Name: Inspire by ItzStellar
Duration: 2 min
Description: (p. Vetix1k X Orchid2k X Rochambeaubeats)

LEMME SHOW MY SWAG! (ft. LaDashy)

200 ft Resent!+ (prod. longboystyle x aye.shark)

(p. Vetix1k X Orchid2k X Rochambeaubeats)

Inspire

hey 

run dis up : https://on.soundcloud.com/j93cZKSWdLecyd2B8

Game Over ft ilyreeski , whymyvnus (prod.tayga)

raf simmons prod feburxy

p. AkumaOTB

lyrics:
rubberband rubberband
she knowin that im the man
all them racks get it on demand
and yo boyfriend he a fan
tryna be me but he can't
he cannot
im sending like 32 shots

we sliding right down to yo block
like im che bitch, make him rot
we slide to yo house with them big ass knocks
fuck yo momma yeah that bitch a thot
take that new whip off the lot
got that K, ima let it dump
bitch I got that OVO go let it thump
im sending my shooters told them go to war

straight off of the lot, feel like autumnar
smoking gas like im out on mars
poppin' eddies bitch im popping bars
fuck yo new whip, get a job
hit that blunt now I'm out on mars
fuck his bitch and it's just because

I can,
caught that boy lackin' I caught me a body
like it's Fortnite send him to the lobby,
they was hatin' now they sayin' sorry
I cannot give one fuck
I just wan' get to them bucks
got them racks up in my trunk
smokin' gas like that shit a skunk
on dat beat, bitch im goin dumb

says6ma-

yo bitch wan' fuck n' I told that bitch no
we put that beam to yo throat
she throw that ass back, want me to clap that
we got that splat splat hittin' yo dome
me and my n***** we ruthless
wish I could show yall n***** how I do this
yo bitch call me her lil boo thang

bullets hit his head now he clueless
hop on the beat on some cool shit
we got them choppa's and choppa's beretta's
pull up on yo ass and I feel like obito
I got that bad bitch and she got fat shit
she be like say you almost gave me a heat stroke

[singing]

I'm finna pass this bitch hot potato
we gon' slide with them guns we gon' slide with them halo
she gon' do what i sayso

slatt (ft. says6ma)

OsaMa$on

Lyrics:

It’s all planned out 
Already know how it’s gone pan out
Let’s run it back
Let’s talk about it 
Shawty I’ma pick you up, in the wide body 
Oh you tryna cop that? Ima get it
Ima get you that one way to my city
Oh you tryna cop that? Ima get it
Ima get you that one way to my city
It’s all, Okay

It’s all okay 
It’s all okay
I lied it’s not okay 
I’m spinning off drugs & it’s fucking my head up 
& I’m tryna keep my cool 
I’m tryna keep my cool 
but this shit get hot 
Talk all you want, keep sending me threats
But I swear
if you tried you’d get popped
Swear If you try, you get popped 

I take a lil pic while she sucking my dick, why she talmbout wylin again?
Ion want no Perky, ion want no addy
I’m feeling Za’ today 
It took a minute to get to the hour 
Why this shit bitter sweet? Little bit sour?
Lil shawty a eater
I’m tryna get devoured 
I don’t got pronoun, I only got vowels
But I’m still him, with a little bit of “wow”

I don’t got no pronouns
Only got vowels
But I’m still him, with a little bit of “wow”

Planned out

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah—uh (Let’s go)
Old soul, new goals, we align (woo)
Catch the bassline slide with the gold in my mind—yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m talkin’ leather seats and street parables (uh)
Vinyl crackle, my stories sound tangible (yeah)
OG lingo, my aura mechanical
Blueprints folded neat—moves mathematical (skrrt)
Talk about balance, I learned it from the drought (yeah)
When you runnin’ outta faith, gotta budget what you count (wooh)
Seen fame turn friends into quiet doubt
But I never let the echo tell me what I’m about (nah)
Cuban links on a poetry night (uh)
I might toast with the ghosts who taught me to write (cheers)
Talk slick, lace quotes like satin and spite
Keep the flow tight as grip on a pen in the fight (pow)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Yeah)—now we up, lights flashin’ like the city breathin’ (breathe)
I’m the reason melodies feel like secret meetings (shh)
Diamonds dancin’ slow-mo, but my pain speedin’ (woo)
Heart bleedin’, still gleamin’, this the new season (let’s ride)

[Chorus]
I’m in my lane, can’t fold no more (no way)
Mix that soul with the trap, let it overflow (yeah)
From the vinyl crackle to the 808’s blow (blow)
This that new-age sermon, hallelujah with the glow (glow)
Say (wooh)—I been grindin’ with no disguise (no disguise)
Say (yeah)—tryna heal what I idolize (uh)
From the pain to the profit, we modernize (modernize)
Trap hymn, I baptize the lows, then rise (rise up)

[Verse 2]
Silk words, steel nerves, that’s my dialect (uh-huh)
Ain’t no luck, just grace that the sky reflect (woo)
Every scar’s like art that the world neglect (yeah)
But I turn 'em to design when I interject (pow)
Dice games turnin’ wisdom to anecdotes (roll it)
I been blendin’ Basquiat thoughts with the Grammy notes (yeah)
Street choir singin’ prayers through a cloud of smoke
Hood gospel, the scripture’s in every quote (amen)
See, I studied the legends, applied the modern tone
Polished every cadence like I’m cuttin’ stone (bling)
Talkin’ real respect, not what’s shown on the phone
I built this aura with pain and a metronome (let’s go)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Yeah) Switch lanes, got the vibe in rotation (rotation)
Grew from a spark to a whole foundation (woo)
Now the drums hit harder than temptation (yeah)
I’m the bridge from the past to the new formation (pow)

[Chorus]
I’m in my lane, can’t fold no more (no way)
Mix that soul with the trap, let it overflow (overflow)
From the vinyl crackle to the 808’s blow (blow)
This that new-age sermon, hallelujah with the glow (hallelujah)
Say (wooh)—I been grindin’ with no disguise (yeah)
Say (yeah)—tryna heal what I idolize (uh)
From the pain to the profit, we modernize (modernize)
Trap hymn, I baptize the lows, then rise (rise up)

[Bridge]
(Yeah) Pour a little prayer in the styrofoam (uh)
Mix it with ambition, watch it hit my dome (pow)
Lost love turned lessons, now I’m in that zone (yeah)
When the world too loud, I just hum my own tone (mmm)

[Verse 3]
I’m what happens when time meets intention (uh)
Golden in my grind, that’s divine intervention (yeah)
You can’t mimic hunger, it’s a real dimension
They see peace, I see pressure—different comprehension (wooh)
I talk slick like an uncle at the dice game (yeah)
Wordplay razor sharp, cuttin’ through the bright flame (pow)
Tory in the hook, but I write pain (uh)
Old school mind, in a new lane—(say my name)

[Pre-Chorus]
Now we up, lights flashin’ like the city breathin’ (breathe)
I’m the reason melodies feel like secret meetings (uh)
Diamonds dancin’ slow-mo, but my pain speedin’ (yeah)
Heart bleedin’, still gleamin’, this the new season (let’s ride)

[Chorus]
...

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah—blend the old with the gold (uh)
Trap hymn, sermon flow, I was told—(woo)
“Keep your soul where the bass can’t fold.”
Yeah… (fade out slow)

Vinyl Crackle [Prod. PMO Music]

Grabado por Froray Diez Lagos
Escrito e interpretado por vichito cazuela aka nehu333

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