ALL ROYALTIES GO THE ESTATE OF MARIANO (NEO)

BISCOFF FREESTYLE - MITCHIE BRUSKO (PROD. BY JUST DAN)

RIPPIN

The Bigger Portrait

Talk It Out (feat. Kid Official)

OPEN SZN

Decisions (Prod. by Scott Supreme)

Y.o.Y (feat. Styme)(Prod. by Lezter)

"Open SZN" Full Album by MitchSimply

LYRICS:

________________________

Im locked 
And loaded 

OPEN SEASON

Been on my killing spree 
Been with the winning 

Who imma go ahead 
And fucking 
Eat up for dinner 


Been on my killing spree
Back in the hunt 
50 my caliber 
Back oh the gun 
It’s open season
(2x)

__________________________


Lil man
He rock wit the ghillie suit 
Flow and the style
Man it’s so 
Unforgettable 

I could see why 
They go copy machine
Now they fuck 
With the kid 
They gone
rock it with  dean 

Mess around 
let em breathe
Never really Nothing 
Cause they fucking with the kid

Come up
With the dumbshit 
Never ever did

Casue im running 
With the playbook
Shit been legit

Look at my ethic

Ya’ll cannot see cause yo 
Vision bad 

They try to hide
From me 

I put all these fuckers
On infared 

You would never get 
stacks from me
Take this 
shit
Back
Country 

Cause imma go and
Imma get some

Taking shots without bullets
No smithon and wesson  


[CHORUS]


Load up the magazine 
Orange shirt
Looking like a 
Tangerine 

I Break a smile 
When the top drop
Back of the beam

I got 
Face paint 
looking
Like a damn marine 

Been on my shit
While the camera’s off 

I been going going hard
There’s no actin soft

Flex in the back 
with  the cap 

Cause im a happy camper 
Wearing 
camouflage

Back and I’m at it 
Way that they move 
Man  it had to happen 
Gotta me 

Double checkin 
With the mathematics

Man I had to
Have it 

Want me  the wraith 
Im a phantom addict 

Undercover I been
Ready
If he gone run up 
I get the machete like 
Imma go through 
You like  Bennett
Packing like 
Fedex 
Well shit 
Thassa bet 
And best not 
Forget it 
Like 

[CHORUS]

OPEN SZN (Prod. by No30)

"Open SZN" Full Album by MitchSimply

LYRICS: 

_________________________

Going ApeShit
Yall thought I was really
In the Pit
(In the Pit)
Smoking grapes man
We really getting Lit
(Getting Lit)

Bombay
I just need 
To drink
A fifth

Matador
Man I’m really
In The Pit

I’m really in the Pit 
(In the Pit)

It’s going down 
In the pit
(Yessir)
We getting Lit

burn it down
In the Pit 
(Waasss up)
We Hit the Switch} (x2)

_________________________

(Yuh)
One for the money
It’s coming 
I wait in the lab
And I stay up to something

I be it 
I had to believe it
Im Throwing up money
My wallet 
Bulimic

Smoking on Treetop 
rolling round
Walking on reeboks

Might Hit that Preme Shop
Cause I’ll flatline
Fore I detox


Hit the spot 
And that’s regulation
Mix the pot with
That hell 
We raisin

Dollar making
Weed so loud
They might call the station
That’s Too bad

I do that
Hit the haters with a 
news flash

Don’t stop for shit
I move through that

Breaking 
yo stance Like a fullback (and I do) (Ooh)
You see the story
no alibi
Fore she met me 
Man the back was fine

Smoking a half
In half the time

And I’m fortunate 
Vanna White

Gotta roll up 
in the escalade
Stick to the plan
get hella paid
I used to work off a dell
But it’s business 
And I delegate

Monstrous
& I Been that

Competition
They where?

Boss shit
& and I did that

Coppin me the wayfarers

on a roll
And I Wont stop
They dropping dead for that low 


This that Run wit the bulls
Type shit
Come with the booze
Throwing rages on the roof 
Type shit

Young with the new 
Nice whip
Gotta prove my shit
Got me wondering Like who 
My bitch?

Cool

Gotta bust a move
She gone tag along
She gone 
Fuck the crew 

Live yo life
And that’s up to you

We done shown
Up
We didn’t come to lose

Go dumb wit it
I lose brain cells
 +++BREAK++++ (HUH?)


