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@lyfelxss

[Chorus]
Okay, MBRK, flip the M, you get a W
Left her on purpose, I'm tryna do music, lil' bitch, I ain't never ever fumble you
Would you rather get caught up and locked in a cell?
I know you ratting your gang, I can tell
Dumb bitch with dumb money, be stupid and getting channel
Tucked up, I pull out my choppa, I pull out my pencil
Cooking up, how you know that my mic a utensil?
Plastic on me, I can call that hoe Kendall
Yo bitch giving brain like mental
No bitch, you know that this ain't no rental
Ambidextrous with the pan, I handle
Nice with the hoes, you know that Vigi be gentle

[Verse 1]
I load it and shoot it up
Tommy on me with the mag on my hand, it go drrrr
Kennedy nice with the blade, I'm gonna cut it up
Liverpool, how you know that I'm 7 up?
7 up, look where the fuck you ended up
All them cars you got rented up
The way that she eat on my dick would've thought like a cannibal
Bullets, they fly, like a plane, they gon' land on your body
I'm finna go off of the grid like you know that boy Carti
Top rope on your body like Hardy
White hoes on me, start to feel like Ms. Swift
When they get to dancing, them hoes start boppin', no notti

[Verse 2]
Top striker like Isagi
Yo shawty be looking at me when I walk in the party
These niggas be playing my name
I'm leaving it red, no I'm not talking 'bout Carti
Niggas be all on the game
I'm playing these hoes just like a fucking Atari
This nine was hitting your bro
It's making him fold cause he was talking too bold
This AR come with a scope
It's ending your life, it's sending you down the road
Why was you talking so crazy?
None of you amaze, it's funny you thought you would faze me
Niggas be playing these jokes, they gon' die
Yo shawty always lying, man, that's a crime
I'm about to look at your bitch from behind
She gon' shake that shit, she a ice spice bitch
She gon' dance on the meat for the free
I got your bitch running over, she begging for me
She steady be up on her knees
I be up in the streets with Vigi, we shooting your residence
Bad hoes treat us just like the president
Sliding over, man, that head was so heaven-sent
Got a Glock, niggas really ain't stopping this, yeah
You wanna slide in the palace, best believe we taking your fame
Me and Vigi we running this shit, we running your chain
I gotta pass it back, my choppa do damage like ay
I gotta air that bitch got me feeling like Aang

[Chorus]
Okay, MBRK, flip the M, you get a W
Left her on purpose, I'm tryna do music, lil' bitch, I ain't never ever fumble you
Would you rather get caught up and locked in a cell? 
I know you ratting your gang, I can tell
Dumb bitch with dumb money, be stupid and getting channel
Tucked up, I pull out my choppa, I pull out my pencil
Cooking up, how you know that my mic a utensil?
Plastic on me, I can call that hoe Kendall
Yo bitch giving brain like mental
No bitch, you know that this ain't no rental
Ambidextrous with the pan, I handle
Nice with the hoes, you know that Vigi be gentle

palace (ft. lyfelxss)

PROD. TAYO + MBRK
MIXED BY @mbrksht i LOVE him
ART BY WHO KNOWS

lyrics:

I'm flawless, with the cash flow
Who the fuck is spittin' with a ass flow
Who the fuck is sitting writing comments to be hated
And seem like another motherfucking asshole uh
I'm flawless, look at stacks on my left uh
You a bum if I wanna sex, I'ma
Hit my bitch up, and you don't need the rest, uh
Different picture cause we gon be the best
Said it once before on a gatito blade
And Ima get big bags, then I leave the place
And I'm a asshole and I know it I'm flowing so when you going
Cause it's at peace relaxing and I'ma fucking need the space

Bad hoe on my lap, uh-huh
That flow, it's so bad, uh-huh
We on that road, with yo' broad speeding like its asphalt
Know I gotta eat so ill be back for a

Strawberry, mixed wit' vinaigrette
And I don't want a craftmanship of smoking cigarettes
And I don't want a avalanche or different bitch, the best is always on my mind
So after this all I'ma need is that legitimate cash
I get legitimate cash
I get a lil' mad when you spittin this ass
So I get lil mad? Money fit in the bag
And you a bum broke hoe talking shitty like that (Like, uh)
Split face, uh, split mind, uh
How do I feel like I'm on a bitch side Uh
How do I feel like I'm with the gang
When I'm tryna figure out when I'll man up and try to make shit right, like
They want peace but they ain't never gon' hear you
They on meat, they screaming I wanna be you
They want beef, you shake, get more weak, but
I ain't mean, so do whatever gon please you

