nga really dont know bout dis ong, wait for dis was to long

solo mission

prod riblovesyou
socials: guns.lol/mem0ry

Lyrics:
Yuh, I pour the Wock in the cup right now
I push up, know they gone run around, yuh
I push up, yuh, dump rounds, yuh
Talking shit, but you a bum now
Yuh, I hit his top, leave a bump now
Yuh, I’m sippin’, yuh, so I’m drunk now
Bend her over on the truck now, yuh
Studio til’ the sun down
Shoot a nigga son, yuh, now his son down
She see that I came up like, “Wassup now?”

Tch, Like no bitch, told her back up
Nigga I’m toting, yea I got the Mac, yuh
I’m bouta beat her down, toot her back up
I’m calling up fehrm nigga for the back up
Yuh, I’m calling up Jay nigga keep the strap tucked
Yuh, I’m calling up all my bruddas, they gone stab yuh
Yuh, If you dissing, yea my bitch gone slash
I got a hot Glock, leave a rash, yuh
Niggas be dirty, bringing all the rats, yuh
I be thrifting, I be bringing the racks out
Bring the 50, I’ma aim at a back now
Yuh, When I come again better not back down
No I don’t fuck with 12, but I’ma pat down

Yuh, Smoke and pass now, yuh
Yuh, I smoke a pack down, yuh
Minecraft, swear that the wood be punchin’, yuh
Gen 5 up in the function, yuh
Sun up money come in, yuh
If the sun down money come in, yuh
Blow this shit somebody come in
You talking shit, but you pussy, it don’t make no sense
(Don’t make no sense)

Yuh, I pour the Wock in the cup right now
I push up, know they gone run around, yuh
I push up, yuh, dump rounds, yuh
Talking shit, but you a bum now
I pour the Wock in the cup right now
I push up, know they gone run around, yuh
I push up, yuh, dump rounds, yuh
Talking shit, but you a bum now
Yuh, I hit his top, leave a bump now
Yuh, I’m sippin’, yuh, so I’m drunk now
Bend her over on the truck now, yuh
Studio til’ the sun down
Shoot a nigga son, yuh, now his son down
She see that I came up like, “Wassup now?”

Tch, Like no bitch, told her back up
Nigga I’m toting, yea I got the Mac, yuh
I’m bouta beat her down, toot her back up
I’m calling up fehrm nigga for the back up
Yuh, I’m calling up Jay nigga keep the strap tucked
Yuh, I’m calling up all my bruddas, they gone stab yuh
Yuh, If you dissing, yea my bitch gone slash
I got a hot Glock, leave a rash, yuh
Niggas be dirty, bringing all the rats, yuh

Yuh, I pour the Wock in the cup right now
I push up, know they gone run around, yuh
I push up, yuh, dump rounds, yuh
Talking shit, but you a bum now
I pour the Wock in the cup right now
I push up, know they gone run around, yuh
I push up, yuh, dump rounds, yuh
Talking shit, but you a bum now

sundown

prod sanverde
socials: guns.lol/mem0ry

Lyrics:
Know the beat prod V, nigga, yuh
Know I’m a V nigga, yuh
Do it for my team, nigga, yuh
Pourin’ up all that shit
Then I got drunk nigga, I got sick
Then I got high, nigga start to twitch
Wanted to change, nigga had to switch
Wanted to change nigga, for that bitch
Wanted the change, nigga start to flip it

Yea, I got a fifty, I turn to a hunnid
Now I got the hunnids, I’m runnin’ up money
I’m tryna put my bitch in Armani, yuh
Look at feet, know it’s Marni, yuh
Look at my bitch, she a Barbie, yuh
I keep the stick all on me, yuh
You know I come with an army, yuh (hold up, yuh)
You know I come with my shooters, nigga
Get to the chicken like Hooters, nigga, yuh
Know I’m a real deal shooter, nigga
You know I’m flippin’ that switch and I’m pulling that trigger

