@glorytee

chop wit a green light, i might let it go
got tits like a stripper bitch right on the pole
CAN'T FUCK WITH THESE NIGGAS, THESE NIGGAS BE-
i don't gotta say it
YOU ALREADY KNOW

bands on his head, so i might have to pop him
forgot the stick so i might have to drop him
flipping the bird like a nigga steve austin
ROLLING HIS PACK UP, THIS SHIT GOT ME COUGHING

i might just pull up and-
hol up, wait
I MIGHT JUST PULL UP AND AIM AT HIS FACE
HE TALKING THAT SHIT, I'M INVADING HIS SPACE
STICKED UP LIKE A PENCIL, THIS CHOPPA ERASE

he stepping to me, then i'm tagging his toe
and then have all my niggas go bag on his hoe
no we ain't finna rumble, cause i got a pole
he get popped like a bubble
I MIGHT LET IT BLOW

ALL OF MY NIGGAS GOT GLICKS IN THIS BITCH
WE AIRING IT OUT TIL IT CLICK IN THIS BITCH
HE COULD GET SOCKED LIKE A PIT IN THIS BITCH
GOT BLOOD ON HIS MF RICK IN THIS BITCH

i might go put that nigga in a ditch
IT SOUND LIKE A CHOPPA, THIS GLOCK GOT A SWITCH
GET HIT IN HIS NECK, ON THE GROUND HE GON TWITCH
UNLIMITED CLIP LIKE A MF GLITCH
bitch.

#GREENLIGHT! [PROD. BY GLORYTEE]

HOLD ON! [W/ EXILESFUNERAL] [PROD. SHAKETRIXX]

LYRICS:

VERSE:

SICK IN THE HEAD
BITCH I BEEN LAID TO REST
WATCHING MY ENEMIES CRAWL TO THEIR DEATH
WATCHING THE BLOOD COME RIGHT OUT OF THEIR CHEST
I’M THAT DEMON THAT CREEPING RIGHT UNDER YOUR BED
I’M NOT A MENACE 
LIL BITCH I’M A THREAT
TIE UP THE ROPE THEN IT’S OFF WITH HIS HEAD
DEPRESSED AND POSSESSED 
A BIT FUCKED IN THE HEAD
READY OR NOT 
HERE I COME WITH THE DEAD

HOOK:
BITCH I’M FUCKED IN THE HEAD
FUCKED IN THE HEAD
(X8)

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Mixed & Mastered By: K.$. (@_kdollaa)

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Enough Of This

Ready Or Not

READY OR NOT

Stream: https://too.fm/7k6py4j
produced by: Michael Link

Lyrics:

I just caught bro out this shit in the net 
I just caught bro like a spider my web 
9/10 run down on me I’m deadstock 
Hits in my catalogue blow up like deathstar 
Icy down port cicle winter my neck 
Grew up poor do anything for a check 
Most importantly I’ve tussled with death and then rose victorious your boy is a threat 
Black eye lover shot a split on the lip
No I’m not a stranger to fucking my fist up 
Hit for the bag that he had then we dip 
Can’t have no feelings about it I’m too raw 
What up baby ? 
What up lately ?
I don’t wanna talk about it 
Wanna be about I know that that sounds crazy 

I need 100 on my wrist 
That 40 on hip 
Likes to talk a lot of shit 
Don’t blame it, same reason why I spit 
Fuck fame it’s the money and respect that I came for Boy you not a spec on my radar 
Shoot and splatter red like it’s paintball 
Imma keep it real man I hate yall 
With everything I got 
Bottom of my heart 
And until it fucking stop 
You gon see me outside in your hood 
Just like a battery 
Funny cause actually 
Real life reality, you’d be a casualty to me, to me 
Like What up baby ? 
What up lately ?
I don’t wanna talk about it 
Wanna be about I know that that sounds crazy 
Like what up baby?
I been patient 
And so imma need em dead inside 
At least on suicide watch 
Got your grave spent money on the plot 
Now multiply it 100 fucking times 
One for you and for everyone you rock with 
Locked in, and you locked in with me I’d rather drop then concede lil bitch 

What up baby ? 
What up lately ? 
I don’t wanna talk about it 
Wanna be about I know that that sounds crazy
Like-

REBEL

CASUALTY

highspeed {tdf & perc40}

Prod. REVERSE

I just got to keep my shit together 
These fuckers not my brothers
Everybody change cause now I got something
The way you look online, you oblivious 
You could try if you wanna die lil pretty bitch 
I got a homie with three eyes and he got a switch 
You ain’t cheese but I make you swiss 
Fist fight me boy I know you miss 
How that concrete taste in between your lips 

Head trauma, make that boy fuckin start glitchin
If I had to hide a body I would cut it in my kitchen 
Call his mama, cause he gonna end up fuckin missin
You send me off to hell I don’t care about religion 
Head trauma, make that boy fuckin start glitchin
If I had to hide a body I would cut it in my kitchen 
Call his mama, cause he gonna end up fuckin missin
You send me off to hell I don’t care about religion 

Yeah, I can see right through you 
You fuckin low life’s drag me down but I’m used to it 
I won’t stick I’m gon’ be homeless in Houston 
I don’t like this town everybody here is useless 

I just got to keep my shit together 
These fuckers not my brothers
Everybody change cause now I got something
The way you look online, you oblivious 
You could try if you wanna die lil pretty bitch 
I got a homie with three eyes and he got a switch 
You ain’t cheese but I make you swiss 
Fist fight me boy I know you miss 
How that concrete taste in between your lips

Head Trauma

Untitled

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