Underground 2

untiljapan - fuck you crying for (revisitingearth) (88)

untiljapan - life i chose [vanni]

Mixed and Mastered by me
Vocals Performance by me
Lyrics written by me
Produced by woodz1k

lyrics :

n**** talking down, oh ok thats cool
they said set he get no money, oh ok thats cool
oh- oh- oh okay thats cool
I'm with my dawgs in the hills
and we tryna go stack up them mills
in the hood, bitch im looking for kills
run through the gate, bitch im tryna get bills
oh okay thats cool 
she wont fuck okay thats cool
oh okay thats cool
oh- oh okay thats cool

okay okay you want some smoke the you dead okay
ima blow up gotta find my way
they said I changed, I been this way
(I been this way)
I said I stayed the same
could never switch for fame
these fan ass n**** lame
everyone gone know my name
everyone gone know bout set
this bitch on my line for sex
huh, I'm like fuck my ex
left that bitch over the text
yeah ok thats cool
set they wanna be like you
set, boy you might be that dude
oh- oh okay thats cool


n**** talking down, oh ok thats cool
they said set he get no money, oh ok thats cool
oh- oh- oh okay thats cool
I'm with my dawgs in the hills
and we tryna go stack up them mills
in the hood, bitch im looking for kills
run through the gate, bitch im tryna get bills
oh okay thats cool 
she wont fuck okay thats cool
oh okay thats cool
oh- oh okay thats cool

dats cool (woodz1k)

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Mixed and Mastered by me
Vocals Performance by me
Lyrics written by me
Produced by vrtex & okxise

lyrics : 

bet not play with me this gen might take his soul
i fck this bad bih then pass her to my bro
we aint chasing him we gon put a tag up on his toe
im smoking hella weed this shi good for my soul
yeah 
pull up we like yeah
smoking on that yeah
fck that ho like yeah
im riding for my homie
sometime this shi been lonely
all these boys they swear they know me 
this ho ride on dck like pony

btch i turn up, turn up
we sipping syrup, syrup
his bank on zero, zero
got no dinero, nero
talk im on that same thing
we seeing 12 we change lanes
i give this ho my last name 
i pull off in that fast thang 
btch i feel like lil wayne 
aye fck that shi im big wayne
he aint putting in no real pain 
my bro might tweak might go insane 
they say i say the same shi
my pockets fat like agent 
my style is never changing 
wan speak btch how you paying
i take cash app and zelle 
try to diss that boy he fail
tell that btch dont hit my cell
where them plays his numbers fell
boy you fell off hide yo stats
btch i pull off in private jets 
only ion take no checks
we slide with dracs with vets
yeah we slide with unlimited ammo
like its cod lil bitch need a camo
she wan fck like what is it hitting for
bitch im kicking this shi like im kano
bands on bands on bands yuh
that lil boy a fan yuh
i get bread like damn yuh
btch im grinding for my fam yuh

bet not play with me this gen might take his soul
i fck this bad bih then pass her to my bro
we aint chasing him we gon put a tag up on his toe
im smoking hella weed this shi good for my soul
yeah 
pull up we like yeah
smoking on that yeah
fck that ho like yeah
im riding for my homie
sometime this shi been lonely
all these boys they swear they know me 
this ho ride on dck like pony

pony (vrtex & okxise)

@rexv2 @user-3179930
Mixed by me & rexv2
Mastered by me
Vocals Performance by me & rexv2
Lyrics written by me & rexv2
Produced by olly & doxx

lyrics:

Yeah, you is not my homie
I don't fck with rapping ass ngas yeah, they phony
Told that ho to stop with all that yapping come and blow me
Yeah, I don't trust no btches I rock Doley
Im up in that new coupe btch it might be strike
If he playing with my brothers, we taking out his sight
Bitch I'm smoking till my lungs gone lil ho I'm tryn get right
If he speaking on my damn name, then his drink might get spike

(cxhset)
Racks in my, fck
Racks in my sweater
I been taking different drugs this shi fck my head up
Hoe said she put faith in me?
Btch like you know better
I got "douji feva" bitch i feel like retta
Btch I'm a young Flexer
I just run my checks up
If I cheated btch I fess up
Kill me if I mess up
I feel like I'm chosen
She get wet like ocean
When I pull up they gone notice
New diamonds they came frozen

Yeah, you is not my homie
I don't fck with rapping ass ngas yeah, they phony
Told that ho to stop with all that yapping come and blow me
Yeah, I don't trust no btches I rock Doley
Im up in that new coupe btch it might be strike
If he playing with my brothers, we taking out his sight
Bitch I'm smoking till my lungs gone lil ho I'm tryn get right
If he speaking on my damn name, then his drink might get spike

