“i got mushrooms wrapped in sour patch kids” still flex

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lyrics:

One-thirty on the dash, bitch I need a quicker whip
If I fuckin' crash, then I finally got my wish
Wipe off all the blood and then I'm back up on my shit
I don't feel the pain, 'cause I be higher than a bitch
One-thirty on the dash, bitch I need a quicker whip
If I fuckin' crash, then I finally got my wish
Wipe off all the blood and then I'm back up on my shit
I don't feel the pain, 'cause I be higher than a bitch

Aye, I be walking with a limp
Ain't it funny how you hate, but I'm still talking' with a lisp
The way I kill it, they can't stand, Stephen Hawking with my bitch
Homie talking online, now I'm stalking on a bitch
Got 'em crying on the floor
Told his ass that he can't get it, now he crying like a whore
How that paranoia feel? Got 'em spying on the door
Right as I fuckin' pop, best bet I'm going on tour

One-thirty on the dash, bitch I need a quicker whip
If I fuckin' crash, then I finally got my wish
Wipe off all the blood and then I'm back up on my shit
I don't feel the pain, 'cause I be higher than a bitch

One-thirty on the dash, bitch I need a quicker whip
If I fuckin' crash, then I finally got my wish
Wipe off all the blood and then I'm back up on my shit
I don't feel the pain, 'cause I be higher than a bitch

written & recorded by jacuh
produced by BUMPIN
mixed by Adrian Stresow
mastered by LANDR

HIGHERTHANABITCH*

Hedonism, new religion, all this shit turn to ash

Clout Demon (prod. SPYNYN)

bitch, wtf?

be my friend on kik @jacuhx
..that was a joke
pls dont try to hmu on kik

LYRICS:
White kid, black fit

White kid, black fit, always been a sad boy
My bitch, bad pitch, front and from the back, boy
My shit, tapped in, what the fuck is that noise?
Bitch, what the fuck?
White kid, black fit, always been a sad boy
My bitch, bad pitch, front and from the back, boy
My shit, tapped in, what the fuck is that noise?
Bitch, what the fuck?

Roll up a gram when I feel myself gettin' arrogant
My producer know me better than my therapist
I don't got that pussy shit up in my heritage
While you cap 'bout that gang shit, I'm not gone dare pretend
Know some people that'd kill me in a second
You know some people that be flexin' fake weapons
I'm not gone tell you that I came up out the trenches
But I sure as Hell ain't come up outta Heaven
Who the fuck, is this chick, in my phone?
You a cunt, you a bitch, you a hoe
I been cuffed, for a bit, and that's known
Try your luck, smokin' dick, I'm smokin' dro
You hear them 808s thumpin'?
My producer make so many hits, we call him BMPN
Need a plug for Robitussin
I don't sip no syrup, but lately fiendin' for somethin'

White kid, black fit, always been a sad boy
My bitch, bad pitch, front and from the back, boy
My shit, tapped in, what the fuck is that noise?
Bitch, what the fuck?
White kid, black fit, always been a sad boy
My bitch, bad pitch, front and from the back, boy
My shit, tapped in, what the fuck is that noise?
Bitch, what the fuck?

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lyrics written & recorded by jacuh
beat produced by BMPN
vocals mixed by jacuh
mastered by LANDR

A Chord & A Plant (prod. haveabadday)

i actually don't got a lot
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LYRICS:
I got this shit, I got sad shit
I got everything that you could ever ask, bitch
I got good shit, and I'm bad shit
I got people tryna take me from my passion
It ain't nothin'
It ain't nothin', it ain't nothin', it ain't nothin'
It ain't nothin'
It ain't nothin', it ain't nothin', it ain't nothin'

I got this shit, I got sad shit
I got mushrooms, wrapped in Sour Patch Kids
I got fake accounts to tell me where you at, bitch
Although I know I shouldn't speak on that shit
Shop at Goodwill, but got bad will
Off the script, homie, I don't get the bad pills
Wanted to go out, but I'm at the pad still
I'd rather be workin' than be at thrills
Thought he was a homie tryna make some music, but
Really he a bitch, tryna take my blueprints, I
Never gave a fuck 'bout the aches and bruises, 'cause
That ain't shit to the things I'm doin', you
Wanna pull up, better have acoustics, or
If not, then you better have my blue strips, bitch
I don't got the time to be fuckin' useless
Just 'cause you do, we ain't pick and choosin'

I got this shit, I got sad shit
I got everything that you could never have, bitch
I got good licks, I got bad licks
I got everything, and you ain't got a mask bitch
It ain't nothin'
It ain't nothin', it ain't nothin', it ain't nothin'
It ain't nothin'
It ain't nothin', it ain't nothin', it ain't nothin'

Let me get my levels, let me get my fucking levels
When I'm in my head, I turn a demon, I'm the Devil
When I pop off, give a fuck 'bout a bezel
I'm just tryna make new tunes with my treble
Heard you got a few new goons, oh it's trouble
Ain't nobody move in the room, when you settle
Homie tryna hit a few moons with a pebble
Mournin' in the corner, but I'm about to go metal
They told me to do my shit
So here I am, hi bitch
I been cuttin' off the wires, fuck a light switch
Now I'm in your house, with some pliers and a ice pick
Oh, did he just say ice pick?
Yes I did, bitch, get off my dick
I got a lot, but won't ever have a side bitch
'Less we countin' hook-ups, 'cause I really, really like

I like dick

I got this shit, I got sad shit
I got everything that you could ever ask, bitch
I got good shit, and I'm bad shit
I got people tryna take me from my passion
It ain't nothin'
It ain't nothin', it ain't nothin', it ain't nothin'
It ain't nothin'
It ain't nothin', it ain't nothin', it ain't nothin'

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lyrics written & recorded by jacuh
beat produced by BMPN
vocals mixed by Scott Searles
mastered by LANDR

i got

EGO ~ Cowboy Zeenie

.. that didn't last very long

LYRICS:
What the fuck did you expect?
I ain't hangin' with the homies, got a noose around my neck
Got a pretty Instagram to make you think that I'm up next
But I ain't next, I'm just tryna get my overdue respect

I don't smoke
I don't smoke anymore
I been really in my head
'Cause the marijuana store
I don't smoke
I don't smoke anymore
I'm tryna get my life together, homie, I don't smoke no more

I'm hopin', like, I'm gonna try my best

I don't smoke
But if you want it, you can get it
Give me three minutes, he'll be beggin' for his bitches
You must be trippin' tryna ask me for a snippet
I don't send a snippet 'less you gone send me the riches
Nineteen years old with a salary
But that don't matter G, come and peep my gallery
I don't rap about how I be catching casualties
I rap about how I'll kick your ass, not so casually

Uh, yeah

I don't smoke
I don't smoke anymore
I been really in my head
'Cause the marijuana store
I don't smoke
I don't smoke anymore
I'm tryna get my life together, homie, I don't smoke no more
I don't smoke
I don't smoke
I don't smoke
I don't smoke anymore

At least for right now, I don't know though we'll see

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lyrics written & recorded by jacuh
beat produced by Looperman
mixed by Scott Searles
mastered by LANDR

IDONTSMOKE*

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EP CREDITS:
lyrics written & recorded by jacuh
beats produced by jacuh, BMPN
mixing by Scott Searles
mastering by LANDR

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