Copy of Daily Drops

some random 2018 shit i never dropped enjoy bitches

lyrics

Murder motherfukers on a goddamn silver plate
Rolling 'round, scoping out, we all in yo estate
Finger fuck yo bitch and take her on a dinner date
Im as fresh as a lick, walking 'round with an 8th
See you pulling up with pistols bet that i can top it
Military is my middle name i keep a rocket
Polaroid pussies aint perfect finna crop it
Get to killing rappers if you press me like a stylus
Might pull the weapon out in class, yo ass suspended.
You look suspicious the tool I'm grippin shoot through his lenin
Do not compare me to opposition I been a menace
Something like dennis I'm finna end em nigga good riddance
RVMAN the set I'm reppin we been them niggas
You posting pictures we posted up and we pulling triggers
If he ain't acting right the sediment is where he left
Fuck with the gang that's just another nigga walking to his death

spotify

walking death +kashimotu [lyrics in desc.]

Blame Game

EMBERS FT. MVRTYR (PROD. YUKI)

JACK SPARROW! + TDUBB + ZRØSLASH [UHHDONN]

THRESHER

MUSIC VIDEO

THRESHER (PROD. GOR888)

FIRST FUCKING PLACE (rip ice spice)(prod. Zenosynth)

runitup/walkin ~ (prod. glumboy)

Stream: https://too.fm/7k6py4j
produced by: Michael Link

Lyrics:

I just caught bro out this shit in the net 
I just caught bro like a spider my web 
9/10 run down on me I’m deadstock 
Hits in my catalogue blow up like deathstar 
Icy down port cicle winter my neck 
Grew up poor do anything for a check 
Most importantly I’ve tussled with death and then rose victorious your boy is a threat 
Black eye lover shot a split on the lip
No I’m not a stranger to fucking my fist up 
Hit for the bag that he had then we dip 
Can’t have no feelings about it I’m too raw 
What up baby ? 
What up lately ?
I don’t wanna talk about it 
Wanna be about I know that that sounds crazy 

I need 100 on my wrist 
That 40 on hip 
Likes to talk a lot of shit 
Don’t blame it, same reason why I spit 
Fuck fame it’s the money and respect that I came for Boy you not a spec on my radar 
Shoot and splatter red like it’s paintball 
Imma keep it real man I hate yall 
With everything I got 
Bottom of my heart 
And until it fucking stop 
You gon see me outside in your hood 
Just like a battery 
Funny cause actually 
Real life reality, you’d be a casualty to me, to me 
Like What up baby ? 
What up lately ?
I don’t wanna talk about it 
Wanna be about I know that that sounds crazy 
Like what up baby?
I been patient 
And so imma need em dead inside 
At least on suicide watch 
Got your grave spent money on the plot 
Now multiply it 100 fucking times 
One for you and for everyone you rock with 
Locked in, and you locked in with me I’d rather drop then concede lil bitch 

What up baby ? 
What up lately ? 
I don’t wanna talk about it 
Wanna be about I know that that sounds crazy
Like-

REBEL

CASUALTY

Stream: https://too.fm/7k6py4j
produced by: Michael Link

Lyrics:

Yeah I’m in your face, what the fuck you gon do about it? 
Never caught a case because I’m gangsta and move silent 
I rowdy up the place with my bass and they choose violence 
To spread all of they pain unto these strangers
I let ‘em 
Like what the fuck happened the game, and all it’s players?
I bled ‘em
Boy I’m just like an eraser getting this lead off 

Oh wait, now they using graphite 
Think I want your skin 
I peel it off and get it graft tight
Wrapped around my head like walking dead I’m in the street 
Imma let ‘em hear it 
Fuck being discrete 
What the fuck you mean he’s walking around? 
Im blowing off his feet then! 
Every time they see me 
Pussies singing like the weekend  
Fuck you mean you miss your homie? 
Boy get better defense 
Right? 
I mean I am not a dick, it’s just I’m fully equipped and 

Yeah I’m in your face, what the fuck you gon do about it? 
Never caught a case because I’m gangsta and move silent 
I rowdy up the place with my bass and they choose violence 
To spread all of they pain unto these strangers
I let ‘em 
Like what the fuck happened the game, and all it’s players?
I bled ‘em
Boy I’m just like an eraser getting this lead off 

