The debut mixtape by Kruttz, with production by Eazi-Klu.

Executive Producer: Eazi-Klu
Hosted by: Kruttz

Rap God Season V1

Track 5/6 of Rap God Season V1.

Produced by: Kruttz, Eazi-Klu, Slim $hawny

Lyrics:
Chorus (Young Hugi):
I’ll be damned if someone said that I got the keys.
Rollin’ out in my new whip screamin’ “nigga please”.
My shit is black and white like a panda, panda, panda.
Black X, white, grey, I be ridin’ in my new Lamborghini.
Lamborghini. Do you see my Lamborghini?
Lamborghini. Do you see my Lamborghini?
Lamborghini. Do you see my Lamborghini?
Lamborghini. Lamborghini. (“ghini”)

Verse 1 (Kruttz):
I was hustling before I came into the room.
Now look at me, the richest wigga in the room.
I had to get them muscles before I came to the room.
Look at me, I’m the richest wigga in the room.
Grab a broom. Use it as a rocket ship.
Launch that shit all the way up to Uranus.
You’re shit’s plainness. I be always the insaneness.
I hope you learn the words of this song you just heard.
Fuck am I talking about. I ain’t makin’ sense.
Since I did this shit wrong, y’all people gonna listen less.
Lambos, Rambo, do I need to say mo?
Low lives at the lo-lo gettin’ mo dope.

Chorus (Young Hugi)

Verse 2 (Young Hugi):
Shit I had on my mind made me feel like a gangsta.
You’s a wanksta. Y’all won’t be all this paper.
Niggas said that I sound like that rapper Future.
We ain’t make no bloopers ‘cause we ain’t a bunch of losers.
Came out the hooch and we bought the hood.
I be doin’ good ‘cause I be doin’ what I should.
I ain’t make a mil yet since we be independent.
I went into the studio with a fuckin’ penny.
Fuck that nigga Jay. He ain’t worth them Benjie’s.
Any nigga wanna go platinum? Get that Bentley.
I got a Lambo just because people think I’m handsome.
You niggas fightin’ over crumbs ‘cause you say too much sarcasm.

Chorus (Young Hugi)

Verse 3 (Kruttz):
I bought a brick. Do you wanna do some stupid shit?
I’m fuckin’ bitches. All they want is this dick.
Chick be slick. She a les, she be pussy lickin’.
Is every single word on this mixtape “penis”?
Fuck that shit. We gotta celebrate Rap God Season.
We be breathin’. Celebratin’ like a basketball season.
March madness did you say? I’ll be on my way.
Gotta give these wiggas payback while playin’ some Maybach.
Rick Ross, toss that salad like you the boss.
Kick the faucet, met this girl, likes the color purple.
Nails purple, lips purple, pussy colored purple.
Big titty bitch, get the sexual words out my head!

Chorus (Young Hugi)

Lamborghini (feat. Young Hugi)

Track 4/6 of Rap God Season V1.

Produced by: Metashrew, Eazi-Klu, Kruttz

Lyrics:
Verse 1:
I walk into the club, smoke a joint,
Have some fun, Kruttz get to the point.
I through money and coins while I’m gamblin’.
I go ham on some wiggas and start to play Scrabble.
Scramble the words that are comin’ out my mouth.
I got lean in the Styrofoam, my life is a drought.
Playin’ poker, man let’s go a hundred rounds.
The Bentley comin’ up, and I’m just like wow.
Shit I got full blown AIDS and a sore throat.
I got a wardrobe with an orange robe.
I'm in the fourth row, signin' autographs at your show.
I just remembered that I'm absent minded.
Wait, I mean I've lost my mind I can't find it.
I freestylin' every verse that I spit,
'Cause I don't even remember the words to my shit.
I told the doc that I need a change in sickness.
I always wonder if you ask yourself.
Is it just me?
Is it just me?
Or is this sex so good I shouldn't have to smash for free?

