These niggas can't stop me nor will they ever get off me biters hard biting and you still lookin floppy swiper no swiping I be about my coffee Seattle snobby Foo bag back raise up off me My crown brought ME I fill it as KiNg my wallet could resolve any problem a revolver can revolve around involving all of em but let me get uh little taller menace I was raised in my man's by my mirrored image and I'm never finished 700 years I'll still be about the business and business man missin it's the top of the list for the top nigga in this bitch im finna sit down cause I keep lookin I see the class in session but niggas steppin up get dismissed. Just wanna let you know your on my mind all of my mentions heaven sent and my miss I'm on my grown man I fought no front fist for teeth hear me say on sight your sleep on these streets like you woke up to come catch my nap double impact fractured your humanity shelters your man your inheritance is the heart of uh transgender.

Yall gonna blow tf up one day this is heat

Better Make a decision yo bitch or yo mans😭😭🤝

turn your voice down and beat up this would be a slapper

Filthy & Faded

Filthy & Faded (prod.norm4n x paperpiece)

WIT A STICC

7017 CYPHER W/ LSG PRADA

Prod by Yung Glo
Mastered by Zotiyac + Nick Colletti

10K Freestyle

FIRST

prod. bobby johnson
Lyrics: 

niggas be talking i don't understand em
treat em like hoes they get shot where they standing
hot shit go all in his skin like im branding
got bullets i throw em like i'm stacy manning
don't need no one wit me cuz i'll do da damage 
opps kill yo mans it got you screaming dammit
free all my niggas thats locked in the slammer
we juggin and robbin and bussin and scamming
you shuckin and jiving and move to the standards
you ducking what's flying up out of the hammer
ill buss it in public young nigga ill mannered
and fuck every witness i'll shoot at yo camera
i'm facing gas
you smoking shit that's gone give you a headache
so dont try to pass
i'm on yo ass i got some hittas in LA
they pull up they buss wit no mask
still got a bag 
niggas gone talk like they relate 
but i know these niggas just act
i'm built to last these niggas folding they two faced 
they hear a shot they on the dash
been shootin back 
not wit the runnin no delay 
that 9 on my hip finna spaz
never gone lack not for no nigga or bitch 
ain't no leeway i'm giving out tags

i'm filled wit malice no alice
no wonder 
i can't get balance no slack and no comfort 
i be dat one nigga who these boys come for 
and i pull the gun niggas running like thumper
i kept it hot for these niggas like summer
i kept it real with these bitches and plundered
that's why a young nigga constantly wanting what money can get em cuz people ain't nothing

if you not crow shut the fuck up
we the ones that leave you fucked up
you say yo bitch actin stuck up
really she found out my bucks up
now that lil slut comin thru i get sucked up
he mad as fuck but i know he won't buck up
pistol hold 50 rounds boy that's a dump truck
he tryna run what i'm whipping got no clutch 
he tried to run so i shoot doin donuts
nah you ain't getting away you got no luck
get in my way take yo soul i show no love
see in my face ain't no games i am so done
playing these games with these niggas like hoes um
i might jus say fuck the music and blow sum
if they still standin i hit em they so dumb
i raise the pole like the top of the totem 

i'm filled wit malice no alice
no wonder 
i can't get balance no slack and no comfort 
i be dat one nigga who these boys come for 
and i pull the gun niggas running like thumper
i kept it hot for these niggas like summer
i kept it real with these bitches and plundered
that's why a young nigga constantly wanting what money can get em cuz people ain't nothing

MALICE IN WONDERLAND

Freestyle Prod. Cxrpse

lyrics 

get up bitch, get up, 
fuckin wit gang prolly get yo ass hit up , hollow get all in yo chest like a hiccup - hit up the morgue and they bagging yo shit up , 
fuck you if you dont go wit us , aye aye , 
we dont discriminate he wanna imitate but at the end of day soon as i wave the DE he disintegrate,
nigga its over , body get sent to the solar 
bitch im masked up mardi gras like its nola 
pull up got sticks in both hands like controllers , 
at yo door late at night like october 
lemme find out where these fuck niggaz post up 
he catch a pellet for putting that post up , 
put that glock to his heart and he broke up ...

(hook repeats) 

im in a porsche and im backing that shit up i catch a opp leave his ass snoring he slipped up , 
make em dance put the glock to his feet like glass slipper , 
wit that "Jocc" on my right arm i feel like dat nigga 
he want smoke tell em right on lets get it my nigga aye , 
fuck it im in it too deep, we in it to eat
niggaz miniature league on the internet sweet always sending the tweets , 
John - Gatti , when im wit the shotty new Tec its possessive it get in yo body , 
clip big like Texas it came outta Dallas i pick that shit up and then press like a stylus - nigga - fuckin wit Yac must be wylin get shot up in traffic on road jus like island , shit get too violent i take off the silence , errybody round here them shots like a siren , ayyy ...
three round burst it hit you and YOU , 
fuck a hearse we dont know what to do wit dude 
fuck a casket he cut in half shit is unusual! 

