You’re new favorite trans rapper, and i’m only 16 🤭

Cover art made by JAKARI

I’m getting sneaky with the drops like I pickpocket
I’ve been big launching, I dip Bombas and piss rockets
I been hot since like 6, the only click that you get
Is when you put down the pen, and get to shit-talkin’

I’m steady clean as a bitch, so I been dirty wit’ it
‘Til 21, I’ma Savage, so I keep murderin’ shit
When 21, hit the curb, I get to bourbon sippin’ 
And then I’m fly as a bird, yeah I get that curler flippin’

I let em question my motive, I got some bigger fish
Like when I light up the reefer and let the swisher hit
I got ‘em flippin on the rec, get ‘em an airbag
That boy turned off his SnapMap, I got ‘em airtagged

I’m straight fienin’ for blood, like I’m im Twilight
But I got lit off the bud, now I despise guys
And It’s crazy how they really keep talkin’
My best advice, bitch shut and up and keep what? 

Holon-

Walkin’
Walkin’
Bitch, shut up keep walkin’
I tell ‘em keep walkin’
Bitch, shut up keep-
I tell ‘em keep walkin’
Bitch, shut up keep walkin’
I tell ‘em keep walkin’
Bitch, shut up keep!-

They cue the lights, then I pull up no problem
The stick blast off, they shake, but no Harlem
My hype bitch behind me like “Don’t harm ‘em!”
But give em generational trauma when I pull up his postpartum 
This shit stardom, and I don’t fuck with toying with ‘em, this ain’t McFarland 
I get to kickin at my feet, when some shit started, I’m too guarded 
The ink specialize in staining the dark-hearted 

But don’t play wit’ me
You ain’t really safe wit’ me
If they turnin on my notches, know got the safe with me 
Bestie in the back wit’ a BBL, she might grab a DRAC/Drake with me 
We let it spray silly
Fuck you trynna say to me?

My Boy a Certified Lover, it’s like he Drake with me
He N 2 DEEP, I tell ‘em Pipe Down or Knives Talk, you know I got the blade wit’ me
I feel like wayne really 
Introduce ‘em to the lolipop, Sucker For Pain Ahh!

(Hook)
 
Young K.B:

Most people pushing thirty, and steady ain’t even grown yet
Had to grow at fourteen, been steady getting my own bread
Been about the music long before K.B was born and-
I’ma live forever It’s gonna be on my stonehenge
Whoops, I mean Headstone
How the fuck is all my bread gone?
Gotta get some more, keep it a stack, thats on my dead mom
Thinking I’m a joke a phony, best believe you’re dead wrong
Just bought myself a pound of stank, I gotta get my meds on

Fuckin’ around while I’m driving round town
They calling me it, but I’m never a clown
Always be shining, you cant put me down
The jealousy, envy and hate draws a crowd
But the fake get exposed and the real persevere
That’s why I’m still standing and you are not here
The spotlights are going, you look like a deer
This is my lane, so just stay over here
Got all these packs, but I’m never a dealer
Staying like Mike Jack, always a thriller 
Fuck them, deuce, I’ma need four-wheelers Contemplate killing, but I’m not no killa 
Young K.B, gotta shine stay realler 
All of my haters, I block get rid off 
I know this shit not, me its bigger 
I’ll never stop ‘til I make ten figures

KEEP WALKIN' (ft. Young K.B)

money song 
prod tayoloxs

lyrics
Break a bitches back before im askin for the number
I be goin in the back imma hit it like a plumber
Imma hit it season 4 till i end up in the summer 
Now she askin me to shop but nah i aint tryna fund her uh

Fix yo mix up ‘fore you puttin fists up
Boy you finna switch up so why you keepin the blick tucked
He get cracked like a chip so why he tryin so hard to live 
Took one look at my wallet then took a blade and slit his wrists

My style is fuckin perfect you got kicked out balenciaga 
Chop slice em like a samurai we gon battle for his honour
He ask where i hide the stick with my girl i keep it on her
She gon be whippin out the grip before you even feel it on ya
Choppa hit em finna sing out like madonna 
He gettin jugged for all his shit i aint leavin any prada
Gojo walk into that bitch they be seein how my saunter
I be turnin him to ghost now he cosplayin haunter

