ITZ ON FT. ICEMANE THA KINGPIN (PROD.TRIPATAPE)

Lyrics:

glock in my hand
eyes on my rear view mirror
just killed a man
but now im feeling better

dont run away cant let you go
life isnt fun if you never left home
fuck what they say cause now i feel numb
life not a game so just stop playing dumb
you are who you are you never forgot
you reached for the stars but youre never on top
so you reach for you glock

FEELING BETTER (PROD. DJ PÖÖVELI)

teks n macs

Dead Hippie - Teks n Macs (Prod.by 187 RicKy)

LYRICS:
i got 87 problems and they all about myself
i can paint pefect picture of my life but i kant tell
tryin not to go to prison i just wanna stack my wealth
icemane undefeated in these streets you kan call this hell
iceland look sweet in the winter covered in sum snow
powder up your nose call my phone if ya fiending hoe
make it out a heaven mac11 just to get me home
always trained to blow i kant go nowhere without my pole
funk up in that trunk bass knocking as i ride the whip
picking up my potna on my way to go hit a lick
heard he got that yay ima need that before i split yo wig
no need to wear a mask kome n get it, you know where i live
want it back in blood kause im shiesty when i flick my wrist
kooking in the kitchen all night breaking down a brick
wrap it up and sell em whole trap house boomin by the store
liquor on my mind as im sipping on a 40 o
z got me seeing things thats ive never wanna see
rest in piece my dawgs wish ya saw when they krowned me king
I C E that man with a plan for us all to eat
kounting up my dividends now im looking oh so klean
playa fly bidnezz like the snizzoff that be hizzoff mane
klizzick on these bitches always tripping when you off the kain
watch me do my thang like a pimp ima sell this game
you kant get enough of me all these hoes know my name

i be in the kitchen water whipping while i spark a blunt
i been kooking rockk since a younging always slanging drugs
this is all i know kause my parents never taught me shit
homeless since a kid icemane finna flip a brick
trapping with two cell phones
motorola slanging kola all they want is that koke
serve you thru the burglar bars please kome alone
and if idk your name better take your azz home

we just got a pack break it down like its turkey day
we dont sell no grams only pounds so get out my face
playa slim got that lean po it up forget yesterday
xanax in my system with sum bitches that just wanna play
ive been in the mud doing drugs tryna ease the pain
every since i lost my brother i will never feel the same
money koming in and going out feel like the mailman
icemane be the type to beat yo ass if you tell man
never step foot inside my whip if you scared of jail
pistols i be packing bitch smackin hollow point shells
fail is not a word that i know all i hear is win
ive be doing me every summer pissing in the wind
fucking up the money you get smoked like brisket dawg
we be in the south fuck your klout this just bidnezz hoe
bitch im PLAYA MADE who is you? i dont talk to worms
icemane be so klean like sanitizer all i kill is germs
tell me whats the word what ya need and ill bring a bird
putting in the work in these street get yo azz murked
bitch you betta twerk when you fuck with me or my dawg
bring me in that money lil hoe this is for my squad

TRAPPIN' ON 2 CELL PHONES(PROD. GHOST TOWN)

LYRICS:

pimp tight holdn down
bitces on the corner mane
dirty sprite bobby brown
slangin by the border g
glock tight hollow rounds
do what i told ya
every summa in my hoopty
yeah im stangin like a bumble bee

yeah slanging by the border
whats the order and ill come on over
smell the aroma you can tell i got that za
marijuana doing numbers
always birthed in california
ima pimp tight vato
mane i only smoke dat skrong
here in texas shit get messy
everybody got a switch
getting older everday 
aint learnt my lesson
never snitch
ima soulja in this game
but im never taking orders from
another mofucka that be locked up in tha cage
real street legend 
ask about me they all know my name
every hood got guerro like me
but im too insane
TPK be the gang playamade the record label
everything that i say is real life 
mane this aint no fable
drugs up on the table break it down
then we on our way
catch me in my bity making a killing
serving white cocaine
do this for my dawgs
in the pound hope they free yall soon
make laredo proud from the south
mane this shit for you

yeah its murder on my mind
but got too much that i can lose
tell my younging down to ride?
cause they all got sum shit to prove
mane its grimey in the L
you lose your life now you on the news
yeah 5 o clock 10 o clock still aint got no clues
who it was? over drugs? mane we leave your ass confused
backdoor in the front tho just sum shit we gotta do
got the birds bumming in
safely make it back home
in the trap 4 stoves is all i ever know
2 phones and a scale 
save sum money for the bail
n when the laws kick in the door
never tell we go to jail
run it up make it jump
turn a double into triple
im a sicko with my hustle
make a dime out of a nickel
im skitzofrenic man hearing voices in my head
i cant sleep at night always got my pistol in my bed
im a do or die vato yeah ready crash on out
life a risk motherfucker and tonight it going down

PIMP TIGHT (PROD. DXIVISS)

Strapped Like Jap

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ARE WE ON TONIGHT

Lyrics: FreakBaby
Beat by: The Ushanka Boy

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DRAGONMANE - Angel Falls (Prod. RѦMSXY)

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broken into peices once lil rabbit
hit this fuckin stang
bitch dont try to run
kuz you cant run faster than hollowtips
this nigga flexin somthin
ima buck em
give me all that shit
mane im way too quick
you know they dont call me rabbit for nothin
ima cause disruption
in yo household when i kick the door
lay em on the flo
bitch give me dough before i get to bussin
bullets through these niggas mane
you bitches make me fuckin sick
flexin hard asf but now its mine
and there is no discussion
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once again its 3am
and im still out here hittin stains
break this busta pocket 
into peices when lil rabbit buckin
niggas down like everyday
you bustas best to stay away
stressin so i hit the yay
the coca got lil rabbit jumpin
up and down the fuckin block
grippin on a plastic glock
100 dollars to my name
mane thats all i fuckin got
time for me to hit a stain
hoping its gon be my last
karmas been a bitch 
but lately shes been tryna get my ass
lately things been feelin funny
niggas actin tougher now
just the other day i put a pistol
to this nigga face 
kuz usually they listen but this nigga
actin hard n fuck
45 to his face had made him soft
and he began to run 
so act tough if you want to
i dont buy it, you dont look convincing
nigga wouldnt scare me if his gun was bigger than my arm
kuz rabbit mane nigga dont bar that shit
i keep a big tone for all that shit
nigga get broke into peices once
lil rabbit mane release shells from a gun
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Broken into peices
youll be broke into peices
broke into peices from the stain...(x3)

BROKEN INTO PEICES (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

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