SILLY BOP (prod ABRAXUS FISHER)

Holdin’ Back

Illiauto - MEDUSA

Lyrics:
We in your party wassup, heard you talk shit
I got the blick on my side with an R-Grip
Fuck around blicky gon pop go retarded
Leave his ass stinking he smell like he farted
We ran up in his fucking apartment
Sent a holo his soul was departing
Smoking gas I’m in love with my cartridge
Load a mag and we spun on his block bitch

Glock switch, imma pop this, you can’t stop it, watch it, flow is toxic, make you vomit, caution, feeling nauseous, being honest, I’m just, fucking talking, every song and 
I’m just too sick
Shoutout to my tailor (Taylor) I pull up I’m too swift
Feeling like I’m Vader all black bitch I’m too Sith
You a fucking pussy lil Brodie you useless
Leave his ass hanging by a rope with his body on fire
Choppas gonna sing together like a choir
Feeling like I’m Darkie can’t find my lighter
Bullets gonna bite your ass like a viper
Gotta murder every track, Got a burner in my bag
Like a turtle Imma snap, He gon hurdle like track
Turn his ass to a pack attack and then stomp him
You won’t see the aftermath cause we robbed him

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(Verse 2)
Said he toting a rocket I’m toting a missile
I’m in her socket with my chicken little
I’m dropping the top on the coupe on the block where they shoot at an opp if you run up get popped like a pimple
All black in the night gomme feeling invisible 
Let these words shit like this shit is subliminal 
Fuck my last school imma pop at the principle

Bitch I walk with a stick like yo grandpa
Imma demon send nudes to yo grandma
Auto got him a bitch in Montana
In the pocket like Joe with the blamma
Told her sit on my lap like I’m Santa
Get you popped I ain't talking bout Fanta
If I ask you a question u answer
Or i’m holding your fam up for ransom
Got a lil tec on my hip but I really like fighting I’m moving like Batman
If we up in the ring they know i'm filipino so I’ll knock u out like Pacman
You a pussy, tried kicking my sac man
Got your boy on my mofuckin sack man
And I bet you ain't know that your homie a goat with the throat better watch how he act man

Illiauto - RGRIP ft. FRØST (Prod. 606 FU[CKEDTHISUP)

GFA X HBE (May X Frosty X Rxalize)

Yall dont spin back no more no more no more no more
Where your bros at
Yall dont spin back no more

Got the prerelease of dead opps
They gone before we even beefing with a head shot
My boys been ballin every season we on feds watch
The fuck a tonka truck I’m moving inna dreadnaught

We In a black civic
On some bad business 
Boys we catch slippin
Splatt was lifting
Automatic switches on the back hitting
Rest in peace to gang, looking up “We spun back bitches”
Rest in piss the opps, looking down “know you mad bitches”
Said you smoking on my deads you don’t even know their names
I can list off every dead opp I put that on the gang
Hooligan activities stay trapping in the rain
Y’all aint getting no money so how the fuck y’all trap gang

Do a ghost, smoking on your bro (Get it cause he ghost?)
Bitch you know, Auto on that timing leave em in the cold
Wipe your nose, fucking wipe your chest, bleeding like the rest
You a hoe, I’mma fucking vet I’ll mutilate your crest

Bitch imma hit a lick on your bando
Walk up with some cutters n choppas I feel like Rambo
Dumping out the window with yoppas y’all fucking scared hoes
Aye I, hit him with a headshot, commando

Opps fucking mad
The opps fucking mad
You still dissing on my crew and you don’t fucking have a dad
Bro if he was alive, he’d tell you “Boy get off your ass”
Bro if he was alive, maybe your music would be trash 
Instead of terrible
Unbearable 
Not shareable
Scared of you?
I aint scared of shit im more embarrassed dude
Had to waste my breath because these faggots never learn
Bro your leader faked his death, just so he wouldn’t get merked

Fuck Jay bitch I dump Ks
Yall a dumb gang
Up state living feng shui making dumb bank
Got chops like a gun range
Better duck mane
Bump blades what did cuh say
Issa knife fight
Auto fuckin savage 21 shots and it’s over with
Flexer rockin all black pussyboy must think he opium
Caught him in a band for band with his big homie
Walk up in that fuckin party got a fuckin stick on me
Took his cash n his fuckin bag and his fucking strap then I did the dash
Bitch come get it back
Yall aint spinnin back
Bet you missin that
But im grippin that Ruger EC9 so if you sliding bitch im bussin back
Bitch im dumpin back

Illiauto - WHEREYABROSAT? (prod. BEATSBYSAV)

Lyrics: 

Okay nigga said he Hardbody
When we slid-
On that pussy nigga? 
He was Not bout ittt
Niggas in my city think they up
You are not clouded
took a pretty boy roll call
Bitch you was NOT counteddd

I slide with illegal shit but I stay too official
Classy nigga out this bitch so I stick to a pistol
Who gon miss you? 
Nigga not me
Bullets can’t wait to hit you
How the fuck you coming back from that
Bitch you gon shoot a missle?

