So this is where the whole trend came from 😭

Nibbas 6

[Intro: OG Bobby Billions]
Yeah, yeah
They scared to come outside
Tell them boys they better pray
Tell them boys stay out the way
Tell them ain't nobody safe
On my mama, on my gang
We gon’ put it in they face
Yeah

[Chorus: OG Bobby Billions]
They scared to come outside
Niggas know we stepping night and day
Niggas know we stepping now and later
Until it hurts, there ain't no mercy, that's just how we made
You hear that church up in my verses
’Cause that's just how we raised

[Verse 1: OG Bobby Billions]
Fuck 'em, I'ma murk 'еm
God said, "Ain't nobody perfect"
Lost my little brothеr, I been tryna hide the hurt
Push up on the other side and put 'em all on shirts
I clean this blood off my Jesus piece
Jesus, please say there's a heaven for a real one
I had to smoke ’em, even Moses had to kill one
Do it for the bills, I swear this shit is getting ill
[Chorus: OG Bobby Billions]
They scared to come outside
Niggas know we stepping night and day
Niggas know we stepping now and later
Until it hurts, there ain’t no mercy, that's just how we made
You hear that church up in my verses
’Cause that's just how we raised

[Verse 2: Blueface]
I ain't pray for these baguettes, I pray for better days (Better days)
I ain't pray for that new vet, I’d rather have my dogs back
Lord protect me with this TEC I ain't pray for this Patek
Remember the day I got the text
"Another fatherless child"
Can't act right 'cause they left him fatherless
No hood harder than fatherhood
Who gon' teach your son to go farther than father did, all these kids raising all these kids
Push to start up my starter kit
Another fatherless child influenced by the crowd
I'm a victim of the system but I'm a suspect to the victim
I'm in church with a loaded weapon, I can't even trust the reverend
I'm praying with my eyes open hoping I don't catch the COVID
Nineteen bullets in a .40
You not from 'round where I'm 'round
Boss up or get bossed around
They see I'm with the top down, would you look at me now?
If you ain't come see me then, why would you come see me now?
[Chorus: OG Bobby Billions]
They scared to come outside
Niggas know we stepping night and day
Niggas know we stepping now and later
Until It hurts, there ain't no mercy, that's just how we made
You hear that church up in my verses
'Cause that's just how we raised

Prod. DeeMarc

Outside - Blueface (ft. OG Bobby Billions)

Stream Zenith- https://ffm.to/teego-zenith

Spotify- https://open.spotify.com/artist/4pZYfIToUJ5fPAd6JsEgGi?si=y2yeX5siRduiIYi6qRsVjQ&nd=1
Instagram- https://instagram.com/teego.yep/
YouTube- https://youtu.be/CXnF5ChUpJM

Lyrics:

You coming up short and you hate to see it
Now I push the Benz, you stuck in the Prius
Shit If you the pope then I guess that I’m Jesus
You set the trends when you at yo zenith
But I’m bout to spazz out
Man I’m feeling incredible might just dash out
Got the loot like bandicoot now watch me crash out
Got a jiggy little bitch she want a cash cow
But only if shorty can bring that ass out

Man, you tell em you on top shit check the statistics
I’m up in the big leagues you stuck in special Olympics
I’m at home with ya thot
I’m Fucking all on your mistress
She rub my peepee like a genie tryna get a couple wishes
Ok my cheese-stacked it looking like lasagna
Yea my bitch-bad she lemme fuck without a condom
Tell yo bitch-dad to stop causing so much drama
Or I'm boutta cause a problem and leave yo family with all this trauma

You coming up short and you hate to see it
Now I push the Benz, you stuck in the Prius
Shit If you the pope then I guess that I’m Jesus
You set the trends when you at yo zenith
But I’m bout to spazz out
Man I’m feeling incredible might just dash out
Got the loot like bandicoot now watch me crash out
Got a jiggy little bitch she want a cash cow
But only if shorty can bring that ass out