Know the beat prod V, nigga, yuh
Know I’m a V nigga, yuh
Do it for my team, nigga, yuh
Pourin’ up all that shit
Then I got drunk nigga, I got sick
Then I got high, nigga start to twitch
Wanted to change, nigga had to switch

Know the beat prod V, nigga, yuh
Know I’m a V nigga, yuh
Do it for my team, nigga, yuh
Pourin’ up all that shit
Then I got drunk nigga, I got sick
Then I got high, nigga start to twitch
Wanted to change, nigga had to switch
Wanted to change nigga, for that bitch

change

prod fehrm br6hnco
socials: guns.lol/mem0ry

Lyrics:
I’m bouta hop out the car get to blitzin’
I’m bout to hop out the car and just blick him
She bout to pull up and just lick them
Bag a nigga hit a lick on him
Hop on the beat and I’m rhyming a synonym
Niggas don’t know what I’m bout to send at ‘em
Yea, I’m just tryna find a fucking rhythm
I kill him and wrap him like a ribbon
Got excited when pack came in from ribbit
I got niggas waiting for a snippet
I take a pink 10 it get wicked

I’m with my crew nigga we gone sink them
Uppin’ my rank nigga I’m like rank 10
No I was just kidding nigga, I’m like rank 1
Ain’t no DMV, I’m tryna crank sum 🕺🏼
Say it all the time, niggas tryna have fun
Y-you ain’t gone slide, nigga you don’t got nun
H-how you gone slide nigga? You don’t got guns 
Know when I slide nigga I be on 1
No you not bout that, you don’t got to force nun
Hop in the whip, put that bitch in sport, yuh
I got a fye, know it’s finna hit sum
Shoot fye from the hip, know it’s finna scorch, yuh

Yuh huh, Oh yuh
Tryna find the rhythm when we fuck
This bitch I know she a slut
Take her back to the truck
I know she gone suck sum in the trunk
Yuh, Fake ID I’m 21
I’m slidin’ all up in the club
In the car, I hide it up under the rug
Bitch you not my bitch, you can’t get a hug
Yuh, Bitch you a snitch, no you not a thug, yuh yuh
I got on that Rick, so she tryna fuck, yuh yuh
Talking ‘bout money that’s all that I want
I’m tryna hit it from back and then hit it from front
I don’t never got to lie, I don’t gotta front
I don’t never gotta fake nun, I be blunt
I don’t wanna smoke nun, fuck the blunt
I just be chillin’, kick it like a punt
Stay wit’ my kin when we go and hunt
I feel like Ken, niggas know I clutch

Young nigga, I slid on this beat
Yuh, I keep the fye, know I stay with my heat
I got love for my team, I got love for the V
You not on 1, I know you won’t hop out that seat 
I know you a pussy, it’s easy to see
She got good pussy, it’s easy to skeet
My opps I face ‘em, I come up to your street
I’m not Max, I get plaques, I don’t even stream

I’m bouta hop out the car get to blitzin’
I’m bout to hop out the car and just blick him
She bout to pull up and just lick them
Bag a nigga hit a lick on him
Hop on the beat and I’m rhyming a synonym
Niggas don’t know what I’m bout to send at ‘em
Yea, I’m just tryna find a fucking rhythm
I kill him and wrap him like a ribbon
Got excited when pack came in from ribbit
I got niggas waiting for a snippet
I take a pink 10 it get wicked
Yea, I’m just tryna find a fucking rhythm

rhythm

prod 1ryukk
socials: guns.lol/mem0ry

Lyrics:
Yuhhhh, yuhhhh
Yuh, niggas don’t want beef wit’ me (hold up)
Yuh, niggas don’t want beef wit’ me
Yuh, I keep the blick, and my team wit’ me
Yea, I got hella hoes tryna get wit’ me
But I want the bread, I don’t want women
Young nigga goin’ up, keep the stick on ‘em
Know I’m ridin’ wit’ my Gen, yah
I got my shooters wit’ me keep the defense, yah
I keep my circle small, put the fence up
I’m tryna link, yea I’m tryna see ya
Yea, her pussy wet like the sea, yuh
Show me that kitty, yea I’m tryna beat it up

