Mountaineer

TYPE B (FT.J0RK)(PROD.DHKPERK)

Im gonna stop apologizing for the long gaps inbetween songs, yall know i be workin on shit. However, Im trying to finally elevate my career because ive been doing ts too long to not have any recognition at all so within the upcoming months you guys should get excited ;,). I was gonna drop this on friday but f*** industry norms. Enjoy Bathsalts 2 i think im retiring this sound now lol.

ENGINEERED BY @Moonsonthetrack
ART BY ME ANND @GRXYPAINT ANND @Fuckdisturbed
LYRICS AND VOCALS BY ME TEHEHE

LYRICS: 

Guala
Guala
Guala
i need bank 
im on my richie rich
They aint used to
bump this shit 
but now they
on my fuckin 
dick 
i walk in
two steppin
yes i kept my
fuckin blick
i think yall forgot
that zae dont 
ever really 
fuckin miss
uh
LIL ZEE
I SET IT OFF 
IN THIS BITCH
MAKE A NIGGA
WANNA JUMP
WHEN I TALK
MY SHIT 
OH THAT NIGGA
SAID THAT ITS ON SIGHT?
GET A NIGGA HEAD 
GONE INNA MINUTE
REAL QUICK
I POP PERCS 
LIKE YA BITCH
POP ZITS 
THEN I MIX IT 
WIT THE WOCK
NO TRISS
WHO DAT BITCH
NIGGA HOPPIN
IN THE PIT?
GOTTA
PROBLEM 
NIGGA
POP
YO SHIT
I BE 
SMOKIN 
FENTANYL
YEAH
I LIKE
NODDIN
OFF
OKAY
YO BITCH
SAID 
THAT YOU BROKE
AND THAT  a 
HAD ME COUGHIN
I DONT GOT 
TOO MANY BITCHES
CAUSE ITS TOO
EXHAUSTIN
i keep a knock 
it gotta switch
if he run up 
proceed with caution 
uh
pants 2kpw
designer 
my boots 
oh you miss yo 
bitch 
she shinin
my shoes 
she drop top
removin her
roof 
put his face inna curb
he need a new tooth
uh
i get bands 
but i need more 
loot 
how dat boy 
want beef 
but talk like 
we’re cool 
and ya bitch want wood
from me?
i am groot 
if you dont like 
the dissin 
bitch hop 
in the booth
uh
i keep a sub 
like its reddit 
its up 
i cant dead it
that boy finna get it
uh
how is you mad 
bouta bitch
but you dont got no money
man go fix yo 
credit
step up to me get 
beheaded 
i dont like to repeat
what i said 
bitch i said it 
you could get cropped
like a edit 
once that bitch 
send a essay
i dont read the message
uh
3.5 in this blunt 
i aint passin shit
she said i 
make her feel real special
like an asterisk 
all that false info you spreadin
shit aint accurate 
and im with all that freaky shit
gurl im a masochist 
All these
niggas
is some 
hoes
new fit 
witcha bitch
every day of the week
but yall still sharin clothes
said he gon press up on me
but we know he fuckin wont
i call yo bitch bryson tiller 
she keep sayin dont
uhh
I BE 
SMOKIN 
FENTANYL
YEAH
I LIKE
NODDIN
OFF
OKAY
YO BITCH
SAID 
THAT YOU BROKE
AND THAT SHIT 
HAD ME COUGHIN
I DONT GOT 
TOO MANY BITCHES
CAUSE ITS TOO
EXHAUSTIN
BUT JUST KNOW 
THAT AINT YO BITCH
SHE JUST ANOTHER
OPTION
BITCH I SMOKE
FENT
FENT
FENT
FENT 
FENT 
BITCH DONT GET
BENT
BENT
BENT
BENT
BENT

FENTANYL (PROD.KillingFrancis & NESIO)

TRIPLE DOUBLE {+KF+WIMB}

LET IT EAT W VYTHE (p. me)

shoutout nascar francis disturbed and cyka for making this one possible

MTLFCE X NASCAR ALOE - REGICIDE (killingfrancis x fuckdisturbed)

Yo waddup its lil zee in this btch, we goin in a new direction with the sound I'm tryna make y'all dance and bop y'all head from here on out. Im still angry at the world so ima prolly keep screaming but expect a lot of experimentation. also

new ep otw "ungrateful evil”

