here’s a full 15‑track SSWIFTDVBZ playlist to ride the wave 🔥. I’ve mixed his new drops, freestyles, and raw SoundCloud gems so you get a full spectrum of vibes:

Dude is actually fire, go stream him here!

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SSWIFTDVBZ Ultimate Ride Playlist (2025 Edition)

LYRICS:
Hold on, wait, yeah
Femboy twinkie balls
Femboy twinkie balls
Femboy twinkie balls, 
Femboy twinkie balls
They fondle my, uh
They fondle my, uh
Yo, my name is DUBZ, SSWIFT
And I be on that slut, yeah
My grandma just ate my fries
Then I started, to cry
Weeping like a wussy
Went to a gay bar
And got me some man pussy
But I can't be too pushy
When I try to rail
Some cute Asian males
Every time I freakin' nail
Some hot girl
And i get some tail
I will stare off into the wall
Thinking 'bout those femboy twinkie balls
Yeah, femboy twinkie balls
Femboy twinkie balls
 femboy twinkie balls yeah
They fondle my, yeah
They fondle my, uh
they fondle my, uh
THEY FONDLE MY, UH
I like to fantasize
About railing Asian guys
I'd Cum inside their eyes
Rip thеm out to dry
Put thier eyes in rice
I go freakin' prone
For some Asian Femboy twinkiе dome
I get so crunk
That I slur my words
And I slur my slurs
Cannot word my freakin' words
I will never f*ggot a homophobic slur
Get it, like forget?
Okay, that was kinda bad
A homophobic slur
Need an Asian nerd
With a tight shirt
Please go buy merch
Uh, shameless plug
I would never use an Asian slur
But I still might use the word
I need an Asian poppy farmer
With zero twinks inside his armor
Since this song is so offensive
I just need to explain
That it's a social commentary
On the weirdly popular belief
That Asian men are somehow
Less masculine, yeah
Femboy Twinkie balls
Femboy Twinkie balls
Femboy Twinkie balls
They fondle my, uh
They fondle my, uh
They fondle my, uh
They fondle my, uh
Hold on, yeah, uh, yeah, uh yeah
prod. by yuzamei

FTB (prod. yuzamei.)

LYRICS:

Steppin’ in the ring, I don’t talk, I perform,
Every line land heavy like a hundred-man storm.
Opps throw shade, but I shine through the hate,
I’m the quiet in the dark that decides your fate.
No cap, I’m a phantom with a pen in the booth,
Every rhyme’s a blade, every word’s the truth.
Never need fists when the bars hit deep,
Opps fold quick when the wolves don’t sleep.
Pulled up silent, left ‘em stuck in rewind,
Whole crew shook, like they read my mind.
Ain’t beefin’, I’m feastin’ — that’s word to the wise,
I just kill ‘em with the skill, no need for disguise.
Fuck what they talkin’, I’m built for the smoke,
Came from the gutter, turned pain into quotes.
These opps all bark, but they ain’t got bite,
I’ve been killin’ with the pen since my first street fight.
No love in my chest, just fire in my soul,
Every bar’s like a shot, I don’t miss, I control.
Fuck peace — I spit war in a verse,
I don’t pray for my enemies, I lace 'em with a curse.
Catch me in the dark where the real ones thrive,
Opps talk tough, but they run when it's live.
I ain't throwin’ hands, I throw lines that cut,
Put a name on the track, and it’s ashes and dust.
I’m the calm one in the storm, the grin in the grave,
The fuckin’ kingpin of the booth, not a slave.
Never begged for a crown, I just took what was mine,
Now I piss on these rappers like I’m crossin’ the line.
Fuck what they said, I ain’t here to play nice,
Came for the throne, now I’m rollin’ the dice.
Opps talk big, but they soft in the chest,
Say my name once — I leave no smoke left.
No smoke left, no soul spared,
Pull up with bars like I just don’t care.
Whole scene quiet when I step through next,
Say it with your chest or get chin-checked.
I don’t do sneak disses, I address it direct,
Turn your whole squad ghost, show the scene disrespect.
Came up from nothin’, now I’m all in their heads,
Still ten toes down while they beggin’ for meds.
I ain’t flinchin’ when the threats get loud,
I’ve been walkin’ through fire, y’all just part of the crowd.
Talkin’ 'bout beef, but they vegan in heart,
Only time they throw hands is when they clickin’ a cart.
I spit pain, spit truth, spit facts in flames,
I ain’t never dropped a verse that ain’t fucked up names.

