OXYBLOOD & JOBANZ! - DISCIPLES [prod. tenshixgod]

oxyblood & jobanz! - show it [prod. tenshixgod]

collab with jobanz!

follow him he's cool

vibe type beat

vibe - sped up

reggae and calypso: russ millions, j1theflames, etc
i do not own the rights to this beat nor do i make profit off this song or any i make for that matter. all for fun

fuck the opps

lyrics:

if i wanna pull up in the benz that’s cool i’ll shoot up ya party won’t stop at heart im a killa i let shit pop come round my way when the shit get dark like
i make it get scary on sight got red dot beam with the bright strobe light like
hk im claiming that title wanna try my boys we bite you

only said that once cuz the gang on block
and if you move real wrong then your boys get rocked
imma stack up my bands while you stacking up rocks
imma do my lil dance while you begging the ock
and we moving like flash how we dodging the cops
cop a p or a o if you not then you stop
catch me loading the mag for the 9 and the chop
now it’s one in the head that bitch hang off his top

if i wanna roll up in the x6m imma bring alla sticks multiply by 10
i been hawkin and lurking all up inna sev
imma catch me a opp fore i get me a bev
say you thug but you not we pull up to yo spot when we catch you we find you we leaving you dead 
all my brothers roll up in the city like 250 we putting one right in his head

yea im finna fight up inna road if ion got no pole put that shit on my soul like
mobbin the city we hit up the fendi we buy out the lot put that shit on the road like
said they coming in hot but i know they is not cuz they ain’t really slime or on go type 
way this bitch steady yap got me so tight
fuck you thought bringin knives to a gun fight

i walk up in prada i got me a baddie
ain’t poppin no xan boy i pop me an addie
i ran up my bands and i got me a sack got a 9 and a drac so you know ion lack
hit him one and a two now my point getting through put a chop to his skull yea he making the news
puttin one in his face i ain’t making a case boy im doing the race n i pull off and zoom

i aim and i slice i step in the ride
i move like tee wit my gun and my knife
gotta find new cat where the body is wide
come back to the block where i slip one and slide like
i came to miami for high life, move wrong end yours for a highlight
i move off a percy he dancin he jerkin got chrome to his head like he ai

cop a new maybach that shi come with a fridge stay coolin my henny while im fuckin my bitch
stay stacking these racks fill up alla the bags by the time that we done gon be new type of rich

230 miles per hour in the s2000 im hawking the opps down
the pack from atlanta we sip dirty fanta im catching that opp on the spot now
i ain’t feeling fists and i ain’t feeling knives so that boy he about to get gunned down
i be in the trap till it’s sundown, im hoping that police don’t come round

i don’t give a fuck bout what set you claim
imma load my beretta im making it rain
ion wanna throw hands i got too many bands jus upping my tool n i leave you in pain
i murder a pussy jus like it’s a beat 
ain’t hiding your body we leave you in street
i been up with my brothers ain’t riding no other we pull up with colts and we take out yo fleet

if i wanna pull up in the benz that’s cool i’ll shoot up ya party won’t stop at heart im a killa i let shit pop come round my way when the shit get dark like
i make it get scary on sight got red dot beam with the bright strobe light like
hk im claiming that title wanna try my boys we bite you

reggae and calypso

lyrics -

(hook):
[aux]
ring up the boys its time for an outin', 
suns out guns out you really aint bout it,
[tee]
me and my guys,
we're posted up on they block bro i beg you dont jam with it
[aux]
feel like im different the way that im routed,
stackin up money this shit is a mountain,
[tee]
this shit is a mountain,
we came from nothing to thousands imma dibs on a million,
[aux]
kill that kid no abortion, 
toke when i portion the packs im doing it,
[tee]
this bitch be giving me brain like, (what) 
guess i aint the stupidest,
[aux]
hop out the whip and extort 'em,
these yg's got bun for the thrill of it,
[tee]
blicks and flicks come unlimited,
cah it seemed like he wanted it,

