GAME NIGHT! (ft. HoodGohan) p. jibster

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PRODUCED BY: RobertOdle & braxtoncmurtrey

Lyrics:

[Intro: You Can't Blame by Johnson, Hawkins, Tatum & Durr]
When you find the girl you love, has gone
When you find the girl you love, has gone
When you find the girl you love, has gone
You ask yourself why life, must go on

[Verse: HoodSasuke]
Get it man, get it man, get it (get it)
We was like blood, how the fuck you forget it? (word)
Glock fully auto can't fuck with a semi (glrrr)
Spin in a Cat, or a Scat, or a Hemi (skrrt)
Above these niggas I move like the heading
Pray for everything, In love with my blessings (word)
I'm in the lab while y'all niggas be resting (facts)

[Chorus: HoodSasuke]
Pockets run slow, why the fuck are you testing (slow)
Pockets run low, why the fuck is he flexing (ho)
Pockets run slow, why the fuck are you testing (slow)
Pockets run slow, why the fuck is he testing (ho)
Pockets run low, why the fuck is he flexing (word)

[Verse 2: HoodSasuke]
Bring it back, matter fact, bitch I'm back on my shit (back on my shit)
Pockets stay blue, like I'm hanging with crips (hanging with crips)
We all for the action don't talk on the clique (talk on the clique)
Flexing your girl but your shorty is chips (chips)
Diamonds gon' brighten the room if it's dim
Flow out outer space and my pendant is Zim (word)
He tryna run we gon' knock off his limbs
Car finna dash, I'm not talking bout Kim (skrrt)
Chop' on the dash and I'm storing a clip (chop on the-)
I'm finna dash if the d's on my hip (d's on my hip)
Uppin' this mac and this shit do not click (glrrr)
Somebody get his moms out my spliff (Marcus!)
Moms in my blunt and that shit finna rotate (moms in my spliff)
If you gon' cross me, you better look both ways (damn)
Niggas still broke
I cannot say the same

[Verse 3: HoodSasuke]
Still the god of this shit
Fuck hopping a wave (damn)
Got a job in this bitch know a nigga get paid (damn)
Collecting money, I'm using a rake (aye)
Beat up her batter I'm baking her cake (aye)
Rob on the beat
Goodness sake (goodness sake)
Chain on my neck
Water, lake (water, lake)
Still having fun I don't care for your takes (word)
All on my dick and you need to vacate (get off)
She saying ew when he asked for a rate (damn)
Shit
I'd shoot myself In the face (buh, buh)
Already won if this shit was a race (a race)
Me and Rob shitted, think different
You laced

[Chorus: HoodSasuke]
Pockets run slow, why the fuck is he testing (why)
Pockets run low, why the fuck is he flexing (damn)
Pockets run slow, why the fuck is he testing (why)
Pockets run low, why the fuck is he flexing (damn)
Pockets run slow, why the fuck are you testing (damn, damn)
Pockets run slow, why the fuck are you flexing (why the fuck)
Pockets run slow, why the fuck are you testing (damn, damn)

WHYHEFLEXING?

WHYHEFLEXING? p. robertodle [ALL PLATS]

STARTED

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PRODUCED BY: @HoodSasuke
Intro: 
(Alright, imma keep)
(imma keep that first verse then, alright, word)
(hey, hey)

Verse: 
12:55 with the AK, bitch I’m Craig while you lil’ niggas day-day (huh)
Run right through him like a freight train, he talking bread everyday like a payday (huh)
Need me a baddie brace face, why my MINI move just like a R8?
Since a jit I broke the rules, now I’m older in her womb (huh)
Got bad bitch in the room (facts), when I die bury me in a tomb
Speed to the crib I got dinner at noon, Triple two been tough you just ain’t in tune
Might crack a snowbunny but I ain’t a coon, big 00 hooping like K. Loon
Drown in her ocean I’m in a monsoon, I’m high to the sky chain shine like the moon
Oof (ouch), OG back and better lil’ bitch 
Nine months straight and he still ain’t switch, on that block screaming hey like Jay Critch (hey)  
Man I can not wait till I’m rich, until then I’m robing son no Mitch
Got a K by my side and a G on my hip and this shit do not miss

And a G on my hip it don’t click (at all), I don’t know how much times imma say it
I don’t know how you niggas be tricks, cop shit for a bitch and you not getting laid 
To my old opp’s get off the dick, if it’s static say that shit to my face
Grown ass man I ain’t ownin no ricks, G-lock, G-lock all in the case
Up the knocks get to spraying like mace, hood legend I’m feeling like Mase
Love baddies feeling like Ace, but I ain’t running for you this ain’t a race
If you worth it I might have to chase, but bae please cut to the chase
Feel like a king all up in her palace, beat out her back leave her all in a daze 
She get to bouncing like we at a rave, and she said HoodSasuke her fave
Like girl you got taste, am I falling in love nah I’m laced (laced)