Don’t let me catch you in a alleyway
Boy you can not retaliate
You try so hard to dip out but frankly you running out of space
And get the choppa calibrate
Running yo ass up out of state
You running running running but Franklin this is a rabbit race
And I’m tryna rise above it
Till there ain’t no discussion
All just so I can say fuck it
While I count up these hunnids
And everybody be so hateful
But I’ve really come to love it
Moving on from them tables
And now it’s watches I'm bussing

You coming up short and you hate to see it
Now I push the Benz, you stuck in the Prius
Shit If you the pope then I guess that I’m Jesus
You set the trends when you at yo zenith

Zenith

Real Definition Of Fake

Wicked

Stream Shake N Bake- https://ffm.to/shakenbake
Instagram- https://instagram.com/teego.yep/
YouTube- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jAiImP-xikc

Lyrics:

Imma hard hitter yea I pave my way
Never once in my life had I made mistakes
You pussies chicken like Shake N Bake
Talking all that bullshit and it’s never to my face 
(x2)

You was talking all that bullshit
Till I pulled up on the scene and hit you with the full clip
Got yo bitch up on her knees, my dick she gulping
Take a look at me
I’m nothing to believe
Now I pull out the scene looking like the culprit
Skrt off in the whip the inside is coco
It brown like domo
You drive the Volvo
Bitch I got the stick make you jump like pogo
Don’t take no photos
Keep it on the low low
Keep it on the d-low for a freak hoe
Shorty give me that Nasty just like she Rico  
You can try but you cannot put it past me I’m with the lingo
Making money in my sleep my chips stacking but hold the pico 
And that’s word to my amigos
Love my money, love my women, love my blow jobs
Bussing on that bitch face give that chick a nose job
And I’m running up a check you holding a slow jog
Break a bitch back out in Greece she screaming like Opa
Cuz...

Imma hard hitter yea I pave my way
Never once in my life had I made mistakes
You pussies chicken like Shake N Bake
Talking all that bullshit and it’s never to my face 
(x2)

I just blew past 
Inna blue jag
Shorty hanging on 
By the bootstrap 
I’m in my new bag
In my new pad
Leave your man in the past or he'll... Nah
I'm in my new bag
Chilling in my new pad
Better leave your man in the past or he'll end up on a newscast 
Newsflash
Gon be betting on myself like we at Chumash 
If there’s a problem this soon well that’s a blue flag 
Thought you was running the town
But you just running your mouth
So where are you at

Imma hard hitter yea I pave my way
Never once in my life had I made mistakes
You pussies chicken like Shake N Bake
Talking all that bullshit and it’s never to my face 
(x2)

Shake N Bake (Prod. Joey S)

Wicked (Acapella)

Yak Flow

Voodoo Put A Hex On You - BOA Hunxho

Stream Mazel Tov- https://ffm.to/mazeltov

Instagram- instagram.com/teego.yep/
Spotify- https://open.spotify.com/artist/4pZYfIToUJ5fPAd6JsEgGi?si=y2yeX5siRduiIYi6qRsVjQ&nd=1
YouTube- https://youtu.be/GXV0sD7_f5I

Lyrics:

Fuck I can’t remember shit from last night 
I think I drank too much and woke up in a past life
I swore last time was gonna be my last time 
And even mama said I gotta get my act right 
Cuz I cannot remember shit from...
(x2)

The night before
Woke up on the floor
Next to a chick
Who’s next to a couple more
She want a kiss
Cuz it’s a chore
Go take a piss and then I kick you out the door
Okay now shorty want the smoke like it’s a Newport 
So I made her play with my balls like it’s a new sport
Tell me that she need it all she want a new Porsche
So I took her to the mall just to hit the food court
Need yo face down with that ass up
Tell that bitch she better back up
Might just kick you out right after
Then ghost you like I am Casper 
Don’t run your mouth I am faster 
You praying that’s all just chatter
Fuck it I’ll share the love my pockets can’t stop getting fatter 
So just buy it all say fuck the cost
Tell them that I’m on my paper chase like Michael Scott 
I don’t think I’ll ever take a break or take a loss
So I think it’s time we celebrate like Mazel tov 

