whos the prod? sounds like marlow but im prob wrong

This never fails to make NNN more difficult. Shit’s fire man 🔥🔥🔥

[Intro]
Unknown, In this bitch
Well known, aye

[Alternate Chorus]
Really don't get it
I got the business
She say she love me (yup)
I got the mistress (mistress)
Feel like I got this stress
Flash like I'm in the press
I am the witness
Bitch, you can feel this, Ooh!

[Verse 1]
Pullin all these triggers with emotion it figures I got this itchin on me and I swear I don't got any chiggers look at the bigger picture no I don't wanna get witcha and if you died today no I would not fuckin miss ya
No, I will not fuckin miss ya (nah)
Ride around town with the stigma (oou)
Boy I ride around with enigma (yeah)
Can't hear me where's the signal (signal)
Please stop staring with the insults bitch (insults)
I earned my own charisma (charisma)
Yeah my flow so abysmal (abysmal
When I pop off I won't miss ya x 4 (no I won't miss you) (nah, nah)

[Chorus}
I really don't get it (nah)
I got the business (yeah)
She say she love me
I got the mistress
Run around runnin that mouth boy
Make you eat them slugs like Malfoy
Bitin all these mothafuckas while i'm undercover
Artist of the year ill discover get a little slice of butter
But I guess you can't believe that
Really thought you could keep secrets

[Verse 3]
Smile on my face, Yuh
Best believe that
You just want a taste, Yuh
While I'm bleeding

[Verse 4}
Eyesight
Bye Bye
Tonight
I die
Inside
Why Lie
Fly by (fly by)
Come down now
When I drop in looking pretty
You the class clown man you lookin silly
Really though really though really
Know I got the sub bumpin through the whole city
Really did it by myself (yeah)
I don't need nobody help (nah)
Yeah I'm repeating myself (yeah)
But you just don't get the message (nah)

[Verse 6]
I just ride around town uh, with the mains yeah
Keep the pressure down now uh, I can't strain this. x2
Run with the switch
Bet that body hit the ditch (uh)
Love when it hits
Catch me gnarly with the shits (uh)

[Chorus]
Really don't get it
I got the business
She say she love me
I got the mistress
Run around runnin that mouth boy
Make you eat them slugs like Malfoy
Bitin all these mothafuckas while i'm undercover
Artist of the year ill discover get a little slice of butter
But I guess you can't believe that
Really thought you could keep secrets
OOH!

MUSIC VIDEO

Really Don't Get It (Prod. Moss Beats)

@borsomusic

lyrics-
ripjaw in my veins
make your pastor scream my name
asmodeus, run the game
you mother fuckers imitate
you ain't demons, you all fake
pick this side, i'm in your way
take me inside, i'ma close the blinds
proceed to make my day huh

mangekyo, on my own
make a bitch cry murder when i'm hittin' that hoe
i don't know shit, but i know i'm a lunatic
running loose, fuck you wearing nothing but a headband
coming with my team, yeah my friends
we don't don't do biz, with all of them fuck boys
who do this just to get rich
this is art you fake fucks sit your ass down, listen up
i've been sittin' by but with your bullshit man i've had enough
talkin' hella bout your feelings almost like they matter huh?
yeah, i'm sure they would if your lyrics weren't all fake as fuck
but you on your grind making money off your lies
sure these kids wouldn't be to happy if they saw the side
of yourself, that you hide
you're a liar, not inclined
to, show your true colors
guess it's money over pride huh

ripjaw in my veins
make your pastor scream my name
asmodeus, run the game
you mother fuckers imitate
you ain't demons, you all fake
pick this side, i'm in your way
take me inside, i'ma close the blinds
proceed to make my day yuh

drop your fucking ego 
before i uppercut you to it
take your spine out your head
give to cerberus to chew it
you ain't nothing, just a joke
make your mommas eggs just yoke
stir it up in the pan
serve with bacon and some toast
yuck
buckshot loaded up and a 30x6 in the trunk
stack the bodies, rack them up
you know i'm bouta mix it up
i don't care a bit got the katana real slick
all i see is fucking sixes man, really what time is it?

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ripjaw (prod. borso)

TOXIC

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feat. @haarper
prod. @jordandf


LYRICS:

DEE PRESSED
VENOM REALLY GOT EM WANNA EAT FLESH
SAYIN LIL SCALE$ GET A TATTOO
I DONT NEED PAIN FOR A BAD MOOD

HITTIN ON YA MITZ I DONT FEEL BAD
KNOW SHE NEVER HAD A REAL DAD
FUCKIN ON YA BITCH I GOT NO TATS
LICKIN ON BOTH MY... HOLD THAT

OH MAN
I AINT STICK TO THE PROGRAM
FLYIN DOWN SOUTH WIT A COLD PLAN
STAND 6 TWO BUT IM 4 TEN

NEEDA GROW UP IMA OLD MAN
STILL FEEL YOUNG WIT A HOPES PLAN
IF I GET BUCKS WHERE IT FOLD AT?
DONT GIVE A FUCK YOU CAN HOLD THAT