Bridge:
(Reggie, haha)
(Laced, laced, laced)
(Bitch, laced, laced, la-laced, bitch)
(Yeah)
(Alright, let’s do it)
(Let’s do it)

Fedi verse:
Cashing out eShop (cash out), I get money, I get guap
Hop on the beat that’s my job, fedidoitagain I can’t stop
Too much sauce bitch I’m the boss, she don’t fuck with me, her loss (yup)
Sharking season like its jaws, cross my eyes out like a kaws
Hold up
I need some glasses, I’m talking my shit to the masses (yo) 
All of my blessing are massive (yup), I’m off the drank and I’m lagging (yup)
Hold on this shit getting active (yuh), bad lil’ bitch she got the wagon (okay)
Skrrt off the lot with the traction (skrrt), these niggas don’t want no action (nope)
JBL speakers they blasting (boom), my nigga Sasuke made the beat though (let’s go)
I’m making laws no V though, I’m taking your chain like Deebo
Switch up the flow came from heaven, pay me Skrilla, six, seven
Niggas be trolls they be jellin’, I got wings, pepper lemon
He know what I meant though, lemon pepper scent though
Focus on your mental, body is the temple (yuh, yuh)

Outro fedi:
(Honestly I’m just saying whatever bro, this beat too fire)
(You know how we do it)
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
(Yuh, yuh)
(eShop, eShop, get guap, eShop, eShop, yeah)
(eShop, get guap, bitch)

eshopfreestyle ft. fedidoitagain

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PRODUCED BY: @HoodSasuke
Verse:
I’m back in my bag, don’t got knocks got dag’s (don’t got knocks got dag’s)
It’s a trag’, that you fucking on these niggas while they wack
Shoutout my cuz, that’s my Brodie-bro, he turn you to a pack (he turn you to a pack)
Think he been all in the range, ‘cause now he’s quicker to attack
Bitch I been all in the lab, ‘cause now I’m quicker with my raps 
Cheddar, chicken, in my pocket need some lettuce for this wrap 
Give a fuck ‘bout a bitch, ‘cause I ain’t falling for no trap
And you niggas got no drip while there’s some dutchie on my hat
(what the fuck is you wearing?)
Spill-spill some dutchie on my RAF
And this nigga talking crazy while his bitch is in my lap
If I’m flying out to England then I’m sneaking in a wap
Are you sure that that’s your wifey, ‘cause I heard her booty clap
Are you sure that you got motion, heard you sneaking in the VIP
Do a drill all by myself and I ain’t blacking out the whip (hey, hey)
I think trip is re-evolving, better go and watch you film (that’s on bro)
I feel fantastic, I keep human torch on the hip
Human torch in the mag, while I dump out the clip, get you killed for an eighth, or a ounce, or a zip
I’m that nigga that always gon’ spazz off the rip, and I’m fucking a milf she the big three zilch
Hundred-hundred my chamber I’m ‘ooting like Wilt, in my cup it’s not lean it’s some wine I can’t spill
Said that you stressed so of course you pop pills, it’s two-twenty trip and the niel that can’t kneel
Oh my gosh (phew)

Verse whybg:
Triple seven, triple two we counting great figures 
Man I swear my choppa racist, think it hate nigga’s
Man these nigga’s swagger jacking, I swear they ain’t original (come on)
(Come on) I swapped her and her sister out, I did them both individual (what, what)
Lemme flex up, lemme call up my Brodie, pull up with my wodie he shot at the neck, fuck the vest up
Smoking dope, know I’m stoner, give 24 shots like Kobe, they can’t even check us
I know you don’t even know me, but I know your ho, yeah she going, Genesiis we next up (yeah)
(Oh my god)
It’s like that, now you’re clapped, shawty pulled up on me and I pulled on her, had told her throw that ass back
You know I stay flee and I think that’s why she like, she really in my sack
Want a feat, cost a fee, pussy boy you better pay me if you want your track, attack 
(Come on, come on)

#Ihatethots ft. WHYBG

10_25r2d (birdbusinness)

10_25freefedi (808loso/yvngonce)

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MIXED AND MASTERED BY: HoodSasuke
PRODUCED BY: HoodSasuke

Lyrics:

Intro:
(Hey, hee, hee)
(Trip)
(Triple two gang, lame nigga's K)
(Hello?)