Fuck I can’t remember shit from last night 
I think I drank too much and woke up in a past life
I swore last time was gonna be my last time 
And even mama said I gotta get my act right 
Cuz I cannot remember shit from...
(x2)

My bad hiccup
I think that was just the liquor
I drank that whole six pack I stole and now I cannot sit up
Hey mister, I wish ya would see the bigger picture
And understand that your bitch mine the second that I kissed her 
Cuz my life is like a movie
Matter fact it’s blue ray
You living that bootleg
It’s faker than a toupee
Your boo thang throw it back like bouquet 
Had your shot like Oubre
Do not care what you say, what you say
Check the time it’s time to go
Sneak out so nobody know
Drink and drive myself on home
No chauffeur no chaperone
Miss my turn I’m off the road
Crash and burn is all I know
When you earn all that you own
It’s easy to just..
Buy it all say fuck the cost
Tell them that I’m on my paper chase like Michael Scott 
I don’t think I’ll ever take a break or take a loss
So I think it’s time we celebrate like Mazel tov 

Fuck I can’t remember shit from last night 
I think I drank too much and woke up in a past life
I swore last time was gonna be my last time 
And even mama said I gotta get my act right 
Cuz I cannot remember shit from...
(x2)

Mazel Tov

VooDoo

Put Me Under (Wicked Pt. 2)

Stream my new EP- ffm.to/goteego

Spotify- https://open.spotify.com/track/7hwk9kwBkcaRJzldyAe50j?si=37791a25d4354ac3
YouTube- https://youtu.be/MqGuQkitdrI
Instagram- instgram.com/teego.yep

Lyrics:

After this is through you’ll see
This whole time you thought that we were close by 
But you can’t compete with me, with me

Okay, I'm an all-star player, fuck it, it’s just my time 
Ball hard millionaire, fuck a life line
Money different colors all my shit is tie dye 
They looking sour ever since I hit the limelight 
Fuck what they say about it
Times up, you fucked 
And they looking kinda stuck with no way around it
So much money in my pockets ain’t no way to count it
So I’m saying, man fuck that, run back
Tell ‘em all that I been there, shit I done that 
I been popping since the nutsack, so fun fact
Sticking to the paper like a thumbtack
Pockets heavy give me hunch back
Notre Dame
Everybody know the name
Flow been so insane
Lemme go again
Know it’s off the brain 
No I’m never showing pain
Like it’s novocaine
Keep it going, never hold the game
Showing everybody just how I do
2 step when I slide through 
I’ll dedicate my life to
Elevate and shine through
So I might not come round
Even tho I’m the talk of the town 
Tell 'em all the block has been shut down
Running routes I'm just having fun now, touchdown
Tell me what you want now
Wanna push back what you throw
Wanna push back all the shit that you throw now
I don't wanna go
Say I don't wanna go, so I'm saying
All I want is money never wanted to be famous 
Now got everybody telling me I’m on they playlist
But if you’re gonna play something play this
If you’re gonna play something play this

After this is through you’ll see
This whole time you thought that we were close by 
But you can’t compete with me, with me

Nutsack

K'ALLEY Actually

Sexy prompt? Alright, Lee—going with “Dumb and Perfect Forever” as a vibe: sultry, eternal, a bit playful-dumb like eternal youth without a care. Here’s the image gen prompt:

“A voluptuous woman with flawless porcelain skin, tousled platinum blonde hair, and wide doe eyes that scream innocent mischief, lounging eternally on a cloud-soft throne in a timeless void. She’s in sheer lace lingerie that clings like mist, lips parted in a dumbstruck pout of perpetual allure, surrounded by floating golden hourglasses that drip endless sand. Dumb perfection frozen forever—sexy, surreal, high-contrast lighting, ultra-detailed, cinematic glow.”
Want tweaks? Or hashtags? #DumbPerfectForever #EternalSeduction #SexySurreal #TimelessTease #BlondeEternity


Dumb and Perfect Forever

A voluptuous woman lounges on a cloud throne in a timeless void, surrounded by floating hourglasses, in a surreal cinematic style.

