LYRICS :
Pop-pop out with that galick gun 

Feed her some my kakarot 

Banana be my clip drum hitting like its donkey kong

Jumping over barrels im not one to save a hoe nah 

Get the hell up out my face i need another gold star 



All these other rappers cappin talkin bout some redrum 

Only thing get cut up is yo fatass need a niptuck 

nagging so much worse than a lil bitch up on her menstrual 

Acting like im pressed about a bird i never gave a fuck 



Fuck fuck fuck 

South side playaz we gon pull up to yo crib 

Knock knock playa may i mack up on yo trick 

I dont even gotta ask she already let me in 



Call me kjay when i lose i still feel like im gon win 

If im outta mind im outta sight aint got time for no friends 

Why they talk behind my back the voices tell me everything 

I know it sound a lil crazy i aint wrong yous a bitch 







I been 

Trying

Too much

To let it go 



Keep yo 

silence 

Before 

I let it blow


Got that bitch howlin gutter to the moonlight 247 throw the blade like a kunai
24k chrome armour sittin poolside
White bitch HOLLUP wait bitch
get the noose tied 
F -fuck -fuck your clique it’s ab6 or dsg
Now that I ain’t w yo bitch no more I left that for the streets
Yung gutt in the cut steady posted w the fleet
Bitch im hoppin on these beats and steady walking like I’m gleesh

Gleesh walk do it all for the set
I keep em all out of breathe I hit the mall with the tech
I tell er baby don’t you worry got it all in the bag
But anyway it doesn’t matter bitch we all living dead

Gs up
hoes down
For the neck
3s up
Ghost out
You a pawn for the rest
Who was that like I don’t know em
treat em like they cigarettes
I’m Out the flames I’m with a sword
I Put Diamond on my chest

DUNGEON QUEST 1998 - bumboi w gutterbousouz (prod. bumboi)

LYRICS:
Bounce on the count 4 

Smokin on this medical 

Sippin on this fifth i took a drink and then i poured it all 

This for the homies and the ones who didnt make it 

Rest in peace to my pops 

I just hope he see me changing 



Tu - tu

Tuck - tuck it tho lemme count stacks 



Keeping my feelings up under this money i dont wanna talk facts 

Thats why i cant call back 



Lost in the void i keep on falling right back in 

When i reached out aint nobody came and offer me a hand 



But fuck it This just my head 

These drugs gon help me feel dead 

Tough luck when i came from nothin 

Turned that flower into bread



This music helpin me vent 

It take the knots out my chest 

It gets tighter when i speak bout the issues that make me pressed 



Like why they all up in my head nah

Why they uh-uh




Slam don’t mean to interrupt but this is the one for the squad imma hold up the bottle

-Flashin’ my bank account make them eyes open up wider I’m tired of serving as a model

-Listen to Bum on the regular got me exposing the mind RIP to my father

-Options I’m dodging the thinking I ponder should I rearrange never dropping a flopper

-Finding me bored I get high as a bitch

-Im steady flowing water in a ditch

-Trip it on load runnin’ back need a hit

-That’s how the mind of a feind work loosening up every moment falling to a pit

-Diggin’ a hole how many of us fit

-Drag ‘em all down the personal abyss

-Couldn’t be Slam I’ll never fuckin switch

-Block a couple loaded barrels

-Knockin’ from banging the pedal

-Stop and listen imma blow then frog at you holding the metal

-Officer drop and roll not a fire just pulling on your leg

-Consequences coming but used to only care for the dare yuh

-Got a new bitch, on the main line, steady blowin’ up my phone

-I’m a new kid, not a wimp now, but I still check back home

-It’s the life I live, tweakin’ whenever you drop and don’t pick up the phone

-Just raise a hand when you be lost and then never get caught in picking at a bone

PRESSURE IN MY LUNGS - bumboi w slmdnk (prod. bumboi)

Lyrics:
Rip open the back door 

Flick off a lil whack hoe

I cant show my face 



Already look like im dead 



Partnas getting stacks tho 

I cant lose my faith bro 



Feels like im just outside my body and lookin in



Losing all of my mental just to feed up all of my kinfolk cant straight im feeling real sinful 

Burn this rubber off that import you a fed lookin for more info what i said isnt no insult 

Why all these rappers just saying the same things and letting it get to they muhfuckin head? He -head -head 





Swerving thru yo lane shawty

You aint getting paid shawty 

Why tf u making all them songs and boasting mid 



I know yous a lame shawty 

You aint hit no stain shawty 

How tf you aint got no gun

 ikno yous a bitch 









Bum pullin up with them bands mane

Glock 40 covered in red stains 

Kick on the choppa like sensei 

Rotten and bummy since 98



Why they need a coolin kit when they dont use that heat bro 

Playing w that fye that boy end up w a heat stroke




I can’t take none of you serious
Heavy flow of cash
compare it to a period
They been piling trash
I dig a new grave
when I hear this shit
took a second to go this fast
lemme see what gear it’s in
It should say it on the dash

top five at least
1st spot in top three
That wrist watch
can’t clock me
You bitches ain’t gon stop me
Ankle deep inside that water
When I Drop heat
It’s like I’m hovering
over my body
I can see all that
Gotta get on it
Yea
I been near
Extinction
What they thinkin
Im still crawling yea,
Know my future creepin
Sunrise peakin
Wanna be ballin
Yea