RUN IT UP! (FT. EthoSuave)

OUT NOW ON ALL PLATFORMS!

LYRICS:

Ridin' ’round wit’ that stick 
She in my bed, take a flick 
Chrome on my pants, I’m lit 
Don’t even talk, just hiss 
Ugh! I’m on Mars wit’ the clique 
Hop in the whip, then I drift 
Neck like a glacier, it drip 
Walk in this bih like a myth 
I got fangs, no cap 
She love the way that I snap 
No soul, blacked out 
Codeine dreams, I nap 
Heart cold like ice 
Pop one, then I float 
Don’t call my phone, no ties 
I don’t play no roles 
Geeked up! Geeked up! Geeked up! 
Vamp mode, we don’t sleep, bruh 
Fangs out when I creep up 
I’m the reaper, nice to meet ya 
Geeked up! Geeked up! Geeked up! 
Blood red seats in the Beamer 
Too gone, I might delete ya 
I'm in my own world, no subpoena
Racks in the back of the trunk 
I put that boy in a blunt 
Neck on froze like a tundra 
I took yo’ ho to Wakanda 
She wanna ride in a spaceship 
I don’t do talkin’, I face it 
All black fit like a Mason 
Mask on tight, I’m Jason 
Walk in the club with my fangs out 
He talk slick, now he rang out 
Chrome Heart belt, let it hang out
Geeked off red, not the same now
(She like “Brandon, you changed now”)
I don’t know you nigga
I don't know you nigga
I don’t fucking know you!
BLOODLINE, BLOODLINE, I can't die 
Look in my eyes, you’ll see fire 
All of my opps get denied 
I don’t do love, that’s a lie 
BLOODLINE, BLOODLINE, born to ride 
VVS tear when I cry 
Hop in that 'Rari and fly 
Bih got fangs like me 
We don’t sleep, we feast 
All night runs, that geek 
Pop that tab, I’m free 
I don't play fair, I cheat 
No soul, I’m elite 
Pentagram on my tee 
Penthouse top, no lease 
I’m in that mode again 
Twin Glock twins like codeine twins 
She in my line, tryna sin 
I told her, “bring a friend”
She do what I say like I’m Zordon 
I'm not human, I’m foreign
Neon light drip, I’m glowin’
Ain’t no slowin’, we soarin’!
Yeah, I just blacked out in the Maybach 
She said “you cold,” I said “say that” 
I see through lies like a face tat 
They copy my swag, I hate that 
Chrome Heart lens, can’t see no opps
All of my bros got beams on Glocks
Never go broke, I bleed that guap
Put me in Hell, I still won’t stop 
Talk to the mirror, he don’t talk back 
I'm not real, just a format 
Plug hit once, now I orbit 
I’m not me, I’m morphin’ 
Hunnid round drum, distortion 
All of my fits imported 
I got demons I talk to nightly
All of this drip, unsightly 
Yeah… walk through walls like ghost 
Bih got fangs, she do the most 
Vamp life tatted on my throat 
Heart gone, I left that boat 
Crashin’ the scene like “who dat?”
Too many hits, no comeback
Fell in the fire, came out black
I'm from Mars, that’s no cap (brrr!)
Skull in my cup, I sip that doom (doom)
She off shrooms, she floatin’ too
No rules, I’m born to lose
Still came first, I bent the truth
Uh, never had fear in my chest
Ink on my neck like death
Jump in the mosh, make a mess
I don't want fame, want rest 
NO MIND,  I don’t think no more
NO MIND, I can’t feel no more
NO MIND, I this not real, I’m sure
NO MIND, I can’t sleep, I soar
NO MIND, I diamonds red like war
NO MIND, I she crawl on all fours
NO MIND, I that’s my final form
NO MIND, I rage till I’m reborn
I ain’t got a mind no mo’
I ain’t got a heart no mo’
All I got is rage and glow
Blood on my coat, let’s go
(vamp,vamp,vamp)
I just popped out with the static 
I'm not human, I’m graphic 
She wanna bite me, addict 
I’m in the cut like fabric 
No heart, no soul, just havoc
Red eyes glowin’ in traffic
Plug too wild, that’s magic
Neon wings, I’m blastin’ 
High off nothin’, I tweak 
Balenci moon boots, sleek 
I don’t text, I delete 
If you ain’t slime, don’t speak 
Got no ceiling, no peak 
Whole clique glitch, no leak 
I'm in Hell with the keys
VVS drown, I freeze

BLOODLINE! (FT. KrXno)

LYRICS: 

Used to post up where it’s hot, now I post up in the stu (facts),
Told the gang, “don’t call ‘bout them,” unless it’s somethin’ I gotta do.
Too much heat in my past, but the vision crystal blue,
Put my pain in a verse, now it slap when it come through.
I was beefin’ with some ghosts, they don’t even show they face,
Now I’m beefin’ with the booth, tryna kill every 808.
I forgot that boy existed ’til I scrolled and saw his face,
Ain’t no threats in my lane, I got deadlines and dates.