Yuh, beat it up, yuh
I beat it up raw
Put balls in her jaw, I’m scoring like Ja
That nigga a joke, call him Eye of the Rah
I pieced up, put him right in a box (Put him right in a box, yuhh)
I had to wrap my opp up after I robbed him
I got my sidekick just like Batman and Robin
Yuh, I got Japanese fashion a nigga been coppin’
Look at my swag now they all tryna copy
I-I got a freak ho, she all on my body
I was on drugs feelin’ like a zombie
Bring that sackout, drug dealin’ my hobby
I don’t like people just get away from me
Bring out the ARP, so he runnin’
223 and 50, steady be gunnin’
Y’all niggas don’t do shit, y’all be bluffin’

Tch, yuhh
Nigga I get to the bread, and I’m spending it all, yuh
I’m ‘bouta hop out that truck, fah, yuh huhh
Nigga I’m hogging that shit, I’m keepin’ that ball, yuh (hold up)
Nigga I aim at his top, I’m shavin’ him bald, yuh

Yuh, niggas don’t want beef wit’ me (hold up)
Yuh, niggas don’t want beef wit’ me (hold up)
Niggas don’t want beef wit’ me
Yuh, I keep the blick, and my team wit’ me
Yuh, I got hella hoes tryna get wit’ me
But I want the bread, I don’t want women
Young nigga goin’ up, keep the stick on ‘em
Know I’m ridin’ wit’ my Gen, yah
I got my shooters with me keep the defense, yah (hold up)
Yuh, niggas don’t want beef wit’ me
Yuh, I keep the blick, and my team wit’ me
Yuh, I got hella hoes tryna get wit’ me, oh yuhh

Hella hoes tryna get wit’ me, oh yuh
Hella hoes tryna get wit’ me, oh yuhhh
(Let's go mem0ry!)
Hella hoes tryna get wit’ me
I ain’t really tryna get women
I ain’t really tryna get none, oh yuhh

get wit me

prod fehrm
socials: guns.lol/mem0ry

Lyrics:
Yuh, you really not wit’ me, yuh yuh
Nigga just bit me, yuh yuh
The ho just bit me up, yuh
Want you to flick me up, yuh
The ho say, “Dick me”, ho no
Go to bank I got dough
Nigga, I don’t wan’ fuck no hoes, yuh
Nigga I’m keepin’ a pole
I don’t got no luck, don’t split that pole
That’s my brudda, I split that dough
Run in yo’ shit, I’ma kick that door, oh yuh

Nigga, his shit get finagled, yuh
I got the bread like a bagel, yuh
Cracking that bitch from an angle, yuh
Nigga gon’ trip, fuck an ankle up
Sundown, pour the Wock in that cup
Can’t see me no more, I’m in the cut
That ho want 0 to fuck her in her guts
This ho got me fucked up, hurting my guts
I hopped out the car that nigga he run
Yuh, I knew he would run
Hittin’ my phone like, “Bitch what you want?”
I-I light the wood when I’m smoking a blunt
V nigga, we gon’ pop out and hunt
Call of Duty, nigga packing a punch
Mixing up red nigga, no it’s not punch
Told that ho back up, I don’t wan’ hunch

Yuh, you really not wit’ me, yuh yuh
Nigga just bit me, yuh yuh
The ho just bit me up, yuh
Want you to flick me up, yuh
The ho say, “Dick me”, ho no
Go to bank I got dough
Nigga, I don’t wan’ fuck no hoes, yuh
Nigga I’m keepin’ a pole
I don’t got no luck, don’t split that pole
That’s my brudda, I split that dough
Run in yo’ shit, I’ma kick that door, oh yuh

Nigga, his shit get finagled, yuh
I got the bread like a bagel, yuh
Cracking that bitch from an angle, oh yuh
Nigga gon’ trip, fuck an ankle up, oh yuh