Save me from myself
I’m overwhelmed
You never felt what I felt
Im livin hell
Fuck whatever cards were dealt,
Just be yourself
If it’s chronic that I smelt
It’s top shelf
You Closed minded
livin im the Bible Belt
Don’t be judging when ya face
start to muthafuckin melt
Start to muthafuckin

KEEP IT ON MY SIDE - bumboi w GREYKILLAKILLA (prod. bumboi)

S/O - @holyhell-cuddah
Artwork - mindless.designs

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HELLCUDDAH - ANGEL OGS (PROD. BY ODD 1 OUT)

Lyrics:

bumboi:
Down from the south to the north we some playas

Down down from the south to the north we some playas



Call up yung chop he might pop 
he gon spray sum 
Let that boy talk he a mop 
He might say sum 
Only time she call when she want 
me to lay some
Straight from the south to tha north we gon
Bake em 

Brodie said he want all the muhfuckin smoke yea 

Why he talkin sick better go n wipe his nose yea 

Say he got a cold we gon hang em like a coat
Then

Throw em in the sticks let him find his way home 
Yea


Uh 
he aint about it 
He be steady pillow talkin boy ikno he rattin
Grimey as them bugs that be stuck up in his mattress
Why he plottin on the bum boy u kno that gon end tragic

Aye yo money short just like it todo
Pull up to yo scene finna shoot it like a photo 

I aint never been the one to play tho
let the lemon squeeze
We gon fold em like some playdoh

Uh uh uh 
Uh uh uh uh uh 


T-Choppa:
 tell me why you looking neckless
Big chop pop mop hella reckless
Mofucker life I’m dip where the exit
If you wanna problem wit me den come press
the way you keep my dick up in yo mouth impressive 
anything thing we drop make the ops uneasy
Ima keep g gotta keep hair greezy
I’m hella fucking mad ayo bum pass bleezy 
Hot box shit like we kicking tip 
U don’t fucking we den you can suck a pp
I’m da beetle juice in cope moving creepy
Im horn dog mama best not tease me
Ima get these bands yeah my hands look cheesy
Pull up bow bow wow do a motherfucker greezy

BAGITARIUS - bumboi x t choppa (prod.bumboi)

HELL ON EARTH x @Lost triefs (@PROD_OLDIE)

Drifting Into Babylon x @Lost Triefs (PRODBY.@purrpdapoet)

LIVE FROM THA JUMP - bumboi / Xoo

WWE [PROD. @_bumboi X @greykillvkillv]

Lyrics:

Bum is in my mf system
Huh they wanna talk but never listen 
Bum is in my mf system
Huh aim cronus zen im never missin 

They wanna pay for they plays i put this work in like a dog 
You steady claim you a goat i know you lame from all yo dawgs 
Get out my way fore i kick you in yo mothafuckin jaw 
Fuck out my lays you a sucka these my chips you not involved 

Now why she all up on my dick 
That not my stick 
Hoe i need space 
Tryna make this money quick 
I flicked my wrist 
And wrote this late 
Hand me all your fucking change 
Ill take every last thang 
Tella ya partna quit the bullshit all yall rappers sound the same 

I cut the lights grip the knife and now u cannot see ya lies
I sacrifice yo blood line and now u wanna apologize 
Creep up like lice you cant see but you feel me in yo spine 
She sucked me nice while you sittin in the corner paralyzed 

I peel my skin slow see the bugs that sleep right underneath
Infect my brain tho telling me to hurt all those i see 
Cant feel my legs bro feels like quicksand all up to my knees 
Come and top off it off for me 
Let me suffocate in peace

Bum is in my mf system
Huh they wanna talk but never listen 
Bum is in my mf system
Huh aim cronus zen im never missin 

They wanna pay for they plays i put this work in like a dog 
You steady claim you a goat i know you lame from all yo dawgs 
Get out my way fore i kick you in yo mothafuckin jaw 
Fuck out my lays you a sucka these my chips you not involved 

Now why she all up on my dick 
That not my stick 
Hoe i need space 
Tryna make this money quick 
I flicked my wrist 
And wrote this late 
Hand me all your fucking change 
Ill take every last thang 
Tella ya partna quit the bullshit all yall rappers sound the same 

I cut the lights grip the knife and now u cannot see ya lies
I sacrifice yo blood line and now u wanna apologize 
Creep up like lice you cant see but you feel me in yo spine 
She sucked me nice while you sittin in the corner paralyzed

LICE - bumboi (prod. NXTTY)

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THANK YOU ALL 



 Everything @hellcuddah
#M0B4L

HELL ON EARTH x @Lost triefs (@PROD_OLDIE)

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