COKE SMELL
WANNA FUCK ME?
OH WELL
BLOWIN UP THIS HOTEL
IM ON ACID OH YEAH

FUCK YOU AND YA WHOLE BITCH
SWITCHIN FLIPPIN RODE SWITCH
MR GET IT GONE SHIIIT
OFF THE WIRE OH SHIIIIET

DEE PRESSED
VENOM REALLY GOT EM WANNA EAT FLESH
SAYIN LIL SCALE$ GET A TATTOO
I DONT NEED PAIN FOR A BAD MOOD

HITTIN ON YA MITZ I DONT FEEL BAD
KNOW SHE NEVER HAD A REAL DAD
FUCKIN ON YA BITCH I GOT NO TATS
LICKIN ON BOTH MY... HOLD THAT

OH MAN
I AINT STICK TO THE PROGRAM
FLYIN DOWN SOUTH WIT A COLD PLAN
STAND 6 TWO BUT IM 4 TEN

NEEDA GROW UP IMA OLD MAN
STILL FEEL YOUNG WIT A HOPES PLAN
IF I GET BUCKS WHERE IT FOLD AT?
DONT GIVE A FUCK YOU CAN HOLD THAT


(haarper)

Been a good minute since I poured gasoline on the things that hold back
Ima set ablaze the whole track then I whip out my cock she can hold that
She suckin on my john and I'm Feelin so calm
Scales passin the baton now I'm rippin off yo arms
With the prowess of a beast full moon in the east
Shut ya fuckin mouth when I speak
Ima come through with the terror
Tearing through yo brain until it's hollow pantera
I be getting bread like a fuckin panera
She givin that head that make her eyes all sclera
You should be embarrassed when you walk up on the terrace you will perish
When I get the galick gun to ya tum fucking heiress
Cut out the lights now blood on ya night gown
Another pussy boy, another bitch, another stye down
Run when you see me bleed
Shape shifting with the sky I breathe
Fire out my lungs, death to ya pedigree
I don't give a fuck about the things you speak
You need to fucking stay in ya own lane
You wont see the light of day
Bringing you a hell where no one can hear you pray
Another hollow shell laying lifeless in the rain

ALBUM ART BY @PAYSTRUP
WWW.PAYSTRUP.COM

HOLD THAT FT. HAARPER (prod. Jordan)

Prod. tuMaggz

Lyrics:

Bitch I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating bitches sweetly but to niggas I’m a jerk 
Maggz the type of nigga that might pull up at your work 
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked 
Snacking on your bitch that pussy tasting like desert 
Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt 
Got that long wood bitches call me Vic Firth 
I ain’t spending racks on shit you can search my net worth

Smoking on this tree gon hit your face just like an airbag
Kush so strong got me feeling like I’m jet lagged
Made this shit for free don’t give a fuck about a price tag 
I’m in Hong Kong with the strap up in my duffel bag
I just booked a flight to Metairie to see my family 
But I’ll return like Gandalf 
Black Wizard up out the 503
Up all night reciting verses g 
With perfect symmetry 
Run circles on the beat 
This shit so fire you had to hit repeat 

I’m whipping hearses 
Pimping nurses 
Snatching purses 
Cursin fuck
Crushing verses 
They dispersing 
Kick drum hitting like a truck 
HHM we’re satan’s children we were sent to fuck shit up 
Once we lock you in our sights say your prayers you’re out of luck 

Bitch I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating bitches sweetly but to niggas I’m a jerk 
Maggz the type of nigga that might pull up at your work 
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked 
Snacking on your bitch that pussy tasting like desert 
Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt 
Got that long wood bitches call me Vic Firth 
I ain’t spending racks on shit you can search my net worth

GUT$ (feat. Witchouse 40k)

From the east to the west
Motherfuckers staying pressed
My mind it has no limits
You just want someone to mimic

From the style to the sound
Bitch it comes and goes around
My pain won’t be contained 
No soul or body can remain

Long long ago I burned the crops and bathed in ashes 
You so famished you so parched I took all the fucking rations
The rope around my neck ain’t cut me free from all my sins 
The gallows I will proudly die the afterlife’ll soon begin

Gone to insanity causing calamity
Hanging from oak I’m no one that you’d stand to be
Verbal atonement the scripture I wrote it
Take credit for sacrilege got no opponent 

Bragging bout clean slates pseudo intellect
Boutta take a fucking aim we got two up in the Tec
Better rep the set better show what you about
Bitch you better represent you better fake it for the clout 

From the east to the west
Motherfuckers staying pressed
My mind it has no limits
You just want someone to mimic

From the style to the sound
Bitch it comes and goes around
My pain won’t be contained 
No soul or body can remain

Five days ago I took the crops I set to flames 
I summoned spirits by my side I walk on water breaking chains
The belt around my wrist ain’t set me free from all the dirt
Inside my coffin I will rest my rite of passage out of earth 

Finding out where these motherfuckers hide
They’re feeding and leeching like a parasite
Ain’t getting no weaker I twitch I’m a tweaker
I sacrifice everything I am a leader

Skies blacked out but I’m seeing blood red
Wanna rain down lead but the clip’s drum fed
Castration of justice I know that you love this 
I know that you stalking whenever I publish

From the east to the west
Motherfuckers staying pressed
My mind it has no limits
You just want someone to mimic

From the style to the sound
Bitch it comes and goes around
My pain won’t be contained 
No soul or body can remain

Hazardous

Sacrilege

SADZILLA - Superhuman Samurai Syber-Squad (Feat. ONI INC. Dallas Turner, Kid Carrillo)

tuMaggz
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tuMaggz - As Above, So Below

03 Ludacris

Sadzilla - Cell Games (feat. Santos Santana, Prompto, B-Train, Blake Basic & Drugsta)

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