1ST TRACK OFF A NEW EP w/ REN THE THIRD “RESURRECTED”

PRICE PAID
PRODUCED BY VDRIVN

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- LYRICS -

KUSHKOSTA

I wake up every morning thinking do they really fuck with me
But I don’t really care, I brush my teeth then roll  me up some weed
I’m headed to the function just to go perform with all my gs
Then we dippin out that bitch cause we got somewhere else to be
Back and forth we doing this, sippin on that toxic shit
I see these pussies talking but I ain’t never hearing it
Made a name and gained some plays now a legend in the game
I linked with ren and we became the greatest duo in this thang
I cock my gat and let it bang, yunno how we go insane
It’s time to pay the price mane, life is like a dice game
Pistol packing never slacking, rolling with a nine mane
Use to be all off them drugs and now it’s stirictly maryjane 
Lost some folks but it’s aight met some new ones now we tight
We headed to the top and aint going down without a fight
Lost some folks but it’s aight met some new ones now we tight
We headed to the top bitch aint going down without a fight

REN THE THIRD

Thinking am i living right
Think about it every night
Voices getting louder, don’t know if i’ll ever be alright 
Gotta go and catch a flight 
Schedules getting really tight 
Kinda wanna call a quits but don’t know yet i probably might

Always looking down

Posing with a frown
To make a sound
In every town 
Look at me now

Whatever comes around 

I was lost and never found 
On my own 
All alone 

I
Got so many problems 
Never solve em 
At the bottom 
Of the list 
I never miss

It was 2021 when everybody wanna diss 
And now they all fading away 
Because they couldn’t keep up
Always posted at the shows and they ain’t wanna see us

So we kept going 
Knowing they be hoeing 
Now we growing 
Finally flowing 
Colors showing 

Fuck a fake
Fuck ya name
Fucking lame
Get the fuck up out my face 
Bitch 
Hate you muthafuckas till you in a grave

PRICE PAID ft. REN THE THIRD (PROD. VDRIVN)

DROPPED A NEW TRACK “BACK IN THE MAP” ANOTHER SINGLE BEFORE MY TAPE DROPS!

PRODUCED BY PLURE
MIXED AND MASTED BY WOCK JOHNSON

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— LYRICS —

Bitch im back, back on the map
Forritos Texas I stay repping that
Fuck out my face or I’m catching a case
While I’m smoking a blunt blow it all in yo face

Don’t fuck with these rappers they just a disgrace
Fucking with females that be underage
Yall is so wank please don’t mention my name
Niggas be dissing but won’t do a thang
I just be chilling, smoking all my dank
Rolling propane, I don’t needa ashtray 
Smoke anywhere, i dont care what you say

Kostas the name, got kush all in my brain
Going insane, in yo mind where I stay
Stuffed ina safe, underground where they lay
All of these pussies fuckin-up the game

It’s time to take over feel like Triple H
I’m sick of these bustas thinking we the same
No we is not bitch just stay in yo lane
Smoke like a hippie and go super saiyan
Cruising the streets all blacked out like a raven
Hunting you down with the scope like I’m Kraven
Yo time is up it’s the madhouse invasion
Hunting you down with the scope like I’m Kraven
Yo time is up it’s the madhouse invasion

BACK ON THE MAP (PROD. PLURE)

FEATURING RENIZANCE
PRODUCED BY ADAWG DA PIMPSTA

COVER ART BY 404PARKER

RIDING DIRTY ft. RENIZANCE (PROD. ADAWG DA PIMPSTA)

NEW SINGLE OUT NOW!

TRACK #1 OFF MY UPCOMING TAPE THIS MONTH TITLED “ALL OR NOTHING”

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APPLE MUSIC -

- LYRICS -

Sitting on the world I got life in my hands
So these days I try to think twice when I can
Money on my mind and madhouse the business
Serving all the rappers like a bad day on Christmas

Feeling like a Christian but don’t mingle with the bitches
I’m just trynna get my riches fuck with me make you a victim
Now yo family fucking crying cause you fucked up and got violent
Call them sirens, knock ya topoff, now there ain’t no fucking hiding

Leave you brain dead killa, always smoking killa
It’s the madhouse season, bring yo Ks out witcha
Leave you brain dead killa, always smoking killa
It’s the madhouse season, bring yo Ks out
witcha
 