Chorus:
Attitude on Hawaii-o.
Your pussy on agua.
Your stomach on flat flat. (Ayo)
And your ass on what's that? (I know)
Attitude on Hawaii-o.
Your pussy on agua.
Your stomach on flat flat. (Ayo)
And your ass on what's that? (I know)
We just at the club. We don’t really give a fuck.
We be smokin’ blunts. We just havin’ fun.
Ay. Girl. Shake that ass for me,
‘Cause we’ll be dancin’ all night. (Yeah)
We’ll just dance all night.

Verse 2:
Ay. Ay. I get it now.
Wiggas go ham, so I give them the fence.
Up on defense, where did she went.
I really can’t seem to find her on the map.
My homies be out here listenin’ to trap.
This girl be twerkin’ on me while she sittin’ on my lap.
We get a good laugh and we start to fap.
Ay, I’m sorry but I need to rhyme if I rap.
Technique. Technique. Technique. Let her strip.
If we havin’ sex, I give her a magic trick.
Den den den den den den, go go gadget dick!
Whipped that shit out, and ain't no doubt about it.
It hit the ground so hard it caused an earthquake.
And God’s lookin’ at me now like for fuck’s sake.
Hop into the wraith as I leave the bedroom.
Now I think to myself how did I get to this place?

Chorus

Dance All Night

Track 3/6 of Rap God Season V1.

Produced by: Project 001, Kruttz, Eazi-Klu, Kate Wilson

Lyrics:
Chorus (X2):
Hangouts. We be on them hangouts.
You ain’t gotta shout ‘cause you’ll cause a blackout.
Learn the facts now if you really that serious.
I know you get furious, but you gotta keep cheerin’.

Verse 1:
You make me lose mind. I mean like all the time,
But I still love you in every single way that I could.
I don’t disrespect you, I hope you do the same,
Hope you win that fame. Hope you never ever will change.
You still treat make like we were best friends way back.
It’s make a whole lot of sense since those memories were gems.
Hope you like my bling. Hope you like my style.
You make me happy every single time you smile.
Our relationship has gone on for so long.
I thought it would be a good idea to make song.
I hope you won’t ever do me wrong.
Just make sure you can find a time to call me on the phone.

Chorus (X2)

Verse 2:
But then there’s that one thing I don’t like about you.
It’s that you act crazy too much, you need to control yourself.
Fix your behavior so people could listen to you.
Do the shit your parents in the past had given you.
Those last two nights we was gettin’ into fights.
I know talkin’ ‘bout this stuff isn’t really somethin’ I like.
But please, listen to my word so your life could be better.
It’s like I’m givin’ you a letter, but I guess you’re just like whatever.
Stop sayin’ those lies so people don’t think you’re a turd,
‘Cause I know you’re not, so please listen to my word.
Please learn what I’m saying and don’t be a mean person,
‘Cause I know that bad attitude isn’t really worth it.
I know you get annoyed when people talk about your ass and shit.
And I know if I get older, I would hate to counterfeit.
Remember to be yourself and stay true to who you are,
‘Cause if you do stick to that, y’all reach for the stars.
I know you have dreams of graduating out of Swenson.
But trust me Angela and listen to my word, please.
Listen to my word, please.

Chorus (X2)

Hangouts

Track 2/6 of Rap God Season V1.

Produced by: Kamoshun, Eazi-Klu, Kruttz

Lyrics:
Verse 1:
I had to school my wiggas outta class just to play tennis.
Six months and I’m still goin’ independent.
How you broke if you ain’t gonna be a goddamn menace?
How you let a wigga and the fuzz out do ya.
Look at the flick of the wrist, again I don’t give a shit.
Me and Slim be Rap God, don’t fuck with me or him.
A lot of wiggas say shit that don’t even make sense.
Shit my image gettin’ dense. Look at my own house prints.
R.I.P. Prince and the legend Michael Jackson.
Shit is practice. Might as well sleep on a cactus.
Lookin’ at the status of my sales is just madness.
Fuck them taxes, might as well just go on Catfish.
I’d love to go out with a girl who doesn’t wear plastic.
But if I ain’t fuckin’ an actress then my mind is just trackless.
Mixtape’s gotta a short track list, I don’t give a shit.
Still don’t fuck with me? You can suck my dick.