Zip a nigga up just like a zipper
That bitch bad, but I can’t be wit’ her
Shit feel numb and the shit taste bitter, yuh
Shit get hard, but I can’t be a quitter, yuh
Got some shit, hit ‘em, make ‘em jitter, yuh
Niggas my sons, need a baby sitter, yuh
Yeah, I be dumpin’ that clip, it’s a shitter, yuh
My demons tryn’ get me to sin
But I’m tryna leave my pain in the wind
Wonder when this pain gon’ end
Nigga I look at that text, don’t send, yuh
I can’t e’en talk to my twin, yuh
I can’t e’en talk to my friends, yuh
I can’t e’en pretend, yuh
Why the poison come in, yuh

Yuh, you really not wit’ me, yuh yuh
Nigga just bit me, yuh yuh
The ho just bit me up, yuh
Want you to flick me up, yuh
The ho say, “Dick me”, ho no
Go to bank I got dough
Nigga, I don’t wan’ fuck no hoes, yuh
Nigga I’m keepin’ a pole
I don’t got no luck, don’t split that pole
That’s my brudda, I split that dough
Run in yo’ shit, I’ma kick that door, oh yuh

bit me

prod zhap
socials: https://guns.lol/mem0ry

Lyrics:

(Nigga I’m 0)
(I’m 0)

Say fuck these niggas, I’m better than y’all, oh yeah
Say fuck these niggas, I’m better than y’all, hold up
She say fuck me when I gave her my all
But I’m going real better, I try not to fall
Saw through that shit like the Eye of Rah
I’m grounding and shit, I play with the rocks
Me and twin geeked up and I’m drunk off the shot
He said he gone pull up, nigga you not
Like fuck y’all niggas, I never get caught
I miss my cousin nigga we locked
It’s been three years but I never forgot  
Nigga know that I want this shit, so nigga I’m praying this shit up to God

0-0 in the crib, I just rolled up the za
Know shawty so bad I just look in her eyes
Know 0 been staying down and shit but nigga I’m coming up, I’m on a rise
Fuck the facade, I see the disguise
Fuck this shit, I’ll never comply
Nigga this life built on reflections yuh, just like the sea and the sky
Know I got love for my V niggas, yuh
Know I just linked my V niggas, yuh
My bruddas on lock, tryna free niggas
Got a hot ass glock s-shit still freeze
Got a chop and a stick, young nigga Chinese, yuh
Fuck that bitch, I don’t need ya
Nigga better run, I’ll squeeze, yuh
Tryna spark shit up but it’s breezy, yuh
Shooter 6’7 like Weezy, yuh
No I can’t fuck that bitch, she easy
Shawty wanna please me but I don’t want no STD her shit be greasy, yuh
Nigga I key it, yuh
Nigga I steal that whip if a young nigga see it, yuh
I couldn’t leave you, yuh
Now it’s fuck these bitches, I leave ‘em all

My love gone nigga, so fuck it we ballin’
0 been working but nigga y’all stalling
I killed all this shit nigga some like Stalin 
Know I got a foreign bitch she Guatemalan
He saw me, started running, got a mile in
I don’t fuck with that bitch, shawty she be wylin’
I’m off the shrooms nigga smiling
I’m making this art young nigga designing, yuh

Say fuck these niggas, I’m better than y’all, oh yeah
Say fuck these niggas, I’m better than y’all, hold up
She say fuck me when I gave her my all
But I’m going real better, I try not to fall
Saw through that shit like the Eye of Rah
I’m grounding and shit, I play with the rocks
Me and twin geeked up and I’m drunk off the shot
He said he gone pull up, nigga you not
Like fuck y’all niggas, I never get caught
I miss my cousin nigga we locked
It’s been three years but I never forgot  
Nigga know that I want this shit, so nigga I’m praying this shit up to God

integrity

prod sanverde
socials: guns.lol/mem0ry

Lyrics:
Why-Why you gotta take me away? Yuh
I love my bruddas but you take me away, yuh
It be hard to get up, sometimes niggas just lay
I be stuck in my shit nigga, huh, I feel like I decayed
And I got shit going, feel like shit be in the way
I been facing that J
Why you throwing shit in my face? 
N-Nigga I’m still tryna hold that down
Run in yo’ crib, I’ma blow shit down
In the hot box, I’ma blow shit down, u-uhh

