registered flex offenderz. (ft. L.A.C. // SAFTEYINPILLS) (prod. snorro yx)

GREMLIN! (prod. buckx2)

fucky autotune song

lyrics:

i been down, it's the state of affairs getting to me
ain't no work arounds, i been stuck in the machine
on the ground and i'm blindfolded like i'm 2b 
when i'm with you i'm whole but i'm never complete

never missing a beat, that's a lie i'm a liar 
i been doing nothing, doing nothing got me tired
my body decaying so i'm living in the wired
i stay spitting liquid making fire like a lighter

i stay on my shit 
keep a gallon of that liquor on my hip [overkill]
and i am that bitch
he ain't talk to me he talkin to the clip [overkill]

he a homophobe but he stay on this dick 
it ain't gay i'm a chick [overkill]
choking on this bone he ain't pick 
he gon cut his fingers holding my drip [overkill] 

what?

i been down it's the state of affairs they been terrible 
have you met dysphoria? my clothes are barely wearable 
i'm that bitch as you know, but the world is barely fair to her
i know the intention but i do not think it's fair to hurt

all of the time by design think it's [overkill]
it should be mine, i been stuck in my mind 
i been stuck in this rut while y'all on overtime 
[overkill] is the line but i don't think it's apt

y'all been taking a nap on me while i sit n slack
i don't blame you cause my music isn't anything but wack
need a massive attack to my face cause i'm trans
i need hate cause i'll pass if i motivate myself 

ain't been watching my health ain't been watching my health
ain't been watching my health ain't been watching my health
ain't been watching my health ain't been watching my health
ain't been watching my health ain't been watching my health

i stay on my shit 
keep a gallon of that liquor on my hip [overkill]
and i am that bitch
he ain't talk to me he talkin to the clip [overkill]

he a homophobe but he stay on this dick 
it ain't gay i'm a chick [overkill]
choking on this bone he ain't pick 
he gon cut his fingers holding my drip [overkill]

overkill ( dotflow )

ART BY @NUUMA

lyrics:
smoke one, maybe two
new face, navy blue
burn rubber, rendezvous
lemonade, malibu

all i do is talk shit
wrist work, staring at the circle make em nauseous
take a hit first, tip tip toe when i walk in
you gon get merk'd, this is not a lane that you belong in

"Jen you always dressed to death" 
i just got back from the store
i just let that shotty blow
in and out we gotta go
everybody got something to say hoe lets verify
pulling up location where he stay hoe lets terrorize
you aint never put me on cuz i did it by myself
stay with sticks like a baton but we dont keep em on a shelf nah
dont give a fuck bout what they on, imma always tellem hell nah

smoke one, maybe two
new face, navy blue
burn rubber, rendezvous
lemonade, malibu

bitch im acting selfish
white deagle like elvis
i keep it on my waist for you to kill yourself with
my own fucked up farewell gift
head first im finna dive
you aint that way in person
dont try to minimize

stainless steel cold, warmed up by the muzzle
bitch i keep a piece i aint talking bout a puzzle 
real shit i aint pulling up unless a blunt rolled
2 clips, AA12's turn your shit to rubble
turn your shit to rubble
fuck an undercover
on another planet, i just took an upper
woke up feeling manic, posted with my brothers
grab it i inhale it, finna get another

smoke one, maybe two
new face, navy blue
burn rubber, rendezvous
lemonade, malibu

NEW FACE (BUCKX2)

ISSBROKIE - NAPALM! / WOO! (prod. buckx2)

ISSBROKIE - WORRIED BOUT NOBODY! (prod. buckx2)

ISSBROKIE - A-CUP FREESTYLE! (prod. buckx2)

ISSBROKIE - KEEP IT A BUCKX2! (prod. buckx2)

(hook:)
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!

(verse:)
give a fuck bout no deal i don’t need any help
last year 100 bands made by myself
n this year i’mma add like 4 times to my wealth
a bitch walkin in rockin that felt u aint felt
4XL shirt on my body 
my belt cost a hunnid times more than u got fo yoself
good self esteem, good ideas, n good health
i got gucci on me by the scent you could tell
big ass shirt lil shorts
lil ass skirt, no skorts
broke shawdy fuckin yo whore
yo house dirt, you poor
rap game i’mma high score
fuck around take a shit on yo goat for the sport
karma to crazy 
we tweaked off the xotic
i’m geekin i look like a dork
get back
pussy boi, come n get back
i don’t do the net
stupid bitch imma miss that
pockets big fat
2 switches so the sticks match
you gon hear that click clack
finna push yo wig back
hit tracks
all a bitch drop cuz ya chick cracked
smokin zig zags of dat shit make a bitch laugh
big big big big pack imma flip dat
sayin any shit back, might jus make a bitch snap
any beat i hit i make the shit fire
haters hear the shit i make, get inspired
judgin by yo lack of a fit, yo shits dire
make a rapper run outta feul like a bic lighter
9er 9er up in the sky like tye fighters
rapper peep the shit i spit n get tired
boi u is a bitch, a snitch, u wear wires
stick get him ripped from limb to limb-
(ugh, you get it)

(hook:)
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
4X, 4X, 4X!
boi, i’ll drop these hoes 
and i’ll drop ya ass too!
boi, i’ll drop these hoes 
and i’ll drop ya ass too!
boi, i’ll drop these hoes 
and i’ll drop ya ass too!
boi, i’ll drop these hoes 
and i’ll drop ya ass!

ISSBROKIE - NAPALM! / WOO! (prod. buckx2)

KARMAMØB