prettyboysage yvnxchris meme rap castaways idk bruh but give it a listen

LIGHTHOUSE (prod.justxrolo + yeahitis)

exotic pack!

Exotic Pack! ft. yung clutz & ihatepit [spleen]

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First time trying something like this, I freestyled most of it

Diamond Thoughts

@zzzai @mbrksht
prod vigi
https://genius.com/Just-vigi-no-more-what-ifs-lyrics

VIGI x ZAI - NO MORE WHAT IFS (FT. MBRK)

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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)

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

more music soon!

TRENDS!

@grantthatyrant

talk down on my name dats a misdeminor
when da choppa blow it turn to ocarina
i got a glock it be full wit bullets
if it hit on yo body be bleedin litres
do not test me bitch knnown as mr. meaner
if a mob pull up gon be needin leaders
you known to do the ditch n dash
better know bullets can travel meters
im a demon, we aint talkin angel
white hoe in my crib named rachel
aint strapped up, can sense danger
spin it thrice how i pull up range rover
send it right back like Sharapova
move wit da gang how she bend over
led in yo skull  seein game over
hit him in novo he come back october
walk up to the bank, they know what im on, they know what i want, they know what i get
yo shawty she on, first day that we met, first seconds she get, she freaky like damn
up n away, im farther then they, talkin on me how much you want bet
my shooter he move, never not queitly, move wit da crew like sam n cat

Sam and cat
I bring the pain 
I got the racks 
Fucking with Vigi then I'm on attack 
You black whack rappers hope you don't lack 
When I sack your qb ya d-line lacks 
I pull back when I want to rat tat tat
aye yea uh
I'm working hard I don't relax
Think you the shit
You take a lax
I am the best
Isn't it fax
I know my niggas got my back
You a rat just like Kai Cenat
My money don't jiggle jiggle my nigga it folds
Like how it wiggle wiggle she rocking that boat 
Making waves in ocean we going coast to coast
Back to Back
The beef never go cold
Woah bro no no I got the snow 
We chopping it up and selling it to hoes
They busting outside cocaine snow

I keep that gas up in the tank.
You know I'm always switching lanes.
You tell that boy to guard me.
You know his ass won't be the same.
I pull up deep just like I'm dame.
You know my crew is never lame.
I'm like Kobe in paint.
I'm making niggas go insane.
I ain't even gotta try.
I just do my damn thing.
Cause niggas swear they better than me but I don't really see a thing.
I'm fantastic in this bitch I'm slamming niggas like the thing.
Flame on any nigga thats talking shit I let this choppa sing.
Invisible going ghost cause ya'll be reaching for the sting.
Doctor Doom up in this bitch I put my mask on get the work.
Niggas talking like they homeless nigga geeked up off the perc.
Scout my competition so perfectly in them bushes where I lurk.
Feel like babytron when I'm rapping on this beat make bitches twerk.
And I'm Leaving earth cause my flow nice making waves nigga go surf
And I'm dropping off my kids when I be rapping cause I'm at work
Leave a bitch nigga with stiches like that rapper on my dick
I can't stand these bitch ass rappers laughing thinking that we friends
That ain't it Imma pull up on yo squad one look take yo bitch

take yo bitch then i pass it im movin like im pistol pete
when im wit my brother, wit my twin he just another me
pull up mask down GTT, know he gon slide for me
stick on my waist, led comin you gon feel the heat
10 shots, 10 bodies yea bitch das a triple double
vigi n grant up on ya neck yea dats double trouble
heat on the weekly vigi movin like he hella subttle
blood on his hands, yea it lookin like it tatted on em

when i move witta stick im gon move witta crew
cause yo bitch on this dick and i pass it alley op
cause if a pussy talk down he aint talkin upon mu
come with vigi in the paint, he gon drive for the 2

put a end to his story thru the muzzle
bitch make em dance like he dancin onna shuffle
he think dat he safe, im gon dig em like a shovel
silenece on da pistol, yea it makin it quite muffleled

doctor doom (ft. GTT)

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

doctor doom (ft. GTT)

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