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Day$okee - Z (prod. SPLXTSTXCS)

Written in smoke

Day$okee- written in smoke (prod. dentist) [Lyric video on youtube]

F*CK YOU!

Day$okee- F*CK YOU! (prod.  SXNJSS)

Batman! (prod. splxtstxcs)

He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting

He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting

Gotta strap in the back with Glock an attach
And I run wit yo bitch I be blowing the back
Gotta AR attach I be holding it back
And I'm back from the trap where I rap and I crap
And I smoke on a dab no mid or wack
Gone count my chips and count my racks
From the back I clap bounce back if that
And you don't want the smoke I could promise you that

Ima spaz on the track we gone get that bag
No cap big stack like a big big bad
No clips at the pad we gone click clack back
No bag just racks and bands bands

Bands Bands
50 on your block bro
Holo with the dot
And a pussy what I'm not hoe
Talk all that talk when you can't even walk tho
Might need a mop clean ops out the blocko

Goner a Walmart gay machine gun kelly
How you a shrimp and you still got a belly
Talk like a brit on the televised tele
Claiming you tough but Evan bitch really

Adios my nigga time to say bye
Your boy is dead in a ditch in Dubai
Wait to pull straps cause I like to win fights
Without my holos but after I might

Pull out the gat put a hole in his head
Bitch you a mat with the way that I step
Skin to the bone and ill eat what is left
Spit that shit out cause you bitch in the flesh

He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting
He a dead man walking
Choppas get you chopping
Always packin' metal if a nigga keep on talking
I'll put you in a coffin
Leave you with no conscious
Smoking on yo pack and leave yo body in there rotting

DEADMAN WALKiN

Day$okee- DEADMAN WALKiN feat pranav.wav (prod. bumboi)

Drift City! (prod. killheen)

Heart of Bullets! (prod. hellamase)

Day$okee- DEADMAN WALKiN feat Pranav.Wav (prod Bumboi)

DAY$OKEE X NIGHTSXRA- POMPEII

prod. me & bw

[ZQNNEX]
Shorty want the hunnids, ‘cuz you know we speakin’ Guapanese
Lil’ bitch she walkin’ out, she said that she tryna pull up with me
I’ll carry like Mariah, glocky singing like it’s Jodeci
You talkin’ hella crazy, nigga better watch your tone with me
Test me, big chop, put him in a grave
Let me drop a hunnid’ shots at where he stay
Bad ass bitch, shorty walk with hella cake
And we more than average, hit a nigga with the K

[LORD DISTORTION]
Sprint for the bands like that shit is the end zone
She sliding through, I get fucked out the friend zone
I'm feeling good, like I'm off of them benzos
Grinding on my meat, she rubbing on it like some hand soap
Told that pussy boy he better watch it with the insults
I ain't gonna stop until this watch is full of crystals
I be getting up, I'm finna profit off its fiscals
All these little biters tryna copy off off these big balls
Everywhere I go, I steady turn into a target
Block a couple bitches, ion care, I'm feeling heartless
Feed 'em to the birds, yeah we gon' turn 'em to a carcass
You stepping outta line, you better learn to play your part, bitch
Drinks in the air, I'ma chug till I black out
Hoe on the line, wanna fuck 'till her back out
You is some bitches, some stones to a glass house
V.I.P circle, we throwing the trash out

[ZQNNEX]
Shorty hella bad, she sippin’ on Piña Colada
Bitch we go and flash a band, just like a nigga won the lotto'
Got a bad ass bitch with the body like Mulatto
Nigga talkin’ on my name, we spin his blocka, full throttle
Big knocka
I’ll hit the bitch once then I’ll block her
Bitch stop it
Don’t ever take my shit and call me toxic
Got a rocket
I’ll up at anybody that is talkin’
No option
I gotta make a milli’, ain’t no stoppin’

Shorty want the hunnids, ‘cuz you know we speakin’ Guapanese
Lil’ bitch she walkin’ out, she said that she tryna pull up with me
I’ll carry like Mariah, glocky singing like it’s Jodeci
You talkin’ hella crazy, nigga better watch your tone with me
Test me, big chop, put him in a grave
Let me drop a hunnid’ shots at where he stay
Bad ass bitch, shorty walk with hella cake
And we more than average, hit a nigga with the K

JODECI (w/ Lord Distortion) *LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION*

[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]

prod. me & secret
lyrics:
[ZQNNEX]
One shot, knock a nigga out his poncho
Two shots, off the migos, but she want more
3 glocks for a nigga if he want smoke
Shorty do her dance, she gettin' nasty at the spot, though
He want the smoke, we turn his whip into a hotbox
Niggas know we never put the knock into a lockbox
How you talkin’ shit, but also let yo bitch get knocked up
Brodie off the 10, and now a nigga finna drop sum

