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B.A.N.W.A.V PROD. ROLLIE

BATSHIT THROWAWAY

WATCHMEDOIT! (e9 beats)

AMERICAN WASTELAND

MEET MY FIST

Lyrics: 
Gang 
Yuh yuh 
Yuh yuh 
Yuh yuh
Yuh yuh 
Gang gang 
Yuhhh
Ughhhhh
(Yuh yuh yuh)
They like “how they get so rich” bet them n*ggas mad
(Ew!)
I throw racks up on his bitch while I slap her ass
(Slap her ass!)
On my gang I cannot switch Ian no f*cking rat 
(Yuh yuh)
We taking all yo sh*t you ain’t getting nothing back
(Like C’MERE try to get it)
C’MERE 
C’MERE 
Don’t try to run man I swear we gon get you 
Step up to me wtf are you mental? 
Catch that boy fill him with lead
Pencil 
Paint the room using a red
Stencil 
We finna catch you lacking n*gga 
Better be ready my semi packing n*gga 
Beat that boy ass yeah what happened n*gga
I gotta bag cause I’m steady trapping n*gga
Not with the movie or funny acting n*ggas 
I do not share the bag I don’t ration n*gga 
You got me f*cked up thinking I care 
I bust a nut in a white bitches hair 
He sent the addy I’m already there
When I walk in all they do is just stare 
(Like the f*ck are you looking at n*gga get on)

Voodoochild
No your not looking at me 
No!
I put your bro on a Tee
Hoe!
You wanna be seen your life getting stole 
Step on his teeth and his face and his skull
I eat up the beat lil b*tch till I’m full
I smoke real gas you can’t pull 
If u Come to me your getting fucked up
I smoke weed my bro sipping lean he can’t kick the cup 
I cannot name a hoe I trust
The way my name be in they mouth I swear to god these n*ggas sus 
It’s just me lil bitch not us 
And we leaving all the competition in the dust

Skyte 
Competition it’s not scaring me
My cliq got to much vanity 
I’m one with insanity 
Yo broke ass shop at family tree 
N*gga go ahead take those words back
Before I put real shootas on ya porch 
My n*ggas lit 
This ain’t no torch
Better back up fore a n*gga get scorched 
Eat the beat up no I don’t need a fork
Yo b*tch came over she slid in them shorts 
Step back 
Im MVP of the court 
Wet that 
Make em dead meat like pork
Way that your wifey keep tryna slide on me I would think she was filing divorce 
You could never match my stats never meet my high cause u lame boy u a dork
B*TCH!

C'MERE FEAT.VOODOOCHILD [VICTIM]

RUTHLESS

100 FEAT. SKYTE (YUKISX)

Lyrics:

Get the f*ck out my face 
Before I tweak out and air out the place 
No protection like f*ck bout a case
Tried to slide but n*gga u late 
On the grind aint taking no break 
Get behind then finish on her face 
We going bananas yeah my n*ggas ape 
Kill em throw his body in a lake 
In the streets this sh*t get tougher then some steak 
Hell nah im not gon take her on no date 
But she want eat Alfredo on a plate 
Really I do not wanna be her mate 
Just like a baker fondling the cake 
Im not from Canada but if you slide on me then on my momma ill up it with the Drake b*tch
I took a flight to LA b*tch 
Im in the stu making crank b*tch 
All of these hoes really aint sh*t 
Fly with the bag like Saint Nick 
These n*ggas tryna to put me up in a box but I cant be encased b*tch 
Ironic I came from the basement 
I shoot the tecc where yo face went 
Been surpased the opposition 
When Im talking shut up listen 
N*ggas downbad in position 
Money come in repetition 
Word around the street that thats yo b*tch so why the f*ck we clicking?
Trigger finger, finger itching 
Run the play my n*ggas blitzin
B*tch make yo decision x8
The red or the blue pill?
I walk out the bank with like two kills 
Really I keep this sh*t to real 
He a goofy I send him to Whoville 
Riddle that n*gga with bullets Im suprised as f*ck that that n*gga can move still
I like the nature and shi but i dont wan the green girl I want me the blue bills 
In the stu I make that magic happen 
Twin teccs b*tch these gadgets clappin  
Me and gang we made it happen 
Heard yo song boy quit with rappin
Slime as hell I need a napkin 
On yo block I keep adapting 
F*ck yo plate I dont want rations
Yes Im Skyte b*tch quit the acting

Slayr

B*tch u gotta decide right now, 
B*tch im not tryna vibe right now
If we f*cking then im finna slide right now
Standing on business i will never hide right now
I'm always winning look into my eyes right now
High as a b*tch i look into the sky right now
Im high right now okay im high right now
Thick ass b*tch yea thats my type, stepping on sh*t oh yea that's right
Too many groupies with slayr and skyte, I'm hot as a b*tch i'm like fahren to heit
Oh you think im tryna go wit ya, I'm a professional flow switcher
These n*ggas know imma go getter, these n*ggas snitching like stuart little
Slayr pop out and he bad to the bone, can't slide if there’s not ass being thrown
In her backside feel like i'm touching her bones, I'm a bad guy but i know when to go home
I'm on bad time b*tch im on BT, N*gga talk shit but he wont see me
Im a tax god i do not give freebies
I cannot wait to send him up
That b*tch kneehigh look how she suck me up
Like a beehive my choppa stung em up
Gotta realize when you not hungry enough
So just be quiet imma be back real soon
I can tell you n*ggas not in tune
Im not a doctor but u finna meet your doom
that n*gga’s p*ssy wtf is he gon do aye
Bitch make yo- wait hol on, Bitch make your decision yuh
Bitch make your decision aye, Bitch make your decision i'm like
Bitch make your decision wait, Bitch make your decision i'm like