Like, gimme a beat, in a minute I'm finna burn this shit
Kori you weak, you finished and you not earning this
Worm is the cheese, so please, I be the bird in this
I'm on the seat, I be the king wit turbulence
Undefeated I feel when I'm on a beat
And my heel gon' raise a degree when I'm up I'ma stay deserving this, uh
My voice on beats, they gon' have preservatives, uh
The flow its sick, best you ever heard it is, flawless

flawless (p. tayo)

starring the sexiest ppl on earf, mannyily, lagy, rare, bunni below, lyfelxss, midsxmmer & batya belle :))

more music soon!

TRENDS!

call me sana cuz i always keep dem ho hos

#hidenseek

prod origami x vigi

@lyfelxss
@mbrksht
@justvigi
@zzzai - moral support

~Lyfelxss~
sgm is here to stay 
and we here to prove sum 
we gon change this shit 

walk in the spot I know who I am 
don't need the praise cause I know im the man
you bringing that shit back, im getting my get back
like gojo i'm running yo pockets again

im tripping, im lagging,
 you getting folded up just like a napkin 
shoutout to mbrk,  if that boy want to talk
that boy a maggot in fact 

you can not talk off the mental
shawty dont like you, bro need a hint though
can you back up a second? you need a mento
how you finna pull up, you cant even afford a rental 

choppa eat a nigga up like a bento 
he dont want smoke, smoking fental
I got hella glocks on my fucking benzo 
shawty wanna talk but im boutta bring a friend 
hoe, 

pull up on the gang nigga gon get 8-0
if bro think im mental, im insane hoe
Ima take ur bitch straight down to daygo
I don't wanna talk if it aint about my payroll 
if you think im tripping. im tripping, inside my brain hoe
said you my shawty, what is your name though? 
we meet him in public, that is a case closed 
you talk about bullets, you know i ate those 

alright ima let my other nigga talk to you 🙂

~mbrk~
High tendecy to win it's pathologic
outta options I'm up and you can't stop it
Whip a verse make a concoction
Pockets full but to make a statement I'll rob him

I'm finna pop
Every single verse an odyssey
Me on beats is comradery I don't like the talk
Double down ain't no apologies 
Rerwite your fate breaking prophecies don't need a chop
One purchase gon change economies
Yo girl still wanna respond to me keep it a buck
Greatness is one of my properties
He tryna step now he tumbling he outta luck

Yeah he unlucky
We finna run that boy down like it's rugby
You got some gats but you can't touch me
Posted wit vigi liffy hoes stuffy
You getting too comfy shit ain even funny
Chop up in the cut then we gon get to cutting
Movin undercover  turn something to nothing
How you gon talk when you not above me

~vigi~
goin up bitch im like top 4
pull up on yo sector
just know you dat you done for
close my eyes cause when i shot ion like aimin, if i move, then you stop, like im gojo
vigi got a domain
on the wing like coman
pull up give you smoke like im oman
if we move then we take, like the romans
you aint gon find us like them dogs that be roaming
bullets gon move n they bite back uhh
send and we shootin like righ back uhh
careful wit us, its on sight man uhh
fuckin wit liffy we like mind uhh 
 
hop out the scene like im fatal i leave no evidence behind
when im gon talk on my shit people thinkin that vigi may very well be divine
i got a glock on my hand a piece on my hip, know that you're life is all mine

GOJO (W/ LYFELXSS, MBRK, JUSTVIGI)

w/ @lyfelxss
Prod. TayoLoxs
Mixed and Mastered by @raresptna
Cover Art by: Zai
Lyrics:

(Verse 1: Zai)

(Discord, oh!)
He wanna talk my shit, okay? (yuh, okay, okay)
I got hella diamonds I ain't trippin' 'boutta brick, okay? (yuh, okay, okay)
She come to the crib, that's some shit that I cant miss
I go stupid on this shit, ain't no hooper when I shoot
Money go blue into this zipped
Pant pocket, Ksubi jeans nigga walk like he got drip
Bands droppin' these some g's (yeah), not some pocket money, bitch

I'm like what you doin', who you gon' shoot?
Talkin' crazy man its finna be you
I put a nigga life up on my tooth

Ay, nigga on dick put his ass down
Eat the bullet like a puto
Nigga a puta, might knock out his tooth
Got a stick in my hand bitch, I move like a Russo
223 on my waist I might fuck up the booth
Its a good oppurtune to go poof (em)
Too much pain for a nigga to trip over coupes
All these nigga be ru- (disconnect)

(Hook: Zai)

Big racks in my city, uh
Help me count these fifties, uh
Pockets big like Biggy, uh
(Why are you so silly, huh?)

