No Pressure

Maneuver (feat. Flo Milli)

That Part

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Vanix - ATNMNT

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Look
I be putting in work
Big body swerving
Like I just popped a perc
Lazy mothafuckas always getting on my nerves
Stomp a pussy out
Make his mouth bite the curb
Gotta tell 'em like
I be putting work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
Gotta tell 'em like

[T.R.I.P.]

I be putting in work
Mothafuckas got it twisted
I been killin since birth
Let a mothafucka test me
Watch that pussy get murked
Tryna ride my wave
But ya'll staying on the turf
Aye
Cold case murderer
Spitting i’m getting cynical
Bouta level up
Mothafuckas call me the general
Flatline repping
I’m mobbin around your area
If you gotta problem
We’ll grab a shovel and bury ya
Lay low cause you fucking with the dogs now
UAV filled with killas at the compound
Work wheels on the whip
Boy we up now
UAV to the grave, say it out loud
Spinning on these emitz
And now yo bitch up on my dick
I’m getting silly in this bitch
They all just mad i’m getting rich
Kill for fun, getting funds
Get that money up
T.R.I.P. is going dumb
What the fuck?
Bitch you better run

[VAGUE]

Blood in my veins
All black like a venom drip
Demons in my head
Even when the silence hits
Shadow in the rearview and it’s talkin shit
And I’m always hearin noise
Mind full of static
Not to panic its dramatic
To employ
Lackin all the feelings to enjoy
I find the things to destroy
People always stuck
Like they knotted up corduroy
Lookin down like they baptized by the void
They try to shake it off
Like a fucken Polaroid
Damn
I’m givin to much to be annoyed
We ain’t gotta sell our souls
Just to put together
Not headed to hell, we just in bad weather
And I carry this pain
And turn it into pressure
But my soul as dark
Like i’m in black leather
Concrete steppin, Flatline what I’m reppin
Noose ties heavy, got the reaper in my section
All these pussies
Never gonna learn they lesson
Turnin weapons on the side to confessions
Soul stitched it’s like it’s bein torn
Didn’t have mourn for life that wasn’t born
I just can’t think, I’m walkin in a corpse
I’ve been at the edge and laughin like I want more

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Look
I be putting in work
Big body swerving
Like I just popped a perc
Lazy mothafuckas always getting on my nerves
Stomp a pussy out
Make his mouth bite the curb
Gotta tell 'em like
I be putting work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
Gotta tell 'em like


Flatline

Flatline [Prod. Zyller x Zepelin]

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@xxxsagexxx

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