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I Need That Ka$h Ft Chino Casino prod.YXNG HOGG

PARANOID prod.JerryonTheTrack

PU$H DAT X GRIM$ (Prod. By Walk Amongst Kings)

This is like if the $uicide boy$ met Kodak black. My come back track produced by LUDO

Official music video out now on YouTube 

https://youtu.be/s6INqukV35c

5 $tacks

-I gota 100 round$ of thi$ $moke 
$even $hade$ when i t0ke-

Prod. By mock ten beats 

Featuring @yoritheVillain 
Check out the video i made for this track on youtube

https://youtu.be/2Q9U7uVdpUU

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100 Rounds Of $moke ft. Yori the Villain

💰PAYDAY💰Ft. Young Penny (Prod. By Parkingz Amazing)

Keep it chill.

https://www.instagram.com/_ayzo____/

Classic

Classic (Prod. NINETY8)

I’m from the northwest, where we don’t fuck with your best
Only loyalty, and we don’t forget
Nor forgive
Prepare for the rain, better tuck yo fit
For we run yo shit
And we ruin yo clique
Leave you stuck, no sticks
Put you down like goose
Then we walk away slow
In some all black 2’s
SW 3rd
Bitch I’m going voodoo
She do what I want without pay
Got a blade on her hip
Hesitate, she grip
Penetrate yo ribs
Eliminate those fibs
No KKK, no discrimination from this cray cray chick
Weed and shrooms afternoon, that’s a hay day trip
We don’t take, they give
Cause they know alternative have turning in
Side out, showing up to your hide out
Better keep eyes out, Ed Gein
No restraint
Her head game, messes made
Had to I get that shit across like what she thought was on 21 face
Blunts blazed, like mascots
I pull up, I score, they run away
I send back shots, wait pause
Fuck 16 bars, I write 8 balls
Wait, halt
I make great songs while they pay malls
Don’t see through walls, just jaws
They got some glass chins, yeah they marks
I want backends with no farts
They lacking passion, but they party
I might just crash in to they ‘Rari


Kodak Black - Calling My Spirit (Instrumental)
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I gotta lot on my mind but no time
Just like a skater bitch I’m on my grind
I stay secluded bitch I’m hard to find
I’m onto newer shit, they stay behind 

Pull up, got a manual transmission
Hold up, I’m just trynna count my digits
Fill up, the wood with the mile high sticky
Pour up, a cup for the dead yeah I miss ‘em

 
Give a fuck about a Birkin
My chick stay workin
S40 straight skirting 
Bitch I’m stay true till the curtain
If they hate on ya wave, keep surfing
If they coming near the fam we purging
And if anything, that line’s certain
Leaving stains on designer shirts
And my woman ain’t worried if some hoes try and flirt
Yeah we both down, loyal to the dirt
Fuck a co-sign, I’ma be the first
If you playing for both sides, leave em in the perch
If they tryin to mooch you gotta murk
Just keep moving keep everything vert
Gotta stay smooth if she want a new purse
Keep a small crew or the shit gon burst


This is vocal violation
Total penetration
Focal point distorted by rose glasses and vacations
Double up at home, like I ran eight bases
In Asics, grey sweats, face it, you basic
I'm way in, too deep
Staying on my two feet
Gazing at constellations, on a cool seat
They ask "who he" 
That boy the future
He rap Kama sutra
And don't need a tutor
Flow is bipolar
Like fuck it I don't like that one
Homie light that blunt
Her and I have fun
On the weekend skeeting
Beating cheeks
Every other week
Real life get more bleak
Slope of my net worth ain't too steep
But I'm working hard not to be one of the sheep
I'm a wolf, and I'm coming straight for your Bo Peep
One day I'ma stack it up, wearing gold teeth
Fuck a dentist, he'll be paying me
For albums, amalgams of shit you never thought
Possible, reach for a hand out, get taught
Voluble on every single audible experience
Acropetal from the concrete, take a little off the top of you
Coming for your head, call me a neurologist
Who keeps bothering you
Cause you can't touch me
Call me MC mallet
I bring it all together like DJ Khaled
Anyone doubting can't see great talent
You got D-grade average
Mix the noise with a voice and a poise that you boys only dream bout having
You'll see how it happened
Hit a three, crowd clapping
Bitch I be loud, havoc
And I keep loud packs
And I don’t need that Patek 
Well, really it’s Patèk
But I don’t give a fuck about your wrist or your neck
Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t mad at a flex
But don’t surprised when it snatched and attached to the back of a rapper that you did offend
And your label got your money fucked up so your Benz repossessed
And feds come knocking cause your Instagram showing that you really making bands
And the man wants his percent
You ain’t real, can’t mask the scent
And you thinking how you feel, got me mad upset
When you the one that kneels to the masses threats
(I can’t fit the rest)

CHUCKTAPE, Vol. 1

9. MENTAL {prod. dsando}

Mix And Mastered By Tae Zu, FFE Prductions, Digital Cratez Studio & Andrew Cortez

Recorded At FFE Productions & Digital Cratez Studio

Hot! Ft. Mexx Uno (Prod. By Cobra Beatz)

I AM KING $MALLZ THE ALPHA 
EL PASO$ VERY OWN KING THI$ ALPHA TRIBE BITCH

100 Rounds Of $moke ft. Yori the Villain

K$ The ALPHA

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