Fuck what ya heard, lemme tell you how it is
Smoking paper planes got me feeling like I’m wiz
Sippin so much now I’m pissin purple piss
Stay strapped up and we never fucking miss

I don’t care about the clout, I don’t care about these hoes
I just care about the money that I get from these shows
Psycho, in the dome, breaking all your fucking bones
Running thru yo home wit a mask and a chrome

Leave you in the kitchen with yo mouth full of foam
Dump yo ass in acid then get stoned to the bone
I’m the final boss you can call me Al Capone
Puro cero miedo siento como pentagon
Estos putos saben que yo soy el mas chingon
Vengo al desmadre con la clique que tengo
Estos putos saben que yo soy el mas chingon
Vengo al desmadre con la clique que tengo

Sitting on the world I got life in my hands
So these days I try to think twice when I can
Money on my mind and madhouse the business
Serving all the rappers like a bad day on Christmas

Feeling like a Christian but don’t mingle with the bitches
I’m just trynna get my riches fuck with me make you a victim
Now yo family fucking crying cause you fucked up and got violent
Call them sirens, knock ya topoff, now there ain’t no fucking hiding

Leave you brain dead killa, always smoking killa
It’s the madhouse season, bring yo Ks out witcha
Leave you brain dead killa, always smoking killa
It’s the madhouse season, bring yo Ks out
witcha

BRING YO K’s OUT (PROD. HUSTLASINCEELPASO)

DEAD OR ALIVE ft. KOLD-BLOODED (PROD. NFTR)

- LYRICS -

Coming straight outta tha funky town
Rolling my loud up in the crowd
Fuck all these tricks mane where’s my crown 
Talking that shit get stomped on the ground

Stuffin a blunt, i don’t give a fuck
Fucking with me, now yo hoe in my trunk
Madhouse with me we get buck like some punks
Splitting your body in half like I’m trunks

Internet wanksters this scene full haters
Dressed in all black like I’m drafted to raiders
Still on my grind like a mothfuckin skater
When I spark up it just glows like a saber

Fucked up the game mane I feel like Darth Vader 
Hop on the wave like a mothafickin sailor
And if you don’t you’ll get left see ya later
Think you the best but yunno that I’m greater

Wait, hold up
Lemme tell you something
Madhouse coming up and yunno that we never fronting
Unlike all these rappers that be rapping talm bout nothing

I don’t wanna hear bitch I wish you had a button
Flow so cold mothafuckas think I’m Russian
Six feet deep in the funk no discussion 
Killa on the mic now the scene a bloody function
Killa on the mic now the scene a bloody function

I don’t wanna hear bitch I wish you had a button
Flow so cold mothafuckas think I’m Russian
Six feet deep in the funk no discussion 
Killa on the mic leave  the scene a bloody function hoe

SAIYAN KILLER (PROD. NFTR)

- LYRICS -

Smoking a blunt not giving a fuck
Repping my city I’m straight from the funk
Talking that shit we gone pop out and dump
You ain’t my homie so don’t hang with us

Kill a mothafucka with the lyrics that I bust
And the bass that booming out the mothafucking trunk
Walking with a limp when I feel a lil drunk
To be all them niggas hating I could really give a fuck

Got the house on the map while your team just turns to dust
Im a young mothafucka why you hating me
Is it cause I finally made it and you stuck selling weed

Mane your music fucking sucks please dont don’t do a show with me
Its a all time coming now you bouta fucking see
Us in Tokyo doing shows overseas
Look at all them dollas that we bouta fucking seize

Cash rules everything around me

ROLLING AND SMOKING (PROD. YUNGMEXICANBIH)

- REN THE THIRD -
Coming from the cliff I had to come and leave this fucking pack
Posted with the homies and you know we only wanna rap
Always in my house and I'm always feeling really mad
Mad house killers you know there ain't no changing that

If you think I fucked your bitch, then I probably fucking did
She was all up on my dick and she was sucking up on it
Now she telling me she wishes that she fucking met me first
Threw her hands in the sky, cause she's down with the third

Oh shit
Walter White, wonder why
Prolly lie, never gave a motherfuck if you ain't really bout that life
Wondering where is your wife and why you call her more than twice
I ain't wanna say it, but I knew I had to hoe