Mixed/Mastered: @Vythex3
Coverart: ME 
Production: Janecocaine & wokhardt

[LYRICS:]
i got that prada jeans jacket
pants tag say chrome
i got bands on bands but i think
i need some more
i dont shop the storefront
send my pieces to the door
im the flyest nigga 
ever you can tell just by my pose
AYE
BITCH ITS LIL ZEE
SWITCH THAT NIGGA
INNA SECOND
OR A WEEK 
EVERY WHERE I GO
THESE BITCHES 
KNOW ME
AND MY 
GAS AINT CHEAP
YEAH MY MAMA 
BOUT HER BUSINESS
AND MY DAD A OG 
THAT MEAN IM ALL
ABOUT THEM RACKS
AND THAT I KEEP IT ON ME 
THE WAY I SERVE N
BEND THAT CORNER
MAN I FEEL LIKE 
G3
7 NIGGAS WANTED PROBLEMS
NOW I ONLY SEE 3 
UHHHH
LIKE WHAT WE TALKIN BOUT
THAT BOY A SOULJA
IMA MAKE THIS
PUSSY WALK IT OUT 
HE CANT EVEN AFFORD 
MY SHOES
HE CANT WALK A MILE
IMA BADASS 
ON MY BOOSIE
SHAWTY WIPE ME DOWN
SEE THAT NIGGA POSTED UP
TELL SHORTY
GUN EM DOWN
IF THAT BITCH 
TOO BROKE 
ION EVEN WANT HA 
I DONT TOUCH KIDS
I DONT ROCK BALENCIAGA
FINE SHYT SAID I MAKE HER PROUD 
I WENT AND BOUGHT HER PRADA 
CAUSE SHE MY TWIN
WE GO TOGETHER 
JELLY PEANUTBUTTER

i got that prada jeans jacket
pants tag say chrome 
i got bands on bands 
but i think i need some moe
i dont shop the storefront
send my pieces to the door
im the flyest nigga 
ever you can tell just by my pose

AYE BITCH ITS LIL ZEE
HAHAAAA BITCH

#TRENDSETTER [PROD.JANECOCAINE + WOKHARDT)

NECKSTOMP [+ Vilex]

wickɘɘd - BNꓘH

[Intro — spoken, low]
Yeah. You think you know me? Nah.
Listen close — this one’s for the ones who felt unseen.
Turn the beast on. Let it breathe.

I can see your style, see the miles behind your smile,
Radar on my soul, you act wild but I'm versatile.
I can see the things, little hints and the small lies,
Pieces of your puzzle fallin' short like cheap ties.
You understand you don't understand me — paradox, man,
You read the cover, skip the chapters, judge the brand.
You never knew who I am, never felt my gravity,
Try to box me in your view, but I'm defiant strategy.
I know what I do — precision like a surgeon,
Sharp decisions, cut the noise, I'm emergin'.
This is not a game — no joystick, no playtest,
This is my life, full throttle, ain't no safety haze.
I believe in me for now, I believe I in me for now —
Two lines, one vow, steady breath, I take my bow.
I won't fold, won't slow, won't spend my life in shadow,
Riding behind nobodies, faded echoes that hold me back, yo.

So I say to you — stay the line, stay the fuck out my lane,
Or I will run your ass over, leave you talkin' just pain.
But it ain't just rage, it's warning wrapped in truth,
Protect the path I'm carving, this is my booth.

I drive my fate, no rearview, no pity, no shade,
If you get in my way, boy, know this price is paid.
I can see your style, I can see the things,
You understand you don't understand me — hearing ring.
Stay the fuck out my lane or get run over, man,
I built my road from grit, sweat, scars and plan.
This is my life, this is my crown, this is my sound,
I believe in me for now — watch me own this town.

Lights flash, dash lit, heart sync with the bass hit,
Every step I take is proof, every loss is a facelift.
I been silent in the storm, but I learned to transform,
Turn the thunder into melody, pain into platform.
You tryna paint me with past paint, same palette, bland strokes,
But I'm mixing new colors, phoenix fly, no smoke.
You never knew who I am — that's on you, not my truth,
I got history in my hands, future proof from my youth.
I know what I do — craft sentences like weapons,
No gimmicks, no rehearsals, I'm focused in my essence.
This is not a game — it's chess, not checkers, complex,
One move, one king, watch me shift the context.
I believe I in me for now — grammar bent, spirit strong,
I rewrite the script where the weak bow to the strong.
I will not spend the rest of my life like a passenger,
Passenger-seat dreams, shadow casted by lesser.

So hear me now — stay the line and respect the lane,
I warned you once, twice — now feel the thunder of the train.
But feel me right — I'm not proud of pain I might bring,
I just guard my peace, won't let wolves masquerade as kings.



stay-in-your-lane (1).mp3

No Drama No Fazos

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LET IT EAT W VYTHE (p. me)

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