Yo’ shit sound so icky, I been makin bread with peeps
Man yo' situation sticky, think yo' girl gon' need my grease

(Verse 2: Lyfelxss)

Thousand dollar ‘vestments got me flying out to Greece (on god)
You can see my lenses even when I go to sleep (what?)
The way she be talking, she must wanna be in my sheets
Pistol get to pack-a-punching, ’cause it put that boy to sleep, ha
He don't got a job, man that boy is freelancing (he broke)
Bitch, he from the underground let's call up Steve Hanson (ha-ha)
We gon' call him fake, cuz he switched up for a mansion
Man he act like Fantano, cause he always ranting (yuh)
Man he pulled up and he folded quick, I got a glock with a loaded blick
I switch up the song I noticed it, she wanna talk, I know this shit,
All y'all niggas be rookies, shawty wan’ slide through, she givin’ cookie
Yeah, she giving the cookie
Most of y'all thought they would never push me
I’m breaking the charts, number 1 rookie
Most of y'all niggas, prolly mistook me (Lyfelxss)
For some lame niggas, we are not the same nigga
Fuck what you claim nigga, we gon’ send the same hitters
You gon' find out all the reasons why they call him brain splitter
Man I'm running through their place like It’s Crash Bandicoot
Why you claiming they yo homies when they quick to abandon you?
You was overlooking me but like… who is you?
And my brothers quick to kill yeah they put you on that news
Shawty come up in my bed make her sing it like Halsey
Man you think you beating us? man you popped a molly
All I do is talk shit that’s my favorite hobby
This is ‘Tempo’ fucking 2 this the new topic

(Verse 3: Zai)

New topic, I'm at the mall my shorty shoppin'
Check my watchlist, caught that nigga on my page he stalkin'
Nigga this is ‘Tempo 2’
I'm posted up in the endzone,
We is not friends though, we get the memo dude
Liffy pullin' up we take yo' loot

I'm posted outside with shootas
Try yo best not to get- to get-
I'm posted outside with shootas
Try yo best not to get (boom)

Nigga this a duo, we could give a fuck about yo' track
He got hoes on Yubo, do like Rosa Parks get to the back

(Back-and-Forth: Zai & Lyfelxss)

I feel like Bktherula, uh (I feel like bk)
I keep my Muhfuckin' tool up, uh
None of yall niggas can pull up
Most of y'all internet shooters (on god)
I like Sosa, I'm big shoota, I think that might suit ya'
Choppa hit his upper body, hit him in medula (huh)
You so doomed, nigga
You a coon, nigga
Caught you in your room nigga
You was up on zoom, nigga
I make verses on my break
It's a band I made today
Hop up on the FLP my niggas always here to stay

Tempo 2! w/Lyfexlss

@lyfelxss
Okay, ay
Killed another nigga on the track now
When they lay eyes on me they just passed out
If they meet they favorite artist They just fan out
If i pull up on that block That’s a man down
Aye, Depop shit
Shawty wanna wear my clothes, told Her I got options
we can pull up asap, we Can get to mobbing
they steady on my phone asking
I don’t know
You a wannabe trap nigga
If we put that Music on we listen to that Blxst nigga
Shawty want to Talk to me, she moving way too fast woah

Way too fast like i aint got the time to be fussin
Make a song wit liffy cause yea dat my cousin
Wait spray the whole block down
Vigi on top now
The choppa mop now
It be move like snare huh cha
Yo hoe on dick like a fuck it bitch
I got a glock like i tuck it bitch
Showed me a open it sucked bitch
Way that im movin youd think imma danger
When i walk up vigi gon step

Why you talking so fast lower down that tempo,
why you talking crazy? But you're riding in that rental.
I can go and flex up on these niggas in a benzo
Had to kick Her out my contacts in the friend zone
I’m a fashion nigga
That’s with bitches like, so I ain’t no average nigga
I hop on FL Nigga that’s where my bag get bigger
I pass it back to Vigi, we Ain’t classic nigga.