(hook repeats)

i shoot a nigga then roll up fuck i look like feeling guilty bitch so what ? 
you aint grow up how i growed up 
you dont throw up the same 4 that i throw up, 
empty dat 4 at yo throat watch you throw up ,
its too much blood for yo clothes to just soak up ,
i need da bread bring the heat for dat cold cut , 
gimme da neck then da tech in that order
i need some head then some red gettin po'd up niggaz be secretly snitching the jigs up ... yeh that shit hurt when they switch up niggaz be thinking the gang do not know but - coughing up info i hope niggaz choke up grab the extendo and watch that boy float up

Mardi Gras (Prod. Cxrpse) | LYRICS IN DESC.

KILL STACY - STUDDED STRAP

PRODUCED BY BOBBY JOHNSON

ride wit da mac up 
spinnin his block
spinning his back up
niggas is bitches out here tryna Act Up
come to my block actin funny get clapped up
only hit drill on the camera u acting
who the fuck is you foolin you not what you rappin
fuck all dat rappin im finna wrap em
fuck all dat cappin i make it happen
glick on the gram now the feds tryna touch me
i ain't no faggot can't let the boys fuck me
no and i can't let no fuck nigga up me
let em run up to the glock i'm untuckin
scam all these bands so these niggas don't trust me
pull up to the show bet they bitches gone love me
buss on her back and buss caps in her hubby
if he make it back to the crib then he lucky
these just niggas just mad cuz they broke and they bummy
they bitches just mad cuz i came on her stummy 
she wanted to taste it that bitch ain't yo woman
still kissin dat bitch in the mouth cuz you love her
i swear on my momma these niggas disgustin
i swear all my young niggas hot as a oven 
we did not come on this mission for nothin
alla my young niggas leavin wit somethin
ride wit da mac up
spinnin his block
spinning his back up
niggas is bitches out here tryna Act Up
come to my block actin funny get clapped up
only hit drill on the camera u acting
who the fuck is you foolin you not what you rappin
fuck all dat rappin im finna wrap em
fuck all dat cappin i make it happen
ride wit da mac up 
spinnin his block
spinning his back up
niggas is bitches out here tryna Act Up
come to my block actin funny get clapped up
only hit drill on the camera u acting
who the fuck is you foolin you not what you rappin
fuck all dat rappin im finna wrap em
fuck all dat cappin i make it happen

SPIN

cover art by Stacy

produced by Bobby Johnson

Mixed by Dewzy

DOUBLE BACC

PROD. START! 

LYRICS

HOW THE FUCC YOU GOT A GLOCC BUT YOU DUCCIN N SHIT
FUCC ALLAT SHIT BOY IM BUSSIN DIS BITCH
YO BITCH TRYNA SLIDE METRO BUSSIN DAT BITCH
WHEN SHE GET TO DA CRIB BET I BUSS INNAT BITCH
STUPID LIL HOE JUST GOT NUT ON MY FIT
GET THE FUCC OUT MY CRIB FO A NIGGA HAVE A FIT
GOT A NEW BAD BITCH IN HERE GRABBIN ON MY DICC
SHE BEEN LISTENIN FOR YEARS SAY SHE LOVE ALL MY SHIT
FUCC A OLD HEAD I AINT FALLIN FOR DA SHIT
YOU AINT EVEN GOT A BAG SO HOW THE FUCC YOU MAKIN SENSE/CENTS
GLOCC SO DAMN BIG MAKE HIM WISH HE AINT EXIST
COCC SO DAMN BIG GET IN PUSSY MAKE IT RIP
700 FOR DA SHOES JUS BECAUSE A NIGGA CAN
AND THESE AINT NO CHRISTIAN LOUZ 
THEY LIL PRADAZ LIKE MY MANZ
YOU AINT GOT NO MONEY MOVES KNOW U BEEFIN WIT DA BANDZ
I AINT NEVA GETTIN JAMMED I GOT TOO MANY HAMZ
I AINT NEVA USIN HANDS AGAIN GOT TOO MANY BLAMZ
I AINT NEVA RUNNIN OUT I GOT TOO  MANY SCAMZ
TWO NIGGAZ TRY TO RUN UP HE GET SHOT WIT HIS MANZ
ONLY HAD A THOUSAND ON ME NIGGAZ DIED FOR A GRAND
SHOULDA STUCC TO DA PLAN
NOW YO BLOOD ON MY HANDZ
AND YO GANG GET DA SAME IF THEY WANT THEY REVENGE
THOUGHT I CAME ALONE I POP OUT WIT MY KIN
FUCCIN WIT ME YOU GON MEET YO DAMN END
GLOCC HIT HIS TOP HE GET SHOT IN HIS CHIN
I AINT TALKIN OUT NOTHIN I AINT CHOPPIN UP SHIT
SHOULDA THOUGHT FIRST ION GIVE A FUCC BOUT NO KIDZ
LIKE CLOCCWORK MINUTE MEN IN N OUT YO CRIB
FUCCIN ON YO SHAWTY GOT ME IN N OUT YO WHIP
AND I JUS HIT MY DANCE WHILE SHE SUCCIN ON DICC
AND LIL MAMA A FREAK SHE TRY ALL THE NEW SHIT
HOW THE FUCC YOU JUS DIE AND SHE SENDIN ME PICS

FIRST

KILL STACY

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