Keep on going cause this shit coming, yeah the shit in bound
I see a opp nigga, oh yuh, I let this round wrap around, yuh
This shit gone aim at his crown, yuh
Lead this shit with no crown
My niggas they pick me up when I’m down
And nigga I pick ‘em up, get off the ground, yuh
I been tryna get out this mess
Am I gone get out? That’s the test
In my inventory, got two TECs
This bitch wanna fuck, can’t have sex
She be tryna spin back, I’m perplexed
Aim the beam and his eye turned to an X
Got too many hoes tryna select
T-They tryna lean on me like Sele

So why you gotta take me away? Yuh
I love my bruddas but you take me away, yuh
It be hard to get up, sometimes niggas just lay
I be stuck in my shit nigga, huh, I feel like I decayed
And I got shit going, feel like shit be in the way
I been facing that J
Why you throwing shit in my face? 
N-Nigga I’m still tryna hold that down
Run in yo’ crib, I’ma blow shit down
In the hot box, I’ma blow shit down, u-uhh

take me away

prod me
socials: https://guns.lol/mem0ry

Lyrics:
Niggas tryna do me bad
But I ain’t going out sad
I been tryna kill the old me
Wrap Em put ‘em in a bag
No, I ain’t never looking back
Left my trauma in the past
Put my troubles in the pack
They fly when I blow the gas
Bad hoe, know she shaking all the ass
Know I keep the full zip fuck the half
Play with my bruddas split him into halves
Cut her off quick fuck what we had
Push up on niggas hit him with the ray gun
Shout out to Zion nigga that’s my day one
Nigga I keep the circle real small
Cause it’s a lot of niggas they be fake ones
Put a sassy nigga right in my pack
Nigga I guess I’m smoking on a gay blunt
Fat racks in my pocket nigga Dave Blunts
I got real G40 nigga got the fake one

I got the 30 told a nigga get down
Pockets was skinny but they getting big now
Money was green now that shit look pink
Young nigga been evolving off pain
Choppa make him step back in the paint
Try to run I put him right back in the rink
Know 0 nigga I been uppin’ my rank
I go Promethazine brudda sippin’ on drank
I just been stacking up all of this guap
She don’t got no ass but she got WAP
Jackin’ his car nigga I made him walk
Bitch ass opp nigga hide in a bush
Shawty ain’t shave, so I dive in her bush
Bitch wanna fuck, I just grab on her tush
One of my hoes wanna fuck told her book
If I don’t got wheels nigga run up on foot
I feel like the captain I hit him with hook
I was feeling so bad, I was misunderstood
I got so high, I was wrapping with wood
Bitch tryna pull up and lick on my wood
Did so much shit that I probably just shouldn't've
Shit been hard for me nigga, oh yuh
Nigga feel like I done lost so much

Niggas tryna do me bad
But I ain’t going out sad
I been tryna kill the old me
Wrap Em put ‘em in a bag
No, I ain’t never looking back
Left my trauma in the past
Put my troubles in the pack
They fly when I blow the gas

(Young nigga I’m 0)

past

prod irockusedclothing
socials: guns.lol/mem0ry 

Lyrics:
(Nigga I’m 0)

Shawty my love
You know you my love
I don’t normally give a fuck
But when I look at you, I wanna cuff
Never tryna end it, woah
You make it hard to take it slow
We blow the gas, we blow the 0’s
She call me bae, they call me 0, yeah
She call me bae, they call me 0
And I don’t want no other hoe
Wish I didn’t have to go

And so I be fucked up sometimes, sometimes, yeah
And we had a good time, fun time, one time, yeah
And I’m tryna count with you, run the bands 100x, 100x, yeah
You know I miss you, ain’t had much time, we ran out of time, yeah