If you talkin to me crazy dats one way to get a coffin
Shawty think she bad, she not, she jus a option
Ive been movin crazy, ive been movin on my boss shi
Vigi kinda got it overflowin like a faucet
This aint no classroom, you aint gon test me
I got a glock too, you gon detest me
You hoe on dick like, she on my testies
She been buggin off the, all dats nasty

Man it’s sad to see,we cut him like discectomy
You smoking on that gas? Mf that is ketamine
I don’t want that hoe, please don’t bring that bitch In front of me
you going out bad, you were never ever Friends with me.

Vigi be the goat, on god yea das gospel
Wait dats yo bitch? wait hol on she is baggable
No motion on you wait are you a vagabond
You bittin my shit lil bitch you are a cannibal

Bitch, I’m running through your place like a bison
Your brother steady playing, but I hit him just like Tyson
You said, you gon pull up but you don’t even have a license
The only time you have a flow is whenever you bite it.

Okay, ay
Killed another nigga on the track now
When they lay eyes on me they just passed out
If they meet they favorite artist They just fan out
If i pull up on that block That’s a man down
Aye, Depop shit
Shawty wanna wear my clothes, told Her I got options
we can pull up asap, we Can get to mobbing
they steady on my phone asking
I don’t know
You a wannabe trap nigga
If we put that Music on we listen to that Blxst nigga
Shawty want to Talk to me, she moving way too fast woah

depop (ft. lyfelxss)

@cowbla
(Kill them, persona!)
i got a cheque its pointed to yo chest
wit a glock on my hand you gon die tonight
and these elders they be tellin me, what they be sellin me
they needa pass it on like allmight
whenever i share the sauce, they pull out a pen n paper
dis aint vsause
weird boy like tlost
that boy deep down he too lost
50 points like im tatum
n yo boy he a bitch he wont say sum
he gon be lookin at bars like he mason
or death cause a glock what he facin
pah pah, that is the sound of my glock
zai in the cut, in the flock when he pull out a chop yk that boy finna scream n get knocked
they say vigi where you get yo flows from
usually i steal it from zai but you cant steal from me
locked in like a key
hella static like t v on me
choppa on me yk i keep it on me
chasin weather yk i keep it sunny
straight to his nose, now his shit all runny
(damn you gon accept that?)
money stand tall embiid
when i aim n i shoot, he gon duck he be takin the knee
replace up a hoe like i would wit a mii
they be laughin n shit but they aint see what i see
you pussy you flash up a gun like ja morant
needa use it n shi up in advance
yo hoe in my crib n she inna trance
you think this a game he think this is valorant

you gettin a call up
from my gang
we dont stutter
sure i got a glock but i favor the cutter
if you move in my way you gon make me a clutter
he like to talk down on the mob we gon slaughter

im movin alone wit my glock out
blood hungry my 9 cannot calm down
speedrun on yo block too easy
fuckin yo bitch n then imma just get out

she givin me top im light headed
the wealth that i get i might spread
not to you, you irepairable
you ass cannot be mended

i gotta glick like a tahoe
dat boy sendin me beats but he not mo
imma light up his block like it rambo
if i got you up close can you say no
no you cant
n i fuck
imma rant
like im queenie
imma send

ay imma pull up to the pad imma wet it up
blade on me like im fuckin meta-knight imma keep it tucked
he wanna be biting on my style he cant keep it up
i be locked and im peepin im ripping im finna get on that
killua shi
you wanna shoot you gon miss
i drop in i let it rain kill it like frisk
he soft like da pest
why yo bitch get undressed
i started from the bottom now they upset
beat up em leave em like pou
pull up onna dude he confused
i send em to buddha i boot it up whip out dis tool
i been making massive movements bigger than mansa munsa
po up this cup with da juice uh
who do not fuck with the two of us
sendin that boy to the angels uh cause boy im gon be turnin you into dust
finna turn that boy to ash
i fuck wit women n my name they callin me lana del racks
i pull up at yo bitch i hit from the back
i hop on the track
go batshit crazy
know ive been locked witta lady
im fitted like im from the 80s
i keep it on hustle when i pull up on yo bitch n i tell her hop up ina mercades
uh
yo bitch she lickin my balls
these hoes get appalled at my fit dats from ross
like give me n vigi a beat to go off
uh im finna slide i kill em all