You can be an ugly bitch
But better hope your back not
Cause if you ain’t a 10 I’ll get my nut off
With them back shots
I like smart hoes
This techy bitch gon gimme lap top
And if you fuck my ex just use my music as
Yo backdrop

Damnn 
know she miss the boy 
But bitch I hath not
Thought about that hoe
Since I been up
Cause I make racks bop
Choppa cut that nigga fucking fro
Off to a flattop 
I’m with yo bitch
She playing good cop
I’m playinggg- fuck

Okay nigga said he Hardbody
When we slid-
On that pussy nigga? 
He was Not bout ittt
Niggas in my city think they up
You are not clouded
took a pretty boy roll call
Bitch you was NOT counteddd

I slide with illegal shit but I stay too official
Classy nigga out this bitch so I stick to a pistol
Who gon miss you? 
Nigga not me

I’m know to shoot the middle
How the fuck you coming back from that
Bitch you gon shoot a missle?


Bitch bet not stay around
Nightey night gon lay you down
Niggas pulled up and ain’t did shit
They like to hang around
Bang around 
Banana clip bullets gon leave em shaking now
Eh eh eh eh
Now that niggas only making sounds

80 cal
How tf I’m fasting and yall weight is down
I been on my shit


Eating fruits so I ain’t breaking out
Niggas on my dick? Okay cool
Hope you stay in town
Cause you gon see me worldwide bitch
Nas Nas pull up shit like to hang around keep that one
That shit don’t phase me now

SEIKKK (NEWMCBETTER!)

Lyrics:

Damn internet shooter
Bet you lost your pipe 
Cause when we slid yeen’ did shit
Now you lost yo life

You was the man in school now you broke
You done lost your hype 
My girl was finna beat your ass bitch
Shoulda brought your dykes
Cause now she finna fuck your shit up
She box like Mike
I checked the stats
You niggas ain’t even fly 
Like you lost your kite

Bitch, I been making noise
That choppa bust
And it make men subs
I like Asian toys
Had to block that bitch
She said she only like Caucasian boys 
Your nigga 9-5ing with no dreams
He’s fake employed

Your bitch said you can’t fuck
She fake enjoyed it
Shoutout to my dick it’s 
Got a curve 
It’s double jointed
If it ain’t bout stacking up this pape’
We’re not anointed
I’m a munch bitch I eat cooch
For my enjoyment

Bitch
I’m a real dawg
Still got
Them niggas on my dick
Till they get peeled off
I kill cops
I feel like bill cosb’
How I snuck in this bitch
To kill y’all
Been 30 minutes suck it 
Bitch I’m still soft

Dick hoppings what yall like to do
But im like lit ghandi
Bitch stop it
I got big pockets
And even big chocolate 
Dick for yo bitch nigga
Not my fault yo bitch want it
20 now been rapping since 13
And bitch I still got it

Damn internet shooter
Bet you lost your pipe 
Cause when we slid yeen’ did shit
Now you lost yo life

You was the man in school now you broke
You done lost your hype 
My girl was finna beat your ass bitch
Shoulda brought your dykes
Cause now she finna fuck your shit up
She box like Mike
I checked the stats
You niggas ain’t even fly 
Like you lost your kite

HIGHSCHOOLPEAKER!

Lyrics:

This is not extortion, scammed a white bitch and her name was Lauren, sturdy metamorphic, we don’t care bitch we are not ignoring 
You are not important, 23’s on yo back like Michael Jordan. We gon really kill this lil nigga this is not abortion

Mask on mask off face that, flag off, black on face mask, gat gon bang off, lay flat, black on black on crime, stay mad
leave a niggga dead and gone wait that
back off pow pow  stay down 
Blast off mad dog, play now
Nigga look alive GRTT lay down 

You can not spell who the damn greatest without M and E
Finna teach a lesson pussy bitch like this a spelling bee
PQRST U are not street 
Abcdef bitch you not a G

We get to the loot, let us through, we got cheddar cheese, bad bitch on my dick a demon and you know she ebony, thinking you can run it up like me? I’m like nigga please, Asian bitch said that she like my accent I speak nigganese

Illiauto - WHEREYABROSAT? (prod. BEATSBYSAV)

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