She want the pack, know I ship, yeah
Balenci bag with the fit
I’m wit’ my boo and we matching Ricks, yeah
Heart been broke but that shit fixed, yeah
We go together, know that shit fit, yeah
Partner in crime, know we hold the stick, yeah
Out of the world you the best pick, yeah
New ice slatt, jeweler
We countin’ up that mula
This real gas not Muha
New cash and that shit blue, yuh
I fell quick this new love
Double M, know I’m rockin’ Futures
I see you in my future
Ain’t tryna let go of ya

Tryna get you closer
So much fake shit in the world, but I’m not a poser
Shawty look like a model told that bitch pose, yuh
Yeah, I don’t rap nigga I’ma artist
And I don’t produce nigga I compose, yuh
Tryna get you closer
Tryna get you closer
(My love, my love, my love, my love, my love, my love)

Shawty my love
You know you my love
I don’t normally give a fuck
But when I look at you, I wanna cuff
Never tryna end it, woah
You make it hard to take it slow
We blow the gas, we blow the 0’s
She call me bae, they call me 0, yeah
She call me bae, they call me 0
And I don’t want no other hoe
Wish I didn’t have to go

(Wish I didn’t have to go)
(Nigga I’m 0)

my love

prod fehrm
YEOEOEOEOEOE

Lyrics:
Told you I'm bouta go hop on this beat
Be in the house, yeah I’m not on the street
Step in the function Margielas on feet
You don’t be on none, you say you gon’ hop in that v
I’m in the function, I’m throwin' up v's
Know that I’m never alone I’ma slide with my team
I got designer the Balenci’ jeans
Walk in the store, I buy expensive things

Y-y-yuh, going up she on top of me now
Shoot at that nigga, won’t talk on me now
Shoot a nigga, we gon’ see what he ‘bout
We gone slide in that tank right now, oh yuh
Know that my slime in the back and he bringing it out
Yuh, mac 10, know I’m bringing it out
Leave 'em in pain, yuh know they feeling it now
I’ve been in pain, but I’m not feeling at all
I got ADHD pop an adderall
Know I’ma suck on them feet if they pretty toes
I told him drop the lo, he said federal
I just touched an M, need ‘bout a hunnid those
(pass it to 6)

He gone pass it to 6, know we ‘boutta get litty
Niggas dick riding, on god they not wit me
On god these niggas be sissy
On god these niggas be pissy
Don’t play round, I'll put a lil hoe 6 feet
Just to be like me, these niggas be wishing
I pulled up to the M, so I could go fishing
I pulled up to the M now I can't go back
And good luck to them, I just laced they pack
And my bitch said come home to this cat
I been geeked off mushrooms, no cap
My fault, I just fucked you, now I'm gon’ dash
Ain’t shit come between me and my bag
Y-you verse me? So sad
Y-y-you took a L, hold that

What you do wit the drake? Blow that
What I do in her face? Ho that
So you better than me? So cap
Am I better than you? Oh yea
They said that my ego really kinda crazy
I’m in love with flippin’ racks on the daily
Throw that pussy in the fridge, I’m saving
Fuck a superhero, ho I ain’t saving

No, I ain’t saving that bitch
I be mixing that potion, they call me a witch
Mixing that potion, that sprite and that tris
Know I pop out with Givenchy on wrist
I gotta chase the bag, man I gotta get rich
I hit him with hollows, know he twitch and he glitchin’
I got an itchy finger, know that trigger I’m pinchin’
Know if I put on a fit then it’s gon’ be expensive

Told you I'm bouta go hop on this beat
Be in the house, yeah I’m not on the street
Step in the function Margielas on feet
You don't be on none, you say you gon’ hop in that v
I’m in the function, I’m throwin' up v's
Know that I’m never alone I’ma slide with my team
I got designer the Balenci’ jeans
Walk in the store, I buy expensive things

Told you I'm bouta go hop on this beat
Be in the house, yeah I’m not on the street
Step in the function Margielas on feet
You don't be on none, you say you gon’ hop in that v
I’m in the function, I’m throwin' up v's
Know that I’m never alone I’ma slide with my team
I got designer the Balenci’ jeans
Walk in the store, I buy expensive things

expensive things w/ br6hnco (2024)

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