Prod. Donnie katana 
Mixed by: @staycursed 

Lyrics: 

[hook]
March in wit the clan I hope fucking ready, was talking shit but now I’m bringing Armageddon. 
Why you running if you said it then you said it. 
Here come a fucking round, to open up ur head. 

[Verse]
Clutching sticks and poles, I know that bitch gone fucking fold. Can’t ever trust a soul, I watched my bro turn to a foe. These pussy niggas hoes, I might just snatch they fucking soul. This pole gone lift a hoe & turn his ass into a ghost. I wake up crack a seal, I know this pint is fucking real. Cause if it ain’t I’m finna pump the plug up wit some Steel. I’m tryna get a mill & put my mom up in the hills. So imma keep on going, til I get a fucking deal

Lust - Armageddon [cursed] * ON ALL PLATFORMS *

LYK PT. 2  w/ $UHKIMA

stacking dis shi like bricks on bricks 
we in the crib got sticks on sticks 
dis ain’t no lollipop we hit a lick 
knockin his top off left in a ditch
i got the guap on me can’t lie 
i got em dawgs wit me and we high 
high wit da nines high wit da mf gang 
yu niggas can’t claim u a 9

u niggas can’t claim that we gang 
cuz u ain’t over here when we losing the game 
only be there for the money or fame
if it wasn’t for that u would switch in a day 
color me shocked cuz I swear dat u had it 
but guess dat u didn’t 
ride wit da usos we from the pacific 
toko and uso ykno how he hittin 
hit like a mf truck 
no buckshot
finna reup on da gas 
no pump stop
we gonna pack him up 
like a lunch box 
leave him holes 
and they fillin w blood clots 
after dat shi u gon need paramedics 
money be beautiful it’s so angelic 
just like a angel the money be blessin 
shoutout to god I’m gon send him a message 
we leave his ass on the road 
always stick to the code
never switch on the bros 
if a ho want talk 
better talk on the phone
if a opp want talk
let em talk to the pole 
just like a chief in the village I’m chiefin 
fuck on da ho and dat bitch hella screaming 
on a 2 man wit da boy tag teamin 
just like a bottle get popped now he leakin 
the money and fuck shi I keep it separate
talk about me he get whacked like a Mexican 
crossin da cult den the whole gang pressin it 
Andrew Jackson my number one President 
i be the real deal all of em rip offs
quick draw gang when im lettin dat stick off 
runnin it back like a nigga on kick off 
pack touchdown yea we finna lift off 

stacking dis shi like bricks on bricks 
we in the crib got sticks on sticks 
dis ain’t no lollipop we hit a lick 
knockin his top off left in a ditch
i got the guap on me can’t lie 
i got em dawgs wit me and we high 
high wit da nines high wit da mf gang 
yu niggas can’t claim u a 9
 - $hinji

Stix on Stix (Prod. Twstr)

lyrics: 

i hear dat money its callin me
dem hollows gon fuck up ya arterires
dem 556 gon blitz big clip
goth bitch freak and she want all of me
the choppa just like helicopter
we pull up on u n get slaugheted
bitch i fuck on ya daughter
shot up ya boi now he gon need a doctor

tall ass building
told the boy come thru
yea we could match 
if its half past 2
i dont know you
and i dont know her
finna go out to LA
and link wit the crew
big magazine
come out ya spleen
ask me who did it
i dont know a thing
henny gon make a happy ass nigga
pour up a bottle yea im wit da team
going to fairview 
go bring a gun witchu
just like the mob i aint done witchu
bitch stop acting like i was in love withcu
my bro finna ride ima run witchu
best not catch u when u on the premises
u finna turn to my nemesis
sippin on drank lil boy u be stretchin it
so many hoes in my messages
i aint got time gotta go check my calendar
drank turn pink wit the lavender
big ass chop n it got high caliber
love mary jane i be wrappin her
go down the block yea i see you
u get put in the ICU
we got em lasers like we playin tag
gen4 glock yea dat shi old news
all dese narcotics gon fuck up my head
fuck on dat bitch we aint fuck on the bed
fuck in the beam go high speed
i got the glock it gon leave yo ass dead
flexin dis paper i made it
dont need a bitch dont need complications
sucess my one destination
im finna chase it dont need complicate it
just like allen get crossed out
feel like gianiss lil boy u get boxed out
hated on us now we up now
up in the field yea we just gotta touch down
fly out to cali i touch down
smokin dis strain im in love now
me and the 9s in the compound
run up on us and u gon hear sun gun sounds
i dont complain i just work
better for worse u gonna get hurt
diamonds like chandaliers up in a church
them boys keep dying they never gon learn
fly overseas wit a visa
i got connections mite to go ibiza
never gon fw treesha
cheese on top yea it just like a pizza

 - $hinji

Lavender (Prod. Twstr)

got em glocks wit em switches
wit da cult ain’t never switchin
getting motion like a piston 
and dem snakes be always hissin
catch him lackin at the light 
he won’t see it turn to green 
soul snatcher take his life 
do it fast won’t make a scene 

we be up at Palm Springs 
tryna see what’s going on
when u walkin on the street 
u better pray u not alone 
want da smoke but where da fye 
yea dat ball it never lie 
If u got it better shoot 
we making moves ain’t never tired 
got my eyes up on the prize 
im too focused in my lane 
and I’m always MIA 
but I ain’t talking paper planes
ever since she broke my heart
yea dis shit aint been the same
I surround myself wit bosses 
never fuckin wit no lames
hoppin out wit da strap 
he can’t even match my stacks 
dey be fragile like some glass 
so how u post 2 make it last 
we be burning up dat wax 
do yo homework on my past 
u be flexing all yo money 
but my cash be in the stache 
never let em knock my shine 
and if u still broke den dats a crime
better get up off yo ass and make a play go fuckin grind 
finna ash it on yo bitch
homie bro like where da zip
havent seen my twin in ages
had to ask him how its been

got em glocks wit em switches
wit da cult ain’t never switchin
getting motion like a piston 
and dem snakes be always hissin
catch him lackin at the light 
he won’t see it turn to green 
soul snatcher take his life 
do it fast won’t make a scene 

since a jit i had it written
shooters tuff like scottie pippen
i felt bad for dat lil boy
cuz he got caught without a weapon
1st class u in detention
do the math and make a profit
calculate these fuckin lines
i pour it up den i be off it
glocky like to fuck a nigga
it be hidden in the closet
lets go see if he can fly
send em up he in a coffin
ain’t no playin wit dem racks
shordy said she from the raq 
yeah my money like oneal
tall asf i call it shaq 
how u stab me in the back
did my ass it just like a caesar
gotta put em in da dirt 
6 feet gon lay beneath it 
I jus treat it how I see it 
niggas fake yea I done peeped it
putcho block inside dis blunt 
we see dem boys and we gon bleed it

got em glocks wit em switches
wit da cult ain’t never switchin
getting motion like a piston 
and dem snakes be always hissin
catch him lackin at the light 
he won’t see it turn to green 
soul snatcher take his life 
do it fast won’t make a scene 
 - $hinji

Stix on Stix (Prod. Twstr)

$HINJI (@shinjispalace)

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