Verse:
And it’s still free (who?), bro out the (facts)
It's a double kill if he got bro with him (if he got what?)
Kid Goku my shooter, keep pole on him (bow)
Man pass me the Marc', bitch I'm rolling him
They saying "Two-Twenty got a new flow in him" (what)
Hop on a beat get to chattin' (get to chat-), keep my head on a swivel no lacking 
If I'm puffing, I'm puffing, no passing (puffing no pass)

X button broke what's a pass in? (huh)
New opp turned into past tense (damn)
This that F1 'claren, swerving, might just lose my bearings (lose my head)
She said "she want me to love her", but I don't do caring (give no fuck)
Neck on ice, wrist on white, I feel like a Karen 
She my lil' shit, but I wonder if I'm sharing (if I'm sharing)
Man my LFA, loud as shit the engine blaring (engine blaring)
Thinking she wanna get cracked, please watch how you glaring me
Named my white chop' Jeremy, Asian shooter Jeremy (Jeremy)

Bridge:
Damn, damn (Jerry), damn (Jerry), damn (Jerry)
Damn (Jerry), damn (Jerry), damn (Jerry)
Damn (Jerry), damn (Jerry), damn (Jerry)
Damn (Jerry), damn (Jerry), damn (Jerry)
Damn (Jerry), damn (Jerry), okay, huh

Verse 2 / Outro:
Flying around like this Disney Infinity, Me, Dre and CoCo the trinity (trip)
She keep on looking so I guess she into me, maybe she wanna get intimate (fuck)
Me and this shorty got synergy, her man my opp and he really a kid to me (really a kid)
Man fuck up the track, run up a rack
Back out the back, back out the- (back out the back)

(Back out, nigga)
(Back out the back)
(Fuck, fuck, track after track)
(Shit, only freestyle shit nigga)
(Straight freestyles nigga, shit)
(Facts)

4/4/25

TOP prod madeintyo x tommy stoner

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MIXED AND MASTERED BY: HoodSasuke
PRODUCED BY: HoodSasuke

Lyrics:

Intro:
(Yeesh, aye, Say, Yeesh, aye, Say)
(Yeesh, aye, Say, Yeesh, hey)

Chorus:
Aye say gang (Aye say gang)
Aye say twin (Aye say twin)
Aye say brother (Aye say brother)
Aye say, huh (Aye say, huh)

Aye say gang (Aye say gang)
Aye say twin (Aye say twin)
Aye say brother (Aye say brother)
Aye say, huh (Aye say, huh)

Aye say gang (Aye say gang)
Aye say twin (Aye say twin)
Aye say brother (Aye say brother)
Aye say, huh (Aye say, huh)

Aye say twin (Aye say twin)
Aye say twin (Aye say twin)
Aye say brother (Aye say)
Aye say (Damn)

Verse 1:
Aye say bro, where is your ho? (what)
(What?) buss his scollati got beam at his dome
Plug on the way, he just hit my phone, she wanna get neaky she bussing patron
Getting bread and I don't need no loan (don't need no)
Don't need a wife, counting cheddar alone (cheddar alone)
Go 'round these nigga's, they moving like cones 
They want me stop but my brothers say Go
Go (go), go (go)

Hid my chop' in her humble abode (humble abode)
My neck diamond's I cannot do gold (okay)
Might hit plat 'fore I even go gold
Keep a gadget on me no go-go (no, no, no)
Heard your wifey a fucking throat goat (oh no-no)
And she turn to a gymnist when she see my pole 
And I think I'm a chemist mixing duece with the four

Slide down block get to blickity-blamming
Bro throwing packs now he feeling like (Gannon!)
Triple two, Mega-Man with the cannon (hee)
Float on my beats I don't know when I'm landing (yes)
In this fit bitch I'm sharper than Shannon 
Spinning that block get to 'ooting like Dragic ('ooting like Dragic)

Keep a penny on me for the magic (for the magic), got a tenny and she tragic 
Got some henny on me like what's happening 
Smoke out the top, bitch I'm out of this planet
Always 'bout numbers like fucking Socratic 
Talk about drugs but I ain't a damn addict (bow, bow) 
Smoking on what? It's a hotbox (what)
And you claim that you tough, but we know that you not 
Shirt match the pants, but it offset my socks 
Beat out her back, but I won't cuff a thot (thot)

Outro:
Sheesh (hee), sheesh (yeesh)
Aye say gang 
Aye say twin (Aye say)
Aye say brother (Aye say huh)
Aye say, gang  (Aye say)
Aye say gang (Aye say gang)
Shit, aye

WHYHEFLEXING? p. robertodle [ALL PLATS]

HoodSasuke (@therealhoodsasuke)

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