And baby I ain’t gon let off 
Got my foot, on they neck 
Im applying this pressure 
So many stones on my wrist 
I could ice you to death 
Won’t throw a bone to a bitch 
Dog I need every scrap 
You’ll die alone in your skin 
Make sure you leave something left 
That’s why I walk with this Beretta 
Answer bread when it call 
Also who knows who got my back 
Ready for WAR !!!
Whatev endeavor I imbed in 
I been destined to ball 
Just keep that shit inside your head because 

When I’m in your face you gon have to do something bout it 
Never caught a case because I’m gangsta and move silent 
I rowdy up the place with my bass and they choose violence 
To spread all of they pain unto these strangers
I let ‘em 
Like what the fuck happened the game, and all it’s players?
I bled ‘em
Boy I’m just like an eraser getting this lead off

SKINGRAFT

PROD CRCL

[lyrics]

Im coming thru with some shit you cant hate/
Bitch I aint touch my phone ive been outside smoking reefer and dodging the jakes/
I cannot catch myself on no instagram app all day/
Man that shit so fucking lame/
Go get a hobby, you hear me? you copy? you nothing to ur parents except a shame/

I got the shotty blow brains, cobain/
Uppin that tommy, leave stains everyday/
Rock every stage like im alice in chains or im kanye west how I cut off the K/
Shorten the barrel but hit him from range/ 
Laser beam inside the acrua, make sure we accurate and shoot straight/
Yall dont wanna catch a stray/

Me neither, that’s another body for the case/
Triple homicide I guess imma call it a day/
SKERTTT to the crib and I roll up a j/
I get so high I could see outer space/

Feel paranoid and I feel outta place/
I fill the void with drugs and pain/
I put the needle inside my vein then leave the scene with blood and stains, whoa/

Im on top with the fye, aint a murder I won’t post/
Bitch im on instagram live at the borderline, boutta put ya mans inside hearse/
Im on the block, I got a bad bitch wit me, you wanna see what’s in her purse?/
If you get trippin she pull out that .45 then to go relax she take a perc/

Had to relax for a minute,  but im back with a vengeance im here for some business and commas/
Imma go make the news, take the views, then act the fuck out till they all been astonished, abolish/

Every student at the college/
Mercenary type you better not make a sound/
Hope ur phone on silent/
If i hear it then im finna go empty out every round/

Im walkin in with a pack of loud/
I build some shit just to tear it down/
I got a plan to carry out/
I walk in the bank and I carry it out/

She only wear chokers, her chain dont swing/
All black fit, that lil hoe scene/
But when we outside we aint ever seen/
Bitch I was puffin on indo, clutching on gen 4s and I was only 15/
I put a shot thru the front door/
Shot thru the window and I dont stop until I hear a scream/

Fuck a RING, we aint scared of cameras, I got a masks for that reason/
Still finna air it out, play that bitch back now I got his ass grieving/
Put the whole family in black, they got a funeral to attend/
Bitch, we spinning back with a new automatic im turning it to a 10

I turn a drive by to a slow down to a hop out then to death/
And the last thing yo bother saw was gun smoke on ya breath/
Bitch I won’t settle for less/
I dont care watchu claim I dont care watchu rep/
Everybody getting treated the same way, so throw up ya set while it go thru ya head/

STREAM

SHAME [PROD. CRCL] (LYRICS IN DESC.)

KILLER [PROD. MYSTXRY]

assholes prod @dbxatz F#CK

Tweekin’ (prod.FFbeats)

Prod @ded333
mixed/mastered by ME

Yuh, i raise the roof with this k
Choking on the gun smoke put him in his grave
Yuh, he wont see another day
I aint one to cap i aint one to fucking play

Feel this shit, do you feel this shit this choppa intimate
load the clip, fucking load the clip so i can let it rip

Im under the covers they dont even know it
I pull out that pistol then cock it and blow it
Been killing this shit everyday without motive
You come at me wrong and this shit get exolosive

Talking and talking, i cannot hold it
Said that you poppin, i didnt notice
Oh thats your chain? well i just stole it
Come into my crib so much coke it is snowing

He wont talk but ill change his mind when i pull out that 30 clip
He's a fed and i can tell by the way he think he tough and shit

Fuck the world im on my own shit, i sleep with a fucking 45
Ran up made his body flip, left that muhfucka with a bloody lip

Gun smoke, in his lungs have him coughing blood
If you wanna rep a set then we gon pull up to your hood

UGHHHH FUCK, i really wish you would
Knock him out put his face in that mud
Give him cancer from the smoke of this gun

Spotify & Apple Music

Gun Smoke [Prod. DED333] | (LYRICS IN DESC.)

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