He aint makin no money 
He aint makin no money
He aint makin no money
Money talks money talks yuh yuh

Spittin off the dome while im smokin on this loud
His music can stay lost it aint never gon be found
Buried 6 feet down know he stayin underground
Like these artists cant hit like me when i make them fuckin bounce

Make em bounce when i step up on a beat uh
Bars that leave em blue like he the fuckin beetle
Know he gon stay at home like the fuckin depot
You aint never really gonna kill a feat though
Headshot to yo brain know i never miss a free throw
See you in yo guise got the sight of an eagle

Victimize your crime 
Seein straight to your demise 
I got water in my sight
And a dead mans eyes

money song

HOP ON YO FEATURE AND BLOW YO TRACK OUT

prod. @novafled
mix. @ohnoitsrobo
cover. kallous_ on ig!!! ty girly<3

Lyrics:

[NAUT]

They just askin’ for this track to slaughtered and carted away
Like the carter the way, I live in this music no matter how much
Longer they wait, I’m gettin’ fond of the hate 
You givin’ hella ideas, I think i’ll drop on the eighth 
3.5, cop an instant gram like a page
You puttin’ links up in your bio, while they to link me to graves
I’m killin’ it
I just load up a banana how I'm peelin’ it
Refilling it, Fill up (Philip) Flatheads when I’m drillin’ it
Revealing it that im a better rapper, what a realization
Wanna call me a capper the fuckin’ minute I say shit
I couldn’t understand if I come off a little abrasive
Cuz I’m leavin’ rappers slender droppin’ hints in the pages 
FIre shit like a Mage, bitch
Hire hits with my guages
They been dyin’ how they livin’, It’s a slug where they pace is
(Lemme shut the fuck up cuz robo wanna interrupt me n shit)

[ROBO]

(Aw man, y'all got Robo rapping again what the fuck)
Ayo I'm trippin', I'm ridin', I'm slidin' through the back like ooh!
Y'all be babbling, the barbarian's back again
I bounce billions off her breasts, her name was Madeline
I cut the track and then I spin back with an acronym
Black Beatle Deagles got you freezin', not no mannequin
Wooh! I take this pill and then I turn back to the past of sin
Tryna act like I ain't do that shit, I actually did
She clinging to me saying "Robo you so talented!"
I know bitch, and yet that pussy was just adequate

[NAUT]

AYY WHO FUCKIN BETTER AT THIS RAPPIN' SHIT?
YOU RAPPIN' SHIT, YOU COP A MIC AND CRAP IN IT
I'M GRABBIN IT AND STABBIN IT INSIDE YA MENTAL- 
FRACTION IT IN HALF 
PASS AROUND, I JUST PACKED A KID
YOU THE ONE WHO BLEW OFF ON THIS JOINT 
AND NOW IM BLOWING LITTLE CANNABITCH
WACK AS SHIT
HOP ON YO' FEATURE AND BLOW YO' TRACK OUT
FUCK A BROKIE FEATURE, LOOKIN FOR THAT DOJA CAT NOW 
NOT FUCKIN WITCHU' TRYNNA MAKE THIS HO A FUCKIN' CASH COW
I GO MOOOVE BITCH, OUT THE WAY LET ROBO RAP NOW

[ROBO]

I got that shit that make you wanna fucking pass out, uh
Gonna blow my paycheck on some drinks and then I'll black out, yuh
Somebody listening probably thinks I'ma give 'em handouts, ah
Bitch I head one track, yo fuckin' music never stand out, uh
You tryna talk some shit, bitch check up on that crap mouth
Make you lose some teeth, I'm boutta turn this to a MAD house
The venue lookin' like my bowl, 'cus that shit packed now
Look up at the clock, few minutes for the verse, yeah I wont ask how
(Aye, Nova on the beat, hoe)
No I won't ask how

[NAUT]

I basically didn't get to rap on this song robo what the FU-

PIT (ft. ROBO) (Prod. NOVÂFLED)

this is one of my favorite songs ever i hope yall like this </3

prod. BeatsByEmani on yt
mix. @rivrpersn

lyrics:

