🎶🎶 nympho prod yrsci #celeste 🤭 *poke*

I look bad #youcandoit

I complain but not a lot
keep on talkin put ya mans inna dump
w my brudda yea we stay in kazakhstan countin guap
i wld never b yo friends is sum chumps
always feel some typa way like I won't make it to the top
i aint countin bread, i been moving dead fa some months
keep him over there, all my homies knew he was a cop

u ain killin me
my friends n I all wanna bleed
u ain healing me
walk away n let it be
im w my other side
yk its jus him n me
ik he wanna die
he dont wanna save a thing

Kazakhstan

bankroll💸 prod dreamnote & fashionist

@twopercs @ifucnsaiah
prod me prod me prod me prod me

twopercs first
den its me
izzy finishes

nauseous ft twopercs & ifucnsaiah

for me

@1lavi

all white when i step out dont get my outfit dirty 
dont think u cuffed the right ho cus that bitch hella flirty
i stomp that nigga face in my forces hella bloody
dirty sprite im leaning my cup stay muddy
i cannot trust these niggas they only want my $$$
im done fw hoes they only wanna fuck me
walk through tsa molly inside my dasani
bby suck me so good my soul out my body
paint dat pussy nigga his momma nose runny
watchin sml lsd inside my tummy
wolves hunt at night and im a hound
its dark out we got dem beams out
bad asian ho hml said ni hao
her pussy good threw it back said meow
bruh im so careless i fuck her den im out
she jus got married made her cheat on her spouse
choppa rip dat boy apart he bleedin out
left that nigga body on the fuckin ground




u can look , dont touch : prod lavi

old vent song diss whatever from 2024

[Verse]

Rats in the gutter, they scurry for crumbs,

Streets hum, heartbeat like war drums,

Teeth sharp, biting through steel for the bread,

Snake skin boots where the angels bled.



Money flips, acrobat routine,

Toxic fumes in the limousine,

Clock tick-tock, it’s a countdown flex,

Numbers roll, roulette, cash complex.



[Chorus]

Rattle the cage, let it all go,

Heavy on the bass, let the venom flow,

Rattle the cage, break what you know,

Trap in my veins, I’m the undertow.



[Verse 2]

Dark sky draped in a chain-link mist,

Wrist lit, glacier twist, a diamond fist,

City growls, neon veins pulse in the haze,

Ego sharp, I cut through the maze.



Currency whispers, it speaks in tongues,

Hunger a beast that devours the young,

Dreams stitched up in a counterfeit cloth,

Gold in the gutter, but the soul’s the cost.



[Chorus]

Rattle the cage, let it all go,

Heavy on the bass, let the venom flow,

Rattle the cage, break what you know,

Trap in my veins, I’m the undertow.

Rattle the Cage

WOOD ABOVE THE FACE. THE SILENT HOLE. "BURIAL ALIVE" is a deeply claustrophobic track that puts the listener inside the coffin. The beat is defined by the slow, oppressive pulse of the sub-bass (the heartbeat) and the muffled sounds of the external world. The lyrics detail the terrifying lack of space, the crushing weight of the dirt, and the futile struggle for air. Your scream is swallowed by the earth. The wood is the final wall. This is where the story ends.
#DarkTrap #Horrorcore #ShadowRap #UndergroundHipHop #Phonk #IndustrialTrap #Sesh #BonesTypeBeat #Switchblade #Distorted #Explicit

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