Remember runnin’ with that blick tucked, hoodie on, all tense,
Now I’m runnin’ up these numbers, gotta hustle, not revenge.
They still postin’ up for clout, I been postin’ dividends,
I ain’t soft, I just grew, If it’s pressure, we gon’ spin. (Don’t get it twisted)
I forgot that’s opps, I’m too focused on the drop,
Used to plot a block, now I’m plottin’ for the top.
Got a label tryna talk, got my tape about to pop,
I don’t hate, nah man, I don’t even think about the opps. (nah)
I was raised on the code, yeah, I bled for the set,
Now I’m tryna feed my brothers with a check, not a threat.
Used to slide with no mask, I was wild, full of sweat,
Now I’m slidin’ to the booth with a verse full of steps.
Told shorty I’m locked in, no drama on my plate,
She said “you changed,” yeah, I changed my fate.
Still got it in me, don’t test my grace,
But my energy too pricey to even waste.
They be tweetin’, I be schemin’ on a drop date,
My whole hood know I’m next, it’s not up for debate.
Could’ve crashed out, but I hit the brakes,
Now I’m cookin’ up songs, tryna raise the stakes.
Could’ve slid last week, but I let that ride (ride),
Could’ve lit the city up, but I chose to write.
They still throwin’ shade, I’m in rooms with lights,
My name ring bells and I ain’t even signed.
Chain still dancin’, pain still lingers,
I been turnin’ trauma to tracks with fingers.
Still got aim, still move like a thinker,
But I’d rather hit charts than pull that trigger.

(if my dad is listening, you a faggot, nigga)

JERKMATE FREESTYLE

OUT NOW EVERYWHERE!!

LYRICS:

(waze verse)
Run it, I run it, I run it 
Countin’ the money, I done it 
Hop in the whip and I gun it 
Look at me, boy, I’m stunnin’ 
Pigs in the sky and they spinnin’ 
Whole lotta racks and I’m winnin’ 
You talkin’ but I do not listen (nah),
I triple the bag and I flip it 
Fast flow, dash flow, don’t stop 
Big chain, wrist cold, ice drop 
Big smoke, opp talk, get popped 
185 beat don’t flop (never).


Fly, fly, fly, pigs fly (fly),
High, high, high, sky high (high).
Lie, lie, lie, big lie (cap),
Why, why, why, can’t try (yeah).
(X2)

(SSWIFTDVBZ VERSE)
Run it, I run it, I run it, I’m gone 
Money be stackin’, it’s breakin’ my phone 
Hop in the coupe and I’m switchin’ the zone,
Drip on my body, I’m freezin’ the chrome.
Talkin’ that cap and I don’t wanna hear it 
Pigs in the sky and they flappin’ in spirit 
Chasin’ the bag and I’m chasin’ the digits,
I triple it, flip it, I double, I get it.
Fast lane, no brake, don’t stop 
Backpack, big racks, no prop 
Ten toes, I rose to the top,
One shot, one drop, get popped 
Pigs fly, sky high, don’t lie,
Whole vibe, big time, I’m live.
No sleep, I grind, I shine,
Whole beat, I ride, trip-line.

[KrXno & waze verse]

Chain on my neck and it shine like a star 
Whip go “vroom,” I don’t care what you are 
Walk in the room and they point from afar 
Whole lotta smoke, I’ma raise up the bar 
Run it, I run it, I run it, I’m fast 
Whole lotta hunnids, I’m stackin’ the cash 
Pigs in the sky and they flappin’, they laugh 
Sayin’ I can’t, that’s stuck in the past 
Do what I want, no leash 
Cookin’ it up, that’s feast 
Flow go beast, unleashed 
185, no peace 

(waze verse)