They don’t want it cause ain’t nobody really want it hoe
They don’t want it cause ain’t nobody really want it
They don’t want it cause ain’t nobody really want it, I said
They don’t want it cause ain’t nobody really want it hoe
 
I done did it, made everybody go quit it
They can't get with it
And now I'm feeling really wicked

Heard they wanna come see it
You hating on the kid cause you can never really be it

817 and the 214, bout to get real dirty on this grimy ass flow and I'mma let you know how it's supposed to go
We been going fucking crazy, now I'm going solo

And fuck that dude, you be acting real
diddy
We know you a homo
Yeah bitch I got the info and now you're screaming oh no
Keep my name Up out your mouth before I send you to the south bitch

Its the fucking third and the entire madhouse I'm a threat like a vet, you ain't nothing but a pet
Fuck it, who won't next

I got checks, private jets, never easy to access
Get the fuck away from me bitch
Its the 3 from the D, always ripping OC, and Los Vagos 18
Better fucking think twice before you try to step to me

You don't want beef or you gon' have to pay the price for the rest of your life, bitch
You don't want beef

- KUSHKOSTA -
I'm a lawbreaker, with Stormbreaker
Im feeling like I'm Shawn Michaels, the heartbreaker
And fuck the top three bitch, I'm feeling like I'm Baker

Madhouse run it now and we causing earthquakes
Salt shaker, she just a salt shaker, telling me she wanna go home cause my paper
I roll it up, spark it up, glows like a saber
I turn it up, bass booming
Bitch fuck the neighbors, bitch who the neighbors hoe

I'm trippy as a hippie gets but they don't even know me yet
So let me tell you something that you need to fucking understand
it's me, my team, we coming through screaming Hootie, hootie, hooooo
Dive up in the pussy like I'm Rey Mysterio hoe

I'm rapping, spitting like it's crack
Now it's time to feel the wrath
Psychopathic maniac, dumping all these fucking mags
I'm rapping, spitting like it's crack
Now it's time to feel the wrath
Psychopathic maniac, dumping all these fucking mags

THEY DONT WANT IT ft. REN THE THIRD (PROD. VDRIVN)

- LYRICS -

I’m high as bird, gone like a plane no cocaine just Maryjane
All in brain, it’s keeping me sane, blowing out smoke like I’m a train
Killin the game you bitches is lame, feeling like Kane when sparking up mane

Buried alive, you cannot survive, creeping and scheming for ya bloody life
Up in this bitch and I’m always so high 
Since middle school i been smoking that fire

Slanging, no banging I aint never changing
Feeling like jason yo body im taking
Into the lake
There won’t be no saving
Cause you ain’t safe
Your bones I be breaking, stuffed ina grave
Feeling like satan, twisted in tha brain & blood I be draining

Don’t fuck with me if you with all the fake shit
Coming for you and your clique that be hating
All on the low but I see what you saying
Knuck if you buck, in the pits we be swangin

Sittin sideways and the trunk keep on bangin
Pullin up quick now yo body fucking shaking 
What you gonna do when we finally fucking make it

Us in the madhouse we don’t give a fuck
Come and test me ima have you fucked up
Feel like three six we gone tear da club up

JUST MARYJANE (PROD. HOTWHEELZ)

- LYRICS -

Killing the game you bitches is lame
Aim at yo head now it’s busting yo brain 
Fucking it up all you do is complain
Cocking my gat now you can’t say a thang

Stuffing a blunt then I wake and I bake
Kill a mothafucka just to start off my day
Chilling in the funk of the lone star state
Madhouse repping fuck you if you hate

Phone is now ringing, this nigga got ana
He said when he see me, my ass he will beat
Nigga we can handle this and do this shit quick
Hit you one time make you do a backflip

Dippin out the lot cause I’m jackin you whip
Hollow point rounds gone penatrate your skin
High like a kite now I’m blowing in the wind
Please don’t follow me I don’t wanna be your friend

Rappin on this beat like I gotta pay my rent
Dissing on me ima need a percent
Laser red beams mane I feel like Clark Kent
Gripping on the tec now I’m shooting at your neck
 
Better show respect to the mothafucking set
And if you don’t you will be left for dead
All on the floor with your chest full of lead
Fucking with us it will be your last breathe

HOE

WAKE AND BAKE (PROD. FRESH)

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