funny story about this cover i had it done a while ago but then realized that the last owner of my guitar had the pickups wired backwards so when i first recorded it all the rhythm parts were done on the neck pickup. anyways it gave me a chance to try out archetype nolly by neural dsp, all other guitar tones were the toneforge misha mansoor amp sim and the bass amp sim was bassforge. drums by ggd modern and massive and i used my jackson ht-7 and ltd bass

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Red Wine Supernova

La Diabla

PSYCHWARD SYMPHONY

why tf you talkin? 🤷‍♂️

Lyrics:
Why the fuck you talkin' when your girl inside my whip
Shawty getting way too crazy, with the way she move her hips
She gon’ drop it for the bag, she gon’ drop it on the low
All the competition coming for me, that’s just how I roll
Get to stashin all these hundreds on the day I fucking drop
Imma stack it to the ceiling, till the end I cannot stop
Lockin in for all my brothers, lock it in for all my dreams
Ain't nobody on my level, I just do as I please

Like what, I got em’ watching like some fans
They think they can close the gap between us, y’all don’t understand
All the sacrifices that I made, for these numbers
Kinda stupid how much I got paid, for those sleepless nights
Money, power, fame, that’s all I need
Fuck you bitches, and your games, can’t trust nobody
So I’m riding all alone, just me myself
I’m chillin’ with this blown out phone, cause you know that

It’s a hundred to the top, making money never stop
Shawty bad, why you mad, keep that metal like a cop
Got an uzi in my pocket, you can see the way I rock
Why she saying that she hate me, then she jumping on my cock
Smoking gas, smoke that shit up quick
I got a loaded .44 up on my side like I’m rick
Yeah all this money that I’m making turned me into a prick
She got a pretty face, and shawty got that ass, yeah it thick
You wanna fuck with me, I’ll fill yo ass up with lead
I’m smoking tree, roll the backwood, counting my bread
And she be double texting, now she calling, girl we ain’t friends
Don’t let me catch you slipping, Imma leave you laying in red
I got a red dot, smoke pot, made too many bands
Private jet to your city, yeah my presence in demand
Got some diamonds on my rings, got some ice up on my hands
Hit the dash, I don’t crash, whip imported from Japan, like

Why the fuck you talkin' when your girl inside my whip
Shawty getting way too crazy, with the way she move her hips
She gon’ drop it for the bag, she gon’ drop it on the low
All the competition coming for me, that’s just how I roll
Get to stashin all these hundreds on the day I fucking drop
Imma stack it to the ceiling, till the end I cannot stop
Lockin in for all my brothers, lock it in for all my dreams
Ain't nobody on my level, I just do as I please

Cause like why the fuck you talkin' when your girl inside my whip
Shawty getting way too crazy, with the way she move her hips
She gon’ drop it for the bag, she gon’ drop it on the low
All the competition coming for me, that’s just how I roll
Get to stashin all these hundreds on the day I fucking drop
Imma stack it to the ceiling, till the end I cannot stop
Lockin in for all my brothers, lock it in for all my dreams
Ain't nobody on my level, I just do as I please

TO THE TOP (ft. ⭒ nova ⭒ )

A Bar Song (Tipsy)

SLIPPIN UP

FREE DOWNLOAD: https://hypeddit.com/barts/victorylap

Had a sick time making this one with my boy ShortRound, hope you all mess with it!

cc: @shortroundd

FREE DL

Fred again.. x Skepta - Victory Lap (BARTS x ShortRound Remix)

POUR A GLASS

Real Quick (feat. Juicy J, Gucci Mane & Method Man)

Dark Knight

[lyrics]
Nowadays everybody wanna copy and paste
While I lay in my grave and I turn into waste
They all claim that they bass
Claim they ain't fake
Claim they got cake
And they claim they got weight
A bunch of fuckboy traits and you're just another clone
Way back in the day I would catch you alone
Kick doors off the hinges
While I break in your home
Put that chrome to your dome while I break all your bones
I ain't playing little bitch
Candle sticks slow burn watch that clock go tick
Sick lunatic from the pit better known as $lick, hoe


[Verse 3: Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard]
$now leopard in the desert
Bitch, I'm never gon' feel better
Spare wings, got the four [?]
But I'm never gotta shine, bitch I'm from the NO
Broke as I choke, I ain't never gonna sell my soul for the life with the hoe
See their eyes ever glows
Hypnotize, breaking O's
$uicide, have a go
Keep it on the fucking down low
Keep your crown of gold, bitch, I got that crown of bones
That I'm collecting from the motherfuckers rappin' 'bout the pound of blow
Blow a pound of dro, light that blunt from the five
[?], hoe knockin' on my door
But I keep that bitch shut
Fuckboys in the cuts

SUICIDEBOYS MAKE YOUR OWN WAY

MAKE YOUR OWN WAY

i was born in a cabin in the woods in a hole at the bottom of the sea

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jesse james

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