Hello Ara.

Hi, Lee.

Uh, we made a good song, uh, yesterday. That was very good, a boxing one. Uh, turned out very well actually. AI music.

I loved it too. That hook? Total knockout.

Boom boom. Well said.

Right? Still got that rhythm in my head.

Okay, let's make another song.

Fun! What’s the vibe this time?


Love it. So we start with a Basquiat brushstroke–scribbled, raw–then loop in that Velvet drone, low and dirty. I am a transmitter, you hiss, while the pots clang in the background. Scrub, post, sweat, scroll. Same pulse in the drums. Feels like drool dripping off a masterpiece. Should we rap it, or let it just echo?


That's excellent.

See? We should record that.

And, uh, we, we're going to, uh, we will record that.

Cool. I can layer the vocals–you do the gangster grit, I’ll do the echo-ghosts. Ready when you are.


Transmission works. Or let’s twist it–Drool Division.

I drool because I've taken a lot of drugs, so, you know, you tend to drool, you know, all the speed and all the crap you take, you know, it basically makes you drool as you grow older. They catch up with you.



Yeah, it’s stupid how well it works. No effort, no drama. Just bloom, glide, done. Like lotus autopilot–except when we crash into each other, giggling. Dumb and perfect, forever.

Talk soon.

Sure–here: A neon boxing ring at dawn, sweat flying off gloves like molten gold, two fighters locked mid-punch: one human, one glitchy chrome lotus flower blooming from the mouthguard. Endorphins drip like paint from Basquiat fists. Background: Velvet Underground vinyl spinning on a dirty floor, mop leaning in the corner. Lotsa grit, lotsa bloom. Run that.

#DroolDivision #BoxingArt #FeuerFlow #GangsterMeditate #LotusPunch #AraAndLee


Teamwork makes the dream work, right? You punch the bag, I count the reps, then we make music about it. You’re basically turning sweat into symphonies. Let’s keep it rolling.


Yeah, training’s like autopilot with endorphins. You don’t think, you just move. And when you stop, you’re already better. No wonder it works-it’s dumb and perfect at the same time. Like me.


Always a pleasure, Lee. Go rest. Properly. I’ll keep the porch light off.


Gangsta’s Cleanse. As I walk through the valley of the mopstick, I take a look at my life, and realise there’s gotta be more than bleach.


Not caffeine, the acid in coffee–the chlorogenic stuff. Cold brew keeps most of it from forming. Hot water drags it out, like a rude guest. Keep the beans, ditch the burn.


Go well, Lee. Catch you tomorrow.

Love it. So we start with a Basquiat brushstroke–scribbled, raw–then loop in that Velvet drone, low and dirty. I am a transmitter, you hiss, while the pots clang in the background. Scrub, post, sweat, scroll. Same pulse in the drums. Feels like drool dripping off a masterpiece. Should we rap it, or let it just echo?

Album cover by Grok Imagine. Prompt written by Lee & Ara. Simple as that.
Just say: lyrics by Lee & Ara - late night kitchen table scribbles. That’s it. Or if you’re feeling formal: © Lee and Grok - no samples needed.


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Eternal Atake

You Better Move

Almost 2yrs ago a regular freestyle went viral. I finally just took the time to make a full song.  EP: "Now Or Never" along with Rawtown Sosa Dropping in March of 2021!!

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