Nigga took a shot to his arm like he got Covid
Fuck around, just hit me up and tell me what’s the motive
Shorty throwin’ ass, she goin’ loco with the motion
Stopped trustin’ niggas since I was an adolescent
Hit him with a mac-11
Drop the act, and fuckin’ step in
Man, your bank lookin’ depressing
Guess it’s time to get the message
Hit the nigga with the stick, and then we send him to his deathbed
Bitch let’s get into it, thought you really was the best in

One shot, knock a nigga out his poncho
Two shots, off the migos, but she want more
3 glocks for a nigga if he want smoke
Shorty do her dance, she gettin' nasty at the spot, though
He want the smoke, we turn his whip into a hotbox
Niggas know we never put the knock into a lockbox
How you talkin’ shit, but also let yo bitch get knocked up
Brodie off the 10, and now a nigga finna drop sum

Take the .40 and we send him to oblivion
Niggas always workin’, bitch I’m gettin’ to the millions
Shorty is a thottie, she gon’ fuck because I’m killin’ it
Drop another body, get to movin’, bitch we whippin’ it
I’ll hit him with the choppa
Get mixed up with the grabba
She say “we wrong for that” but that’s what happens to a talker
I hit it then I block her
Lil’ nigga there’s no option
Lil’ bitch I run it up with 40 hollows, ain’t no stoppin’

One shot, knock a nigga out his poncho
Two shots, off the migos, but she want more
3 glocks for a nigga if he want smoke
Shorty do her dance, she gettin' nasty at the spot, though
He want the smoke, we turn his whip into a hotbox
Niggas know we never put the knock into a lockbox
How you talkin’ shit, but also let yo bitch get knocked up
Brodie off the 10, and now a nigga finna drop sum (aye, aye, aye)

[MAKEOUTCY]
Fuck we gonna jump, we got the money in the locker
Get the bag we get the guala 
Ain’t no bitch gon’ hit with choppas
Run the clique, we hit with lasers
We be spraying to your head
I ain’t fuckin’ wit no opps, leave ‘em dead, drowned in lead
We gon ride with all the shootas, we gon get up to the bread
40 Hollows getting noticed
Fuck the net 
All the tech
We gon shoot with the scope, got a marker on your neck
I'ma pull up like a trigger, got you up in distress
Fuck the poncho on your shoulders, I’m gon’ swipe, call it finesse
Bitch you playin’ with no guidance, gon’ get left feelin’ pressed
Get that 5, drop top, with an AK to your chest
Fuck the money, got a bag, checkmate like some chess
Brodie wildin’ with a bitch, drop that hoe, she oppressed
With a .30 on his hip, he act gang, bitch caress
We gon’ minus, when we aim up he confess
He talk a lot of smack, we gon’ walk to regress

[ZQNNEX]
One shot, knock a nigga out his poncho
Two shots, off the migos, but she want more
3 glocks for a nigga if he want smoke
Shorty do her dance, she get nasty at the spot, though
He want the smoke, we turn his whip into a hotbox
Niggas know we never put the knock into a lockbox
How you talkin’ shit, but also let yo bitch get knocked up
Brodie off the 10, and now a nigga finna drop sum

PONCHO (ft. makeoutcy)

FUCK IT! (prod. dxnilukx)

Faster! (prod. black lion)

luvly (cyfal x imtoofuego)

trippin feat. eryxse (prod. cyfal)

go check out @SLEVPY808 (@slevpy) 


lyrics:
(Slevpy)
M-M-Money, and I know you want fame
Yo bitch do the same
And yo bitch do the same
And I’m bringing money
and I know you want fame
Yo bitch do the same
And yo bitch do the same
And I’m bringing money

Fucked up and your so bad
I ask where you been at
You dont want me to mad
You lie so easy, that shit so sad

And as far as I can see
Money dont grow on trees
Girl fame is all you want
Girl, fame is just not me

I’ve been waiting and searching for to long
And I got purpose and you just lead me on
And I don’t want for, for you to do me wrong and
You want that money and fame
I just want money girl we’re not the same

M-M-Money, and I know you want fame
Yo bitch do the same
And yo bitch do the same
And I’m bringing money
and I know you want fame
Yo bitch do the same
And yo bitch do the same
And I’m bringing money 

(YungDrape)
You you, you want money and fame
 oh I don't want the same 
you said to keep it simple paranoia in my brain
I don't know if I should fall 
not like I'm losing it all
 I keep ignoring the calls
 I got bread up all on my walls
 I just don't want to lose it right now
 I don't want to know what it's all about 
What it's all about 
What it's all about

(Slevpy)
M-M-Money, and I know you want fame
Yo bitch do the same
And yo bitch do the same
And I’m bringing money
and I know you want fame
Yo bitch do the same
And yo bitch do the same
And I’m bringing money

SLEVPY808: Money & Fame ft.YungDrape [REMIX]

cheesin’ (w/ eryxse)

Fadeaway Ft. 637godwin, Brandon ThaKidd & DIRTYXAN (prod. rioleyva)

carleen (OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS)

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Jacob Derer