April 29th, 2017

"I'M BACK MOTHERFUCKERS

PRODUCED BY ME

LYRICS:

SAY YOU A HARD HEADED BITCH NAH WE CAN'T FUCK WITH YOU,
SAY YOU A HARD HEADED BITCH NAH WE CAN'T FUCK WITH YOU.
WE DON'T NEGOTIATE WITH TERRORISTS SO FUCK UP OUT MY FACE YEAH LIL BITCH WE KNOW YOU SCARED OF US. [X2]

BITCH I'M RIPPING LIMBS OFF,
YOU GET IT NEXT IF YOU KEEP FUKIN ROUND.

YOU KNOW I LOVE IT WHEN YOU SHIT TALK,
MAKES ME WANNA PUT YOU IN THE GROUND.

I PUT A BLADE TO YOUR NECK,
MAKE A MOTHERFUCKER SQUIRM.

AND I'M JUST COMIN' FOR THE CHECK,
ME AND YAC, TEACHIN LESSONS MAKE EM LEARN.

SAY YOU A HARD HEADED BITCH NAH WE CAN'T FUCK WITH YOU,
SAY YOU A HARD HEADED BITCH NAH WE CAN'T FUCK WITH YOU.
WE DON'T NEGOTIATE WITH TERRORISTS SO FUCK UP OUT MY FACE, PUSSY BITCH WE KNOW YOU SCARED OF US. [X2]

THROWIN BODIES IN THE PIT WE WATCH EM BURN AY.
I SAID I NEVER GAVE A FUCK YOU SHOULDA LEARNED AY.
WE LET EM TALK JUSS KNO WE COMIN FOR YO ASS UH.
WE COME AND FIND YOU PULL YOU RIGHT UP OUT YOUR CLASS UH.

SWEAR ON MY LIFE I AIN'T NEVER BEEN SOFT,
WE COME AROUND YOU GON' KNOW THAT ISS US.
I'M REPPIN CROW AND THAT SUICIDE PACT,
GUESSIN YOU MISSIN US FUCK IT WE BACK.
I TOOK A BREAK THAT SHIT WASN'T FOR ME,
FUCK WHAT YOU LIKE I DO THIS FOR MYSELF,
NO MATTER WHAT YOU MAY THINK THAT IT SEEMS,
IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT THEN DO IT YOURSELF.

AGHILES: "THAT WAS GOOD""

THE PIT

August 22nd, 2018
Self-produced

SAID I WANT TO SMOKE
YOU CAN GET FUCKED UP
RUN IT ALL UP
THROW ME IN A JAIL CELL
FUCK IT NO LIMITS
WALK UP YOUR BEST SHOT
HOPE I GET SHOT
PUT ONE IN MY BRAIN BITCH
FUCK

HELL BENT
THIS LIFE AINT SHIT
LIKE WHATS UP
BET YOU STILL UPSET 'BOUT THAT BITCH WHAT THE FUCK

FUCK I PUT A HOLE
THROUGH YOUR DOOR
FUCK IT LETS GO
I WANT WAR
[x4]

PROD. ME

LYRICS WILL BE HERE SOON MAYBE

ART BY @c3of

SUPER HERO

LYRICS:

I could sell my soul to whoever it cost like two fifty
anywhere I go if I'm moving my brothers move with me
If I had to do it and *** bet you they shoot with me
Cocaine with malone motherfucker I'm feeling too Whitney

I don't smoke I fuck with drinking strictly
I get back inside of Florida with Gavin whipping
I'm on half a fucking bottle of the screwball
Jumping out the whip on the interstate hope somebody hit me

I fuck with only negativity
I don't wanna kill you but it is a possibility
Every time you talk to me you up the probability
Go to bed and plan it in my head so specifically

I'm a fucking monster I'm a cryptid bitch
I don't talk 'bout none of that shit unless it's encrypted bitch
Planned for this to happen and it play out like I scripted it
I hope when I check up on you next you been evicted bitch

I hope everybody die before they twenty five
Fuck it I hope everybody die before they learn to drive
I don't got no money in my pockets I got twenty knives
I been tryna hate on everybody my entire life

