https://youtu.be/j41HXcmfvnA?si=mFwRxa30hSSdKFh7

ima spazz alot
in dis bih go fast on em
200 my dash on em
200 when i see the po runnin
200 RPD the pole on em
yeah i took his soul but ima ghost hunta
yhu aint make no money thassa kold summa
yhu a dumb nigga but yo hoe duma
got a dumb stixk nigga im a dumb drumma
got dat pipe on me like a dumb plumba
ARP hit his fuxking brains out got dat pipe on me aint no low numba
i got stupid rich nigga stupid bitch you juss mad that i not no newcomba

yeah im baxk bitxh
i dont like these niggas get off mah baxk bitxh
high note, on dat side note my poxkets sagg bitxh
dat mag on, i see Five-0 my khoppa slam bitxh
yeah that shit kap
kome and step in da ring
bitxh ill getchu bakk
yo shi ass
got magik on me
kome and getchu whaxked 
got dat fa-shion dat pradda T
this aint miss the match
on my lap
this that ARP
this aint "this" or "that"

fuck that dumb nigga, fuck that bitxh too ill get yall snatxhed
yall niggas talk on me, but dats fine too i want me a hat
tryna flokk on me, but that 5.56 send lil niggas bakk
SRT, swerve it out the lot, kuz Five-0 on my ass
thats on god pussy nigga
i kaught a hat, and he said you snitxhed nigga you a fraud pussy nigga
i roll it up, put you inna pakk now u in da sky pussy nigga

Ghost Hunta Prod. 15drtt

https://open.spotify.com/album/2lCzpgWjDNN3BdhoHiqM89?si=XC-2GzV5TaCjnjvvF-o5uA

Dump it W/ Suwakonem Prod. Grimgar & Xatslegion

@skarletbandxz
Prod. @15drtt & @rexv2

(Flan)
Hop on a mixtape dropping my fist ion give no fucks
Step in this bitch with my kicks im counting them big boy bucks
Got a stick right on my hip that shit that eat you up
Tryna talk on my team we hit yo ass with the drums
Yeah- shoot em down, shoot em down
Shoot em down shoot em down got the sticks hit a nigga with them rounds 
Got them big bricks all in my stash, how im getting that money, im pushing them pounds
I- hit that bitch widda gripstick how i clip them down with a smile
Ugh- nah- these boys aint on shit
I got this lil clip
Empty it 
Get them off my head 
I got sticky drip 
Ai-Aim at his hip
No I can’t fuvk with dat bih 
Wrap dat boy up inna hoodie
We getchu zipped 
Oh you hate me, then it’s fuxk you too i’ll get yo pussy ass dismissed
Trigger finger uh- 
Trigger finger itchy itchy
Look at this shit it get icky sticky
Niggas all ok my body while I’m getting busy
He tryna shoot, but these niggas missed me 
When i go hoop shot took him six feet
Watching these niggas go six deep

6 deep W/ Remilia Bandxz Prod. 15drtt & Rexv2

https://open.spotify.com/track/0UwnX3s3WhzAVzWTkUQspX?si=da709c999bef44b6

Juggin No Packs Prod. Revivedcasket & Dos4vr

https://open.spotify.com/album/1KkD1HAIaTn6do26fqo2wX?si=6NKsQRmOR6yJIMMQRCeKOw

Barcelona Prod. kkoreaxo + fayglo

IG (prodbl4nko) [song wars exclusive]

@ hopoutyoshino

https://youtu.be/sMWIj4MnplI?si=xSAdWmhRhjDKCPzp

https://open.spotify.com/album/53dBfTz2gzdSkOuKTtZzXm?si=9df9vq81Qvy2fGUkOwcQeg

Lyrics:
(@juggtildawn)
Girl I hope you knew that 
Yeah they owe us a whole new jag-
Nigga jacking mines get some you swag 
Niggas tryna ride my wave like a durag
But that nigga talking tuff, I wont look back 
You wanna run up? Nigga too bad
And these niggas been my sons ima cool dad 
Brodie need my gun, he gon shoot

What it do
Big ol’ Bentley Coupe 
I got some niggas in cali throwing up that suwoop
Empty the broth in your body, leaking out that soup
Handy man i put extendos on my tools
Like i said, you jugg no packs 
Get Kurumi on your head you gon’ need medpax 
If you talking bout’ some bread, I get mines back 
And that nigga too sped, or he the cat

Ima be real, none these niggas shit
These niggas some females, they ain’t got no dick yeah
This no email, bitch im sending fist
Yeah i got this big sale, what i cop is tris 

(@hopoutyoshino)
Got that choppa on me, finna hit em quick, uh
t-talking all that shi, hit you with that stick, uh
Got a bad bitch, stuck on me like a sticker
Wanna henny me, not addicted to the liquor

Bad bitch, and she got a evil glare
You ain't hittin shit, yea you gotta use yo head
Walk up in the room, all these bitches seem to stare
Bitch i'm getting money, ion even seem to care