(verse 1):
[aux]
swing my blade and turn him to gojo thats a low blow usually im solo,
but touch tee and im goin loco,
rev the ding dong you man run like slow pokes,
know me i can never do slow flow,
ill shoot rhymes straight out the dome tho,
i hit gym and im feeling bolo, 
we can go Fist4Fist you bozo,

(verse 3):
[tee]
listen this aint no hook no mo, 
me and aux in the cut spittin fax therefore,
you gotta pree these lines cah this is the life i live,
man do it 4 da cause,
ive done it more than your local slapper,
you'll get chinged in the spine and put on a banner,
i'll do it once and i'll do it again, aye bro rise that mash and fill it on dem'

(hook 2):
[aux]
ring up the boys its time for an outin', 
suns out guns out you really aint bout it,
[tee]
me and my guys,
we're posted up on they block bro i beg you dont jam with it
[aux]
feel like im different the way that im routed,
stackin up money this shit is a mountain,
[tee]
this shit is a mountain,
we came from nothing to thousands imma dibs on a million,
[aux]
kill that kid no abortion, 
toke when i portion the packs im doing it,
[tee]
this bitch be giving me brain like, (what) 
guess i aint the stupidest,
[aux]
hop out the whip and extort 'em,
these yg's got bun for the thrill of it,
[tee]
blicks and flicks come unlimited,
cah it seemed like he wanted it,
(end)

tee x aux - summer [engineered by tee]

PTSD pt. 2
produced by fooly

lyrics:

where the fuck did you get the idea that i’m ever gon switch up onna gang
you been a lame i ain’t fuckin playin
i’ll blow a hole up in yo fuckin brain

reconstructing my life from nothing don’t let me find out yo bitch ass bluffin
whippin up dope n i stir it up good up in thanksgiving time you could call the shit stuffing

i give him ptsd from the thought of me 
honestly i just be fucking with modesty
running yo pockets i tell em to get on knees
i just want war like im champion of the street
i told em pull up get broken like celery
i told my lil bro to lay off the selling green
fuckin with me that shit where the death sentence be
all black coupe when i pull up it’s menacing

ion really give a fuck bout who you cool with who yo gang is
if you the wrong one then im dangerous
i’ll fuck around and make it painless
i’ll pull up in an all black fit imma fuck around and stomp his face red
if he fuckin with me then he fuckin with street imma pull up wit crew and we leave em dead

i gotta be in the street cuz i jus wanna eat
and i don’t wanna feel the hunger
been onna grind since like 2019
and im lightning speed ion hear the thunder
moving the dope ain’t got nowhere to go i was sweating them bullets when they pulled us over
i been with the shits n i been catching licks
when the feds rolled thru boy the streets was colder

you ain’t really capable of knowing what i been through 
been woken up with a pistol 
god damn it shoulda been this dude
i sit up in the night tormented by the fuckin victims
and i look next you’re the fifth one
god damn i shoulda been different

where the fuck did you get the idea that i’m ever gon switch up onna gang
you been a lame i ain’t fuckin playin
i’ll blow a hole up in yo fuckin brain

reconstructing my life from nothing don’t let me find out yo bitch ass bluffin
whippin up dope n i stir it up good up in thanksgiving time you could call the shit stuffing

where the fuck did you get the idea that i’m ever gon switch up onna gang
you been a lame i ain’t fuckin playin
i’ll blow a hole up in yo fuckin brain

reconstructing my life from nothing don’t let me find out yo bitch ass bluffin
whippin up dope n i stir it up good up in thanksgiving time you could call the shit stuffing

i give him ptsd from the thought of me 
honestly i just be fucking with modesty
running yo pockets i tell em to get on knees
i just want war like im champion of the street
i told em pull up get broken like celery
i told my lil bro to lay off the selling green
fuckin with me that shit where the death sentence be
all black coupe when i pull up it’s menacing

OPUS (prod.fooly)

leviticus