BMYD FT.SLAYR [YUKISX x WYDMICHI]

right hand cup, left hand slut
right hand cup, left hand slut
right hand cup, left hand slut
glick up on my gut i do the keltec strut

wild out he get wacked first
slide up she get slutty then she leavin with her back hurt
switchy onnat sticky it was semi now it’s full burst
play me for a hoe till he get hit like do yo homework
we clip em we don’t converse

right hand cup, left hand slut
glick up on my gut i do the keltec strut
right hand cup, left hand slut
glick up on my gut i do the keltec strut

yeah we turnt up off that techy we aint tipsy boy the fuck?
yeah i bust it at yo body then i tell twin pick you up
yeah we chop em like a triller ain’t no drilla you a pup
and that bitch dont fuckin want you i just told her set you up

im a jerk but she jack me, ay
at yo top a fuckin dot i'll pop yo acne, ay
he just type n fuckin talk but never @ me
racks hang out like titties out my ksubis guess i’m flashy

deebo be the plug
i don’t want yo love i want money sex and slugs, uh
muzzle with a mag drag that pussy like a rug

slide

yeah i love my chop
might tie the knot
get lined like parking lot

hit my dance i feel like diddybop
i jerk dont milly rock

yeah i love my chop
might tie the knot
get lined like parking lot

hit my dance i feel like diddybop
i jerk dont milly rock

ok like

right hand cup, left hand slut
glick up on my gut i do the keltec strut
right hand cup, left hand slut
glick up on my gut i do the keltec strut

Ew

Haha

NOW ON SPOTIFY

STRUT (+svmsynyster)

damn i knew it mixx

skyte damn i knew it mixx

Just Dance W/ Gally (Hydro X Olly)

CRASHOUT MUSIC [15drtt x Benjiostentation]

ASHTRAY (prod.awaknss)

nighthawk w/ IKTL!

WII MUSIC 2

LYRICS: 

MONGO:
POCKET FULL OF BLUE BILLS, POCKET FULL OF GREEN BILLS
(x4)

CHECK, CHECK, ONE, TWO, YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IT IS!
MONGO IN YO BITCH, YOU LISTENIN’ TO 77.7 HAND OF GOD FM!
LOAD UP THAT .38 AND TAKE YO BROKE ASS TO THE BANK!
POCKETS FAT IN THIS MUTHAFUCKA, 365 DAYS BITCH!

POCKET FULL OF BLUE BILLS, POCKET FULL OF GREEN BILLS
POCKET FULL OF E-PILLS
(x2)

POCKETS FULL OF BANGERS, POCKETS FULL OF STRAPS
WHAT YOU WANT?
GOT POCKETS LIKE A FAT BITCH, WE EATIN’ CRAB
WHAT YOU ON?
YO POCKETS FULL OF NOTHIN’, POCKETS FULL OF SCRAPS
YO CLIQUE IS FULL OF SUCKAS, TRICKS, FUCKIN’ RATS
POCKETS ON LIKE 20 MILLION OFF OF FUCKIN’ RAP
CHARGE IT TO THE GAME, HAND OF GOD UP IN YO FUCKIN’ TRAP
FEATURE PRICE A SLAVE AND A HALF, CHAINS ON MY HANDS
YO HOE SEE THE WORK, MONGO BLAST STAINS ON HER BACK, BLAH BLAH!

POCKET FULL OF BLUE BILLS, POCKET FULL OF GREEN BILLS
POCKET FULL OF E-PILLS, POCKET FULL UH, POCKET FULL UH
(x2)

GONDA:
YOU ARE NOW TUNED INTO THE HAND OF GOD, BITCH!
DON’T GO ANYWHERE, CAUSE YOU CAN’T TRICK!
I SWEAR TO GOD THESE NIGGAS PUSSY ANYWAYS.
GRIP THAT STRAP AND MAKE THAT RAP MUSIC, THERE AIN’T NO GOIN’ BACK
FOR NIGGAS LIKE US, SWEAR TO GOD!

POCKETS FULL OF PERCOCET AND POCKETS FULL OF XANNIES HOE
MY GLOCK COME WITH TITTIES AND A DICK, MY BLICK A TRANNY HOE
GIVE A FUCK ‘BOUT RAP, GOT THE BITCHES DROPPIN’ PANTIES THOUGH
FUCK THAT BITCH AND SEND HER HOME, I DON’T TALK TO HER ANYMORE!
POCKETS FULL OF MOLLY, BITCHES CALLIN’ ME
WHAT YOU WANT?
NIGGAS ACTIN’ PUSSY BUT HARD IN THEY RAPS
WHAT YOU ON?
IF HE TALKIN’ SHIT AND I RUN INTO HIM, IT’S GOIN’ DOWN
BLACK AROUND THE EYES, RED NOSE, HE LOOK LIKE A CLOWN
HAHAHA, FIRST I KILL A DEMON THEN GO HAHAHA
PULL UP ON YO BLO-O-OCK I’M SHOOTIN’ WITH THAT FA FA FA
YO BITCH CALL ME PA PA PA, YOU CAN’T SAY SHIT LIKE DOT DOT DOT
YOU ASKIN’ ME FOR MONEY, GOT THAT SHIT UP IN MY PO-PO-PO-PO-

MONGO:
POCKET FULL OF BLUE BILLS, POCKET FULL OF GREEN BILLS
POCKET FULL OF E-PILLS, POCKET FULL UH, POCKET FULL UH
(x2)

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