(Uh, Tell em-
Tell em flick the uh...
Yeah, Tell em, Tell em
Yeah, Tell em, Tell em
Hollon' tell em-)

Flick the lights on
Get this shit jumpin’
We fine when the night long
Trynna feel somethin’
When the hype die, we get high
Keep it runnin’
Cuz I’m thinking I’ma die when the light
Hit the summit
Fuckin’ light work
I’ma spend the night fuckin’ thumbin’ through my issues
Typa shit that make you take a fuckin’ knife to ya mental
But ain’t done yet, I got another beat to fry
So I guess I ain’t dying til the beat has died, like—
Shit—well the beat dropped out
What the fuck I’m posed to do wit it now?
I just wait for the kickback
There it is, hit ‘em with the whoomp like a pimp slap, like I’m Slickback
Finna deal it to ‘em, then I get my lick back
Schedule 1, I made a fig off a six-pack
And that’s light work, I crack on ‘em daily
You ain’t finna weed out the meth-od, I’m crazy
They can easily overdose on each of my tracks
And it’s evident the way they injecting it
Man, it’s crazy how they say that all the music is medicine
Gave me an idea, invention—man, like I feel like I’m Edison
And they notice it, and usin’ it, but never be creditin’
Never be benevolent, they get a check and to hell wit’ it
And I’m hatin’ it, and often I feel better berating it
Separating it from people who are trynna be better than
The elders that are watching us mess wit’ it
Know I see it too
I’m trynna spread a message, swear that I’ma see it through
Tyler Joseph said a kitchen sink to me is not a kitchen sink to you
But I been swimmin’ in a pool that’s prolly bigger than yours
I got a crib with three doors
And my garage is prolly wider and more open than yours
I hope you hear the discourse
And finally comprehend the fact
There’s not a shit in my drawls that I’d be giving to y’all
But now you’re pissing me off
When I contemplate my confidence, I’m ending it all
Not my life cuz I been carrying more value than a jewel trunk
Can’t escape the smoke like you was hittin’ then the Juul stuck
Get up in this dual truck, bitch
And yeah, we killin’ the rich
Fuck ya money bags hand a Happy Meal to a kid
And if you don’t, we ‘bouta pull up
Then a stick gets to shiftin’
Pull ‘em outta the party and tell his friend that he ditched him
Then hit him too

NAUT DEAD YET

IRRELEVANT

Guitar and backing vocals by @leviwavedashes

one blink. (acoustic cover)

lyrics:
couple scars on my body
done a lot of dumb shit
imma make this my hobby
acid with the molly 
candyflip with my shawty
fell in love with her body
only a side piece probably
flew her out economy
so she thought we was monogamy
one day imma be a prodigy
so it's best if you stop talking to me 
everything that you saying making me wanna leave
already got a free trial from an abg
im way too far gone aint no saving me
all these bipolar hoes rubbing off of me

im attracted to your toxicity
all these bad bitches got history
i aint saying that my record clean
arrested inna blue tee
been a couple times i almost od
yea narcan come save me
yea
fuck up the party
im sipping bacardi
i got a bad bitch she down to get naughty
dip off in her whip it's a new maserati
she got daddy's money still calling me pappi
stopped at the redlight she giving me sloppy
that shit so trash i might drop her off prolly
at the gas station bought her a new vape
fuck it even got a ticket for lottery
maybe ill win something i think im due
i gamble a lot when im thinking bout you
all in the pot im losing a lot
dont give a fuck bout a bitch she a thot
pass her to broski cus he wanna tap
eskimo brothers that's part of the plot
nowadays limited cap in my rap
like not gonna lie i be doing a lot

Couple scars on my body
done a lot of dumb shit
imma make this my hobby
acid with the molly 
candyflip with my shawty
fell in love with her body
only a side piece probably
flew her out economy
so she thought we was monogamy
one day imma be a prodigy
so it's best if you stop talking to me 
everything that you saying making me wanna leave
already got a free trial from an abg
im way too far gone aint no saving me
all these bipolar hoes rubbing off of me

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