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SHOOT MY SHOT

Shoot My Shot

Mixed by Joey Nato

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Crypt & Joey Nato - BREAK THE NEWS [Bonus Track] (Prod Trunxks)

serotonin highs (feat. Allen Haley)

Finally Happy

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Heart Back

I don't wanna be alone, i just wana be... alone with you, does that make sense?

Prod. Zips x Jesse Jazz

Alone

[lyrics]
Don’t need no love
I just need another swisher, and a couple hunnid bucks
If you run up on me, then this choppa finna buss
I got another hunnid grams, going higher than the sun
I don’t want no dummy bitch, and I could never chase a thot
Oh shit
Countin’ up these chips
Better watch yo back before you turn into a lick
Movin’ with lil’ brodie, said he watchin’ for my 6
And he stuntin’ for the ‘net, he never totin’ any sticks

New coupe, blacked out, this whip is lookin’ ebony
Shorty is a demon, but the head game is heavenly
I could never switch, takin’ out all of the enemies
I’m makin’ me the bread until I’m movin’ out to Beverly
I don’t want your fucking time
If you want me, then just say it, ain’t no point in fucking lying
Got a baddie in the back, shorty been the fuckin’ line
I could never trust a hoe, I don’t care if shorty fine
If you testin’ the gang, I’ma pull up with the .9

Don’t need no love
I just need another swisher, and a couple hunnid bucks
If you run up on me, then this choppa finna buss
I got another hunnid grams, going higher than the sun
I don’t want no dummy bitch, and I could never chase a thot
Oh shit
Countin’ up these chips
Better watch yo back before you turn into a lick
Movin’ with lil’ brodie, said he watchin’ for my 6
And he stuntin’ for the ‘net, he never totin’ any sticks

I been on my fuckin’ grind
Shorty steady on my mind
Countin’ guala, gettin’ dimes
Messing with the gang, mo’fucka finna die
I’m swervin’, hotboxin’, I wanna forget
Lil’ shorty close-minded, but love to spread legs
I’m geekin’ and tweakin’ off all of the meds
Tryna forget, get her out of my head

Don’t need no love
I just need another swisher, and a couple hunnid bucks
If you run up on me, then this choppa finna buss
I got another hunnid grams, going higher than the sun
I don’t want no dummy bitch, and I could never chase a thot
Oh shit
Countin’ up these chips
Better watch yo back before you turn into a lick
Movin’ with lil’ brodie, said he watchin’ for my 6
And he stuntin’ for the ‘net, he never totin’ any sticks

I knew shorty was a thot
She been known around the block
I can’t mention what we’ve done
Duck the feds, we on the run
Why’d you have to be this way
Movin’ on, can’t be the same
Could’ve chose me, but you changed
I ain’t beggin’ you to stay

snowfall* (prod. scrot) [LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION]

AFTERDEATH x BASCO - AKIMBO! (Prod. Xantu)

Good to be back. Much love and enjoy <3 
Up on all platforms!

Blast off

PROD.ACCULBED
ON ALL PLATFORMS
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COVER IS @???

- Follow 666SWISH -
Twitter @666Swish
Instagram @666Swish
soundcloud.com/666SWISH​​
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- Follow ERYXSE -
Instagram @eryxse
soundcloud.com/ery-xse
https://open.spotify.com/artist/6imt6WsSJ4CsmGIynup4wW?si=Y2qEXw2rRCWqD0g_rvHkow&dl_branch=1

- lyrics -
shorty wanting love
cause the bands on blue
got two bad thots
thing 1 thing 2
keep the cat in the hat
and the glock in the true
she a bad lil hoe
but her friends bad too
ima hit it then i dip
get the bag like chips
pockets obese
so the bands don't fit
louis v on the belt
but the pants gon slip
aint trippin on a bitch
but her ex man did

knew he was a hoe
cause he stay on my dick
keep a chop in the whip
right next to the stick
buzzin on a bitch
cause i know im finna hit
she gon hit my line
bumboi type shit
shorty hit my phone like
baby what it do
hope u tell me
cause im tryna come thru
can't fuck w a bitch
if she only bout blue
been known she a thot
n she been through the crew

bitch I pull up park the whip
I cock the slide and up the nine
fuck u talking bout pressing me
grab a pick and get a iron
if its murder we gon
shh shh
who that did the crime
all they do is post pictures
caption @ us all the time
got these bands in the coupe
thang 1 thang 2
bad thot suck dick
and she swallow nut too
keep the fye on deck
but he never pulling through
ima beat a pussy ass
record it
post it on the news
see im always with the action
get to work
then get to clapping
buy my shooters automatic
so they shoot shit like the magic
fuck yo main that bitch is average
all my women super valid
yo lil boyfriend don't want static
burn his crib like sticks to matches
we gon pull up rick ross
now my pockets obese 
if that boy want a feat
he gon needa get a lease
if he say that he kill me
he could show shoot the piece at least
he could show shoot the piece at

shorty wanting love
cause the bands on blue
got two bad thots
thing 1 thing 2
keep the cat in the hat
and the glock in the true
she a bad lil hoe
but her friends bad too
ima hit it then i dip
get the bag like chips
pockets obese
so the bands don't fit
louis v on the belt
but the pants gon slip
aint trippin on a bitch
but her ex man did

666swish x eryxse - thing 1 thing 2

IGNITE + GOODNIGHT

SLiPPiNGiNTODARKNESS! (Prod. by the Alchemist & Hit-Boy)

Miss Me The Same (with Anson Seabra)

Miss Me the Same (with Anson Seabra)

Lyrics


Everyone must be trippin they all say the same thing

They all got the same scheme,They all on the same team

Say I’m a lil troubled I think I’ve remained king 

I look quite amazing 
My voice got the same ring

So what I over indulge 
Losing the popular votes
Habits that might’ve be gross
Mirrored myself after goats

Feelings dead must’ve been ghosts
Edited in after post
Checking the body for pulse 
Mind might’ve altered results

Did I imagine the shit?
Brain cells I killed don’t forget

Bonds I formed gone in a sec
Hands broke on Patek patech

Scene I leave tragic a mess
Tweets bout as sad as it gets 
Whimpered  bout cooling our jets
Texts filled with sadness regret

Missing lil baby vagine 
Ruled under newest regime

Everyone must be trippin they all say the same thing

They all got the same scheme,They all on the same team

Say I’m a lil troubled I think I’ve remained king 

I look quite amazing 
My voice got the same ring

Bitch I’m perfect,Typa nigga you worship
So what got a lil Burfict

Got a lil temper 
Type heat up in November 
2 time repeat offender

Might black out on a bender
Back out and pass out the splendor 

Spazz out and drift Till December 
Hoping that y’all don’t remember 

Gas light the notion 
Poking and prodding provokin
Crying and blaming the potion
Blonde moment frank ocean

How I’m moving slow motion
Girl I need ya de-votion 
slim chance of pro-motion
time movin we frozen
Til I suffer implosion

INSANITY

ROLL THE DICE (Prod. Gesaffelstein)

Potential

I Wouldn't Love Me

Timeless

Jaaxx & Bri-C - UP 

https://open.spotify.com/album/3569UNLyAes0y0SiuvJ6ar?si=9NzrAhwsSx21dfwaWHpbLQ

UP w/ Bri-C

Drowning In My Sins (Prod. Carlos J.P.Z)

"Jacks"  Long island 

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