taylor be the night stalker. Mr. Nobody got a limp, call him Pimp Walker. 

   Got a thousand rounds, raining down, taking out you fucking clowns. Send them all to heaven then I'm skipping town without a sound. My soul is tainted, you know Granger Taylor's fucking hell bound. I'm out here slaying kings, 'til they put me in the fucking ground. 

   We out here, cause a ruckus, in the city that don't sleep. You'd think that I'm a shepherd by the way I fucking heard sheep. Chopper out the window, burning rubber, hear the tires screech. Pass you off to Pete. Brother, put'em 6 feet deep!

   Bitch these shots be coming at you it’s a onslaught 
Pull up to the lot so I can make these bitches jaws drop
Y’all don’t mean shit to me I take you to the pawn shop 
If you wanna trade shots with me that shit gon be a longshot
Bitch don’t test me
I'm on the nose 
Im packing this beat up on the low
Got a brand new whip so I gotta go
To the lot and now all of the coppas know
Hit the game with way too many hits now we got it begging for more
Me and granger pull up to the lot just so we can settle a score.

   Bitch look what you started 
Can’t have that hoe I took her off the market 
Lately I been way too off of my rocker 
Shit that’s okay if I still fucking rock it
Game has turned me to a mofuckin monster 
Losing my mind if I gotta be honest 
Shit I don’t blame you if you got a problem 
Cus we ain’t leave you with too many options 
Break a mothafucka without any second thoughts 
All these mothafuckas mad because I’m everything they not
Took the whole crew and pull up to the spot and made it hot
I could twist you up and tie you in a mothafuckin knot 
All these fuckas better move out the way
Cause there is no way in hell we gonna do what you say
Me and Granger boutta blow the fucking roof off this place 
Hit you with my head splitter now yo crew not the same

Granger Taylor x P€T€RD0NT$L€€P - HEAD SPLITTER! (prod. D E S Y E D)

cydia

SEDATED AND FLAYED [prod. Undead Ronin]

come on go go

PROD. SIXTHELLS

LYRICS

The one you love to hate
Standing inside my faith
But I can’t change all the way insane to sane

Why wont you look away?
Can’t stand up to my face
Cuz I can care less if you look at me that way

Its on now!!
Won’t answer my phone
Can’t feel no human solo mode in my zone

Beware I
Don’t care bout no one 
But my team yea the yanks to the top and thats all

I remember everything
Even too blind to see
The truth in front of me
The truth in front of me

Your just a coward
You wont achieve shit
Turn into mist
When backwoods hitin’
Around the block you stuck and locked
Can’t escape that boi you a flop
And all my beats hell yeah they flawless
I dont want ur love even tho I need it

The one you love to hate
Standing inside my faith
But i can’t change all the way insane to sane

Why wont you look away?
Can’t stand up to my face
Cuz i can care less if you look at me that way

I been running from the law

LET THEM BURN

PROD. SIXTHELLS

WHY IS EVERYBODYS CRYING, FOR?  ✕ RUN THE SAFE IF I HAVE TO  ✕ EAT THIS , BITCH. I GOT MAD FOOD ✕ DITCH THE SNITCH I GOT BAD NEWS 
WHY IS EVERYBODYS CRYING, FOR?  ✕ RUN THE SAFE IF I HAVE TO  ✕ EAT THIS , BITCH. I GOT MAD FOOD ✕ DITCH THE SNITCH I GOT BAD NEWS 


LIVING DAYS FOR DAYS ✕ I GIVE A FUCK WHAT U SAYIN’ ✕ EVERYBODY TELLING LIES AND THEY JUST SHAKING MY HAND ✕ 
I GET THE FUCKING BEST FANS AND YET HAVNT SEEN NONE ✕ WITNESS SOME BAD THING AND I JUST WANNA GO BLIND ✕ 
RUN AS FAR AND HOPE I CAN MAKE IT ✕ U AINT IN A GANG IF U ON FAKE SHIT ✕ RUN AS FAR AND HOPE I CAN FACE IT ✕ ILL START BY FACING MY WEAKNESS


WHY IS EVERYBODYS CRYING, FOR?  ✕ RUN THE SAFE IF I HAVE TO  ✕ EAT THIS , BITCH. I GOT MAD FOOD ✕ DITCH THE SNITCH I GOT BAD NEWS 
WHY IS EVERYBODYS CRYING, FOR?  ✕ RUN THE SAFE IF I HAVE TO  ✕ EAT THIS , BITCH. I GOT MAD FOOD ✕ DITCH THE SNITCH I GOT BAD NEWS

BAD NEWS

@prxpvne

Lyrics:
Out of mentions
No counter fitting
Got hella presses
My head neglected
No sell direction
In cells forgetting
That sweet release
They cant forget it


Circuitry breaking that water is touched up
Rubbing inhibitors probably slushed up
His hardware is probably faulty he run up
End up a copy, my carbon is used up

I got these tablets, you swipe and your fucked up
Seat belt to strangle the motive of safe off
Pull out the havoc we calling that tough luck
Letting him dangle while watching his face stop

Barrel load
Click, with the pharamoans
Credit doing flips when the barrel blow
Stiff as an ankle broke
Slip and you dip when this clique
In your teradome
Hip to the clips it gets kicked into feral mode

Ammo in the path
Bodies in the back
Fully with the clique
Things are going fast

Get his body dropped, that's a restart
Got that body locked, throw your team off

We ain't going out, not like this
We ain't going out, toss that stick

RED ROCK [PROD. PRXPVNE]

(BC LIN)
gut a mother fucker puncture veins wit my rusted blade
yea i got the kay blow his brains now it left a stain
left his body there for bout a month 
slashes at his gut 
kinda wanna fuck but i refrain 
rather go and find a little slut six months she in love got her sucking dick  
when i get bored of the whore make a fucking slit 
now she fucken dead as fuck 
body fucking slumped 
on top of the other one
fuck boy wanna talk shit 
now his gut spilt 
toxic when i fucken spit 
fuck a catholic
sawed it off with the tools at my side 
reclaiming these bodies they’ve always been mine
and I’m taking my knife then removing the spine 
placing limbs inside organs just to pass the time 
ill sleep for tonight but the next ill take lives 
taking there bodies there skin left behind 

(BC SVDI)
Butterfly doors
Got these mothafuckas road raging
Smoke not from the tires 
But, it from the blunt I’m blazing
720s, 2.7 seconds to my death (thank you Lin)
I’m racing till I’m falling off the mothafucking edge
I been flirting with the idea of the end
In the end, I don’t really give a fuck about it all
At all, I just want it all
The crown, the throne, I wanna own
Then I’ll burn it down
Watch em as they fucking drown

Toxic (feat. BlvckChvrch)

𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔩 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔢𝔵𝔞𝔰
@hoax_officialmusic