Pray to every page of this religious text that you be next
You don't make it past another year boy that's a fucking bet
You think you invincible it's just that you ain't met me yet
I want my percentage every penny that you fucking get
 
You could ride with whoever you want, pussy
I been fucking better than you since I dropped bully
Fraction of what I could do is a hundred times of two of you
I go where I want motherfucker I'm skipping every queue

Everything that happened to you it's 'cause you deserve it
I want you to know if I hurt you it's on purpose
Shouts to everybody on the street that's in the service
Check out down this barrel for a second don't be nervous

TWO FIFTY W/ HEN$HAW [PROD. FONY WALLACE]

die tomorrow [feat. biv]

MUSIC VIDEO

WOAH [PROD. TEENAGE DISASTER]

WOLF [PROD. BIV]

soundcloud is a desolate wasteland

late upload

TALK TO GOD [PROD. BLCKK X AMERTUME]

LYRICS

BLCKK:

I don't feel sorry for shit. fuck 'em I'll do it again, pussy
Promise, you play with me bitch I could fuck 'round and put it to bed, pussy
My album drop in this bitch and it flip all y'all shit on it's head, pussy
I been on top of this shit I don't talk to nobody you dead, pussy

Stop bitching, this business
I could smoke a whole top five with my mixes
Underground dead I'm the only one vicious
You could drop a hundred song tape full of front page snitching it don't matter you don't got one witness
Pussy I did it
Something 'bout me too different
You got my blueprint, I been it, bitch

I don't bitch on the internet 'bout it, get handled on wax or my two fists dead it
If I said something 'bout you I promise you run back that bar you 'gon know that I said it
I'm not sneaking nobody bitch I'll put names in that shit and then send you a snippet
If I hated you that much, boy I'd be standing on trial or fully convicted

I'm tryna empty one out, fed up I'm pushing my limit
Watch what the fuck I'm about, I send that faggot to heaven
Ay get the fuck on the ground, this not no regular section
Can't even check the amount I smoked too many rappers to count

BIV: 

Fuck it I'm poppin again
Who the fuck breaking the bread
Buddy just wanna pretend
Money been talkin a lot
But I ain't give a fuck what it said

Step on my name, bitch I'm steppin on heads
I'll burn that cash with the bed
I ain't given into dreams again
I left that shit with the dead

Yall too calm with the bitch shit
Cutting off his top, we don't fidget
Movin my work like a king pin
Yall been fed you a piglet

Militant walk ya section
Manage your tone we could fix it
100k tucked like loose cense
Yall just following the blueprints

Bitch you ain't poppin
Pushed to the side
We got runnin back options
Letting it go to ya noggin
How ya man say he a problem
Till we come runnin up knockin 

Bitch they been tracin my steps
I don't forgive or forget
They couldn't earn what I spent

Yall not a threat
Fuck around find where he went
Bitch what's ya intent
Bitch I'll be here for a minute
Yall just been lookin for rent

Fuck all that making a friend
I love the hate that I get
Pussy I double it right at ya head
Right at ya head yuh

BLUEPRINT (FEAT. BIV) [PROD. NIGHTRDD X MAXMIZACION]

SNIPPED

TRENCHES:
bitch boy better fold try get it
imma hit you with that adderall acid and get to scraping
i dont fuck with no bitches
i might shoot up that dirty go 35 in a minute 
critical? bitch on your dick at all
bitch wanna scheme it wanna hit me? get the pattern off
no
everybody wanna see me wanna blow
fuck a stove fuck a rope
imma hit you with a hatchet bitch
lactic elaborate when im stabbing up a canister

.33:
walk what I talk
I dont give a fuck leave you sleepin' in some chalk
bullets in a glock
shootin' at the flock
bloody fuckin' hands I dont know if I can stop

bitch I need some more
pour a four 
down my throat 
in the dark
where I walk
give a fuck
overdose

*unintelligible*

TRENCHES: 
i got bad batch on the move
get the 30, get to purring up the stomach
yeah the stew, what it do
i dont want no pussy not in mood
i got priorities bitch i got the siren to be scared of 
cause im wired when im riding up my sinus with the razor
keep on spiral with the tire nearly dying i love metal

bitch i make no money, and i like it
rob on some shit if i cant itch my sinus

SNIPPED

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