Chorus (X2):
Don’t take me to court ‘cause you know I’m innocent.
My raps are memorable if you think I’m infamous.
If I get more followers, the number will be infinite.
The thoughts in my head are startin’ to be limitless.

Verse 2:
I’m ridin’ bad. Catchin’ up with my homie Brad.
I’m goin’ mad. Had to write on the notepad.
I’m gettin’ sad. Feelin’ like my shit is rad.
I’m feelin’ glad. I’m gonna shoot these haters with my gat.
Kruttz stop sayin’ the same shit all the time.
You know you won’t do these things so don’t even try it.
Okay, I won’t, you just gotta stop listenin’ to Fetty Wap,
Or else I’ll make your head pop. No you won’t you liar.
I’m gettin’ frustrated because people say this shit.
Other rappers still say they gonna fuck your bitch.
You know I ain’t like that. I be doin’ real rap.
I be doin’ the shit I should be doin’ ‘cause I really learn.
I get annoyed by all this fuckin’ school work.
Pop a perk, be a jerk, but I ain’t a bully.
I reminisce about the day I got robbed.
Ain't ashamed to say that I got robbed.

Chorus (X2)

Infamous

Track 1/6 of Rap God Season V1.

Produced by: DMC, Eazi-Klu, Slim $hawny

Lyrics:
Chorus (Slim $hawny):
Sell a lot of dope.
Dodge a lot of cases.
Stickin' to the basics.
Rock a lot of chains.
Do a lot of things.
Bottles by the cases.
Stickin' to the basics.
Do it on the regular.
Fuckin' on the regular.
Trippin' on the regular.
Trippin' on the regular.
Count it on the regular.
Sippin' on the regular.
Never smokin' regular.
Wigga we ain't regular.

Verse 1 (Kruttz):
Woah. Woah.
Wigga you know we never be regular.
Woah. Woah.
Wigga actin’ hard like he a wrestler.
Woah. Woah.
I’m going crazy like the predator.
Woah. Woah.
Beat is so flame I gotta read the temperature.
Fuck around and get smoked.
Fuck around and get choked.
Fuck around and let them wiggas hang you by the throat.
Damn. Regular, regular, regular.
Eazi-Klu be on that regular.
Wigga you know we ain’t regular.
You know I sold that dope just to get bars of soap,
Styrofoam, artichoke, y’all know my shit is hard to choke.
Blow that smoke, through the air, wavin’ the blunt like I don’t care,
Goin’ crazy like we fuckin’ bears. Wigga you know we ain’t regular.

Chorus (Slim $hawny)

Verse 2 (Kruttz):
I be there smokin’ that weed. I be there playin’ the keys.
Yeah, yeah. Haven’t been gone for a week. Haven’t even got no sleep.
Yeah, yeah. Sippin’ that real OG. Rockin’ that real old beat.
Yeah, yeah. Wigga we be elite. Guess it is time to retreat.
Wigga you know it’s Rap God Season. I’m glad that we still breathin’.
Poppin’ bags, poppin’ pills, shit wigga you know how it go.
Got that dope from the low. Had to sell a lot of soap.
Chick had to go crazy with the red hair actin’ like she was Lil Boat.
I might drink it when it’s hot. I might drink it when it’s cold.
But all you lil wiggas wanna be like me. Do you wanna be like this?
Really I’m goin’ insane. Eazi gotta fix my pain.
When the sun come out, it stops the rain. Wigga you know we ain’t regular.

Chorus (Slim $hawny)

On The Regular (feat. Slim $hawny)

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