(@juggtildawn)
Ima be real, none these niggas shit
These niggas some females, they ain’t got no dick yeah
This no email, bitch im sending fist
Yeah i got this big sale, what i cop is tris 

Girl I hope you knew that 
Yeah they owe us a whole new jag-
Nigga jacking mines get some you swag 
Niggas tryna ride my wave like a durag
But that nigga talking tuff, I wont look back 
You wanna run up? Nigga too bad
And these niggas been my sons ima cool dad 
Brodie need my gun, he gon shoot

What it do
Big ol’ Bentley Coupe 
I got some niggas in cali throwing up that suwoop
Empty the broth in your body, leaking out that soup
Handy man i put extendos on my tools

Bentley Coupe w/ hopoutyoshino Prod. Naury

What you want/Intentions W/ Sakuya4D Prod. rangerlacave

Tune w/ Suwakonem Prod. Yvngonce

[lyrics]
Niggas been my sons 
I can tell you like to munch 
Getting bankroll by the bunch 
I got Number Nine on me tucked 
Tec-9 slide baby give no fucks 
How you gonna die still ain’t found love 
Look how I step all in these different shoes 
I’m smoking pack and I’m not talking juul 
Me and my sis gon step in them 2s 
AP wet go jump in that pool 
You brought- You brought sticks well i brought that too
Wanna fight? I know Kung-Fu 
ARP make a nigga go poof 
And them bullets gon sneeze atchu 

Handy man, brought my tool
If i slide, who gon shoot? 
I got bonnie & clide, I divided that by two 
That shit money in the sky I throw it up I share my loot 
They want the sauce can’t improvise I cannot share that shit witchu 
Turn it up ain’t did this shit for months 
In my blunt this shit all runts 
In yo crib this shit packing a punch 
Chop when it shooting its shaking it butt 
Zit to his head, this shit look like crunch 
Step on his head this nigga get scrunched 
Got alot of lead this shit pack a punch 
This shit putting you to rest what I got for lunch 
Talk all on my name not a rookie 
He talk all on the set he a pussy 
I make plays like I was the bookie 
Slide him down his brain go mushy 
Walk onto his block I’m pushing 
Slide out Mega Man bitch I’ll cook him 
Up that beam on his head no discussion 
The pockets on me that shit too pudgy 
That nigga talk like a bitch, hussy 
These niggas stinky as shit, musty 
Talking bout he gotta stick, oh does he? 
Snipe gon aim at yo sis and yo auntie 
Ima blow in this bitch kamakazi 
I gotta new hitch, ambercombie 
Hop in a new whip, maserati
He wont pop shit, he a possy 

Niggas been my sons 
I can tell you like to munch 
Getting bankroll by the bunch 
I got Number Nine on me tucked 
Tec-9 slide baby give no fucks 
How you gonna die still ain’t found love 
Look how I step all in these different shoes 
I’m smoking pack and I’m not talking juul 
Me and my sis gon step in them 2s 
AP wet go jump in that pool 
You brought- You brought sticks well i brought that too
Wanna fight? I know Kung-Fu 
ARP make a nigga go poof 
And them bullets gon sneeze atchu

Like Ta Munch Prod. 15drtt

[lyrics]
I’m not worried bout you I’m bout my bag yeah
You can’t hit this altitude I’m not on land yeah 
They say Flan I’m proud of you but I’m not all that yeah
But I still got bags 
When I count the cheese up I could never be sad 
Yeah 
Talk about the set and then I’m letting that shit blast 
Too much green in my fingers I’m cutting up the grass
I ain’t never quit yeah, keep it settled bitch
I ain’t never miss yeah, all my shits they hit
Choppa fuck a nigga don’t care if he celibate 
All that talking nigga shit to me irrelevant 

Pockets they too mass 
Bitch I’m bouta bag 
I got too much cheese on me they tryna steal my swag 
Hitmans, get you gone if I send him a bag 
You a bitch man, been knew you hoed out you is not no man

Go, go 
Shatter him to pieces I see skelly bones 
Got balenci feeties you cant put these on 
I move I keep my peace I keep it silento 
Bitch I walk in buss down 
You too big needa cut down 
Amiri Jeans when I walk out 
Talk on me give no fuck now
Got a cup of wok in the spot 
I’m with boolymooonnnn
You think I’m a fooly thats the shit that getchu shot

I’m not worried bout you I’m bout my bag yeah
You can’t hit this altitude I’m not on land yeah 
They say Flan I’m proud of you but I’m not all that yeah
But I still got bags 
When I count the cheese up I could never be sad 
Yeah 
Talking on the set and then I’m letting that shit blast 
Too much green in my fingers I’m cutting up the grass
I ain’t never quit yeah, keep it settled bitch
I ain’t never miss yeah, all my shits they hit
Choppa fuck a nigga don’t care if he celibate 
All that talking nigga shit to me irrelevant

FlandreXO (@flandrexo) #9ENSOKYO

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