(rexv2)
Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
This ho tryna come up with something
On God I hate when this ho do assumptions
On God my ngas might pull up and rush him
On god we pull and blitz and we rushing
Btch,stop doing all that stunting
The switchy I walk in my ngas clutching
Lets get em up
Im tryna run up 100
She chilling
We kick that ho out like we punting
Goddamn tryna fck up my money
Goddamn with these percs in my stomach
Goddamn with these xans in my tummy
Put the drugs down I aint even fronting
Put the guns down I aint even fronting
And I'm going round to do ngas ugly
Yeah

(cxhset)
Yeah, you is not my homie
I don't fck with rapping ass ngas yeah, they phony
Told that ho to stop with all that yapping come and blow me
Yeah, I don't trust no btches I rock Doley
Im up in that new coupe btch it might be strike
If he playing with my brothers, we taking out his sight
Bitch I'm smoking till my lungs gone lil ho I'm tryn get right
If he speaking on my damn name, then his drink might get spike

strike w/ rexv2 (olly + doxx)

tiedye

rubi rose

All Plats

flex on ya

huh  (resin)

westside (Elijah Melo)

Produced by: jxcob

Artist(s): @savevalu @hunnasos 

Producer(s): @jxcccobbb

Stream on other platforms:
n/a

Mixed and Mastered by: soser, savevalu

Lyrics:

B-Bitch

Shout out twin, we got telepathy (bitch)
I’m gettin too high, it got the best of me, yuh 
If that was your ho, then how she left with me?
When you leave your man, you get the rest of me, yuh
We getting too high, feel like we can’t see, yuh
We goin’ too fast, baby can you keep up?
Walk in smell like gas, boy I stink like reefer

That’s yo ho, think she a keeper?
I know shit, it make ya leave her
Walk out the bando, smellin like reefer (yeah yeaa)
Owe me a band, boy come pay that fee up (fee)
Quit talking ‘bout what happen if you see us (yah yah)
I’m tryn be heavy lapping, colosseum
They see the kid doin’ good, and they happy to see him (good)
It’s just a habit to me, I ain’t really mean to fuck you over, that’s just how I see it (yeah)
Th-th-they be like “Young Valu ballin out,” Like NBA, ain’t no fuckin’ collegiate (swish, swish)
Yeah, if I told you about half of the things that i seen, i swear to God, you won’t believe it
Yeah, im just used to people leaving, so i reciprocate back with them texts, I ain’t seen that 
Ridin’ around with that glock, i hit that lil bitch in the lungs, now he need a CPAP

Yuh, them bullets send that
Got racks, I been had
that FN hit your bitch ass
Talk online but won’t spin that,
Oh yuh
Me and twin got twin telepathy yuh
So wild, I broke her heart, I got no empathy yuh
Uh, you look while I bleed ho,
Glock keep me safe, DJ Pedo
You can’t steal my swag, you’ll never know
Run up my racks, I’m the G.O.A.T
Yuh, me and my twin on sync, we on go
Y-Y-Yuh, twin telepathy, my twin already know itB-Bitch

Shout out twin, we got telepathy (bitch)
I’m gettin too high, it got the best of me, yuh 
If that was your ho, then how she left with me?
When you leave your man, you get the rest of me, yuh
We getting too high, feel like we can’t see, yuh
We goin’ too fast, baby can you keep up?
Walk in smell like gas, boy I stink like reefer

That’s yo ho, think she a keeper?
I know shit, it make ya leave her
Walk out the bando, smellin like reefer (yeah yeaa)
Owe me a band, boy come pay that fee up (fee)
Quit talking ‘bout what happen if you see us (yah yah)
I’m tryn be heavy lapping, colosseum
They see the kid doin’ good, and they happy to see him (good)
It’s just a habit to me, I ain’t really mean to fuck you over, that’s just how I see it (yeah)
Th-th-they be like “Young Valu ballin out,” Like NBA, ain’t no fuckin’ collegiate (swish, swish)
Yeah, if I told you about half of the things that i seen, i swear to God, you won’t believe it
Yeah, im just used to people leaving, so i reciprocate back with them texts, I ain’t seen that 
Ridin’ around with that glock, i hit that lil bitch in the lungs, now he need a CPAP

Yuh, them bullets send that
Got racks, I been had
that FN hit your bitch ass
Talk online but won’t spin that,
Oh yuh
Me and twin got twin telepathy yuh
So wild, I broke her heart, I got no empathy yuh
Uh, you look while I bleed ho,
Glock keep me safe, DJ Pedo
You can’t steal my swag, you’ll never know
Run up my racks, I’m the G.O.A.T
Yuh, me and my twin on sync, we on go
Y-Y-Yuh, twin telepathy, my twin already know it
(add this song to your playlist, W)
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