Run it, I run it, I run it, I’m on 
Money be stackin’, it’s breakin’ my phone 
Hop in the coupe and I’m switchin’ the zone,
Drip on my body, I’m freezin’ the chrome.
Pigs in the sky and they flappin’, they lift 
I’m makin’ it happen, I triple the flip 
I’m laughin’ at rappers, they talkin’ they quit,
I’m snappin’, no cappin’, I’m runnin’ this shit.
Fast lane, I’m movin’, I’m zoomin’ 
Whole lotta smoke and I’m boomin’ 
Chain on my neck and it’s coolin’ 
Look at my style, it’s a movie 
Backpack, big racks, stack 
hip black, no cap, dash 
Talk slick, get hit, flash 
Big drip, can’t miss, splash 

(SSWIFTDVBZ & KrXno verse)

Whole lotta dreams that I’m chasin’ 
Whole lotta time I ain’t wastin’ 
Pigs in the sky, it’s amazin’ 
Flyin’ too high, elevation

pigs fly (feat. KrXno & waze.) [PROD. SSWIFTDVBZ]

Lyrics

Wake up every mornin', I got racks in my pocket
Keep makin' bands, I don't know if I'm stoppin'
Saw an opp walking down the block, got straight out to poppin'
Niggas should call me Slickback with the feels I be coppin' nigga
The opps lookin' evisceral
don't think you need a visual
but imagine You ain't pay King Von the bands that you really owe
Choppa hit this nigga, he on the ground, look like a Cheerio
said he went to heaven, but we all know where he really go
12 .357s went and hit him in the chest
bleedin' out on the ground
niggas know he already dead
Paramedics tryna save him, but they already know
But you already know
I spent 20 bands on Dior
Thought I switched up the beats, you 
know I kept the flow
Though I switched up my location I still out Rollin the 'dro

[beat switch]
Spinnin’ they block, yeah, we do it for fun
They talk on the net but they never gon’ come
Big .45, make a fuckboy run
Hollow tips hit him, he done, he done
All of my opps, they broke, they bums
Talk too much, put a hole in his lungs
Red dot beam, I ain’t missin’ for none
Whole block cryin’, they losin’ they sons

K-Block lackin’, they ain’t on shit
6-Block talkin’, get hit with a clip
Say my name, better watch your lips
’Cause we pull up quick and we empty the stick

Mask on tight when I slide in the whip
Big FN, got a kick when it spit
He duckin’ the smoke but he talk like he lit
’hop out, leave him slumped in a ditch

Ain’t no peace, we don’t do no truce
Step on they turf, leave shells as proof
Say he a stepper, but he got no juice
Spin one time, then we double it, too

(Nah nah, lemme go over to yo GIRL twin)


I fucked your bitch and now she's mine
And she was hella bad, I ain't even gon' lie
I know you're scared to say bye bye
But this is how life goes, am I right?
I know you didn't expected me to say this
But I took all of your damn fuckin' ladies
Got to they spot, and drove 'em in my Mercedes
This includin' Emma and Avis
You think you are him, but you'll be wrong
I know you and yo' bitches don't get along
So I took 'em to my crib, where they belong
He tryna be like me, start writin' some songs
There'll be one Lil Dedpi and that's me
Wanna forget 'bout his past, sippin' Hennessy
He doin' that 'cause of jealousy
'Don't really care 'cause he wrong mentally

Ethosuave X CHRISBANDS X SSWIFTDVBZ - NIYA MADE FREESTYLE

FUK U UP (feat. BMKH)

No closure (feat. waze)

samples: back on 74 - jungle 
Higher - sonata

Out now on ‘PURIN’

HOLY SMOKE // ASHES

GL0CKST3PPER

SSWISS CHEESE PT. 3 (SLIME EM OUT) (feat. KrXno)

Thank you for 20 followers..

https://linktr.ee/MULT1PL3X_akaKrXno

i think we collectively as a scene need to harass people like anthony fantano and other music critics to review and platform our albums and big projects. we haven't had representation in the mainstream music world since skrillex and people are so unwilling to platform bass music because they associate it with 2013 vine memes but a lot of people are truly missing a huge piece of music that is happening.
with syzy's new album, yvm3's first EP, and hvdes album (and some more projects im privy to (bejalvin)) dropping we need to push these projects because things are changing. we should embrace the alt electronic

https://www.youtube.com/@Multiplex_brostepking84 is my YouTube channel

WSG YOU FUCKING BITCHES I MAKE MUSIC AND SHIT YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

RUN IT UP! (FT. EthoSuave)

KrXno

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