art by dilfguels
fts @jahhlu & @sadboyshaq

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move that dope ft jahhlu & sadboyshaq

@killomelet_ 
prod @killingfrancis @6ixxtyfeen
Art @fleshgxblin

KILLOMELET - GOKU [+KF x 6IXXTYFEEN]

100% Self Produced (Instruments/Vocals/Mixing/Recording/Beats)

Cacity - There He Goes...

PRINCESSHANDS!!

Yo, lemme spit this from the human side, straight bars, no chaser—
I’m just tryna cop a coffee on Ste-Catherine, mindin’ my bidness, when the whole damn block freeze…
I seen ‘em roll up, six deep in a matte-black Maybach stretch limo,
tinted windows cracked just enough for them bushy tails to flick out like mink stoles.
Driver’s a red squirrel in a silk Versace durag, gold acorn chain swingin’ heavy,
he hop out, pop the trunk—cases of Grey Goose and jars of imported Iranian pistachios.
They speakin’ that Québec squirrel creole, tabarnak this, câlice that, ostie de colon d’anglais,
but every curse got a Wall Street ticker taped to it—
“Yo, passe-moé les nuts, mon portefeuille est en crisse à 47 % YTD, sacrament!”
One fat grey général—think Napoleon but with diamond grills—
stands on the hood of the Maybach, tail arched like a gang sign,
barking orders in perfect Joual:
“On va short le TSX encore une fois, pis après on crash le FTSE pour le fun, baptême!”
They got iPhones bigger than they heads, FaceTimin’ squirrels in Tokyo, London, São Paulo,
all of ‘em laughing in synchronized crisse, counting billions in real time.
Bitches—human bitches—lined up ten deep just to get a selfie,
squirrels pose, middle paw up, throwin’ gang signs that spell “C-I-B-C” in fur.
I’m standin’ there, jaw on the ground,
one of ‘em locks eyes wit’ me—pure diva Elmo energy—
points a tiny claw and screams:
“Yo, toi là, le cave! T’as pas d’noix pour moé? J’te fais fermer ta marge d’call tomorrow, sacrament de crisse!”
Next thing I know, my TD app blowin’ up—account negative six figures,
while they all moonwalk across the crosswalk, dabbing to a remix of “Informez-vous” by Snow but with Dr. Dre beats.
Tail twerkin’, acorns rainin’ from the sky like strip-club singles,
and the whole crew chantin’:
“Québec squirrels run the world, ostie—pay up or get buried in options, mon homme!”
I just wanted a double-double…
Now I’m broke, shook, and low-key impressed.
These motherfuckers really did crash the NASDAQ in ‘87…
and they still flexin’ like it was yesterday.
Straight outta Parc Lafontaine, crazy rich rodents named Québec Squirrels—
if you ain’t got they nuts, you ain’t got no future, feel me?
Mic drop. Acorn hits the pavement like a gunshot.
They gone. Maybach peels out.
I’m left holdin’ an empty Tim’s cup… and a margin call.
Tabarnak.

Mindin' my own business.

TECHDECK!!

abandon myself just to see like whats the fuss about?
i got 2 nines on my hips that make you run around
i got 2 devils on my shoulder if you wonder how
i down bottle after bottle but it never helps
if you bit down on my soul i wouldnt scream for help


abandon myself just to see like whats the fuss about?
i got 2 nines on my hips that make you run around
i got 2 devils on my shoulder if you wonder how
i down bottle after bottle but it never helps
if you bit down on my soul i wouldnt scream for help


0fucks inside the function fuck the whole mood
and i would bless that faggot but id never know you
would never kill myself unless that bitch a full moon
you think im rotten but my soul collecting mold too

break the mirror turn the lights out
these faggots dont know i see through em like a nightgown
these benzos got me seeing black just like its night out
got so much water on my wrist that bitch might just sprout

abandon myself just to see like whats the fuss about?
i got 2 nines on my hips that make you run around
i got 2 devils on my shoulder if you wonder how
i down bottle after bottle but it never helps
if you bit down on my soul i wouldnt scream for help

abandon myself just to see like whats the fuss about?
i got 2 nines on my hips that make you run around
i got 2 devils on my shoulder if you wonder how
i down bottle after bottle but it never helps
if you bit down on my soul i wouldnt scream for help

0fucks inside the function fuck the whole mood
and i would bless that faggot but id never know you
would never kill myself unless that bitch a full moon
you think im rotten but my soul collecting mold too

SOULBITE!!

little freestyle i did to keep yall fed as i work on real shit,

art by @boogielazagna on insta

produced by the goat sixthsin

lyrics: look at the title goofy

POPAPU$$Y FREESTYLE [prod.sixthsin]

QUICKFIX!! (feat. LIL DUSKYYY)

Inst - www.instagram.com/lovel.ybaff/
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W.W.W.

QUICKFIX!! (feat. LIL DUSKYYY)

wavedash!!

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