Say they buzzin 
But I cant tell (NAH)

Over the line
I Put overtime
Working like a young man
dont
Know the time

Eating like I’m on a second plate
Gone get the steak
And that’s bonafide
Fuck with the way I cook tracks

Gone look at em back 
With the stoner eyes


Got me going 
Imma get em
Witta underwater 3 point shot
Hit the block
 And I wet em 
With a forty five magnum
Roll the weed 
Then the cash come 
Like a whiteboy
Walking in a pacsun

Ill be bending the track
know I better with that
do it right
I put myself on the map
I be flexxin 
With the Feds on my back 
Go and check on the facts
I’m all-state 
Like a Letterman Jack


Who you think the one who 
Looking at the angles

Who you think the one 
Cooking up bangers

Who you think
Got the flow
In the area code 
Where everything outrageous


They aint got it like 
Mitch

They aint popping like 
Mitch

Im still 

[CHROUS]

P.I.T (Prod. by Scott Supreme)

"Open SZN" Full Album by MitchSimply

LYRICS:
__________________________
Homie 
I’m pumped up

Now I’m too faded

I ain’t mess around with them jokers 
Now I’m Bruce Waynin

Homie 
I’m pumped up
Now it’s 
Smooth Sailing

Homie 
Im pumped up
And plumped out
You look deflated


________________________

You got mismatches

Punk dudes


Shacked out 
I got pumped shoes

Mastermind
Cheefu
That fake shit
I’m gone 
See through

(ooh)
Just like a canopy
I got it covered
Throwing my sanity
Into the gutter
Standard of vanity
Taking no flattery
I let it flutter
Back

I’m done with that

clown around
have fun with that

Hit play 
And record the realness
Ya’ll be stuck on them
Cover tracks

(Runnin like that Breeders Cup)
 
Guess 
thass the bet

1 percent
I still pass the test

Yo movement
Man 
That’s a wreck

4th & inches

Last stretch 
 
Bosstin up
On that backend

Im iced up 
Snowbound
studio
and I’m trapped in

Ya’ll chumped up
Get pumped up
We running up that wire

Peel out of that
Dealership
My dude just pump them tires

Pumped Up (Prod. by JGlad)

Chorus: I want the gainz

we going way way way way 
i want the gainz 
throw up the gang gang gang gang 
part of the game 

We going way way way way 
I want the gainz 

I want the 
i want the 
i want the 
I want the 

Gainz
_____________________________
Flex a lot I cant miss the hoop 
Chugging water 
I be dripping juice 
I said i never got a fucking minute dude 
milly rocking now ya miserable 
Sending shots and now im killing you
Walhberg im invincible
On it til im at the the pinnacle 
You want the wheaties then u better
Eat all ur cereal

You been the one getting posterized 
Mama told me keep my shoulders wide 

Back when the pants was a hand me down 
Back when the wardrobe was oversized 

I been the boy from the pictures 
I done came up from the trenches 
never been nice wit it 
always been 
More than malicious 

You heard the flo now u know whats up 
Call me bregman 
With the golden glove 
rep for my city 
I know its love 

Only 2k when im going up 

I got the bread still 
Gone get the gains like treadmill 
Footsteps ah my enemies 
But if I dont get him 
Them feds will 

Pussy boy he dont get gains 
Never talk  
I just get the frames
check ya balance
And ill check ya change 

I cant wait until
I get the range 

Too hot i might break the gauge 
MitchSImply if you taking names 
Imma take it to the world but i want the

I want the gainz

we going way way way way 
i want the gainz 
throw up the gang gang gang gang 
part of the game 

We going way way way way 
I want the gainz 

I want the 
i want the 
i want the 
I want the 

Gainz
__________________

I done got the gains 
Homie 
Why the fuck you say  that 
 
Nowadays I only pay attention
To my paycheck 

alwyas talking truth around the city 
In my country 
Boi i state that 

Gaining green 
They switching up 
Just a weight class

Been around the block 
I fucking had to fail  
 But Really what you got to gain 
By bein mad as hell 

Pictures never made me 
I i make the camera smile 

My city threw me to the curb 
And then i ran for miles 

Its like you not 
Speaking english 
I prolly cop me beamer

Wit a snooze like dat 
How can u not
Be a dreamer 

This is final round 
Better go ahead 
And drop me the streamers 

I said i got now 
Why the fuck they 
Hardly believe us 

I make it mandatory 
All my dudes could have the glory 
If you stepping up 
I got the gang its 
Going savage for me 

now I done got the watch 
now I done got the range 
couple chains 
but i want the GAINZ

GAINZ (Prod. by Ghxst & cxdy)

Dilated (ft. Kid Official)(prod. by IVN)

City Of Gold (feat. Zavier)

Lyrics:

I just hit anotha lick (LICK)
cop a stone and im finna put it on my wrist (ICE)
been a long time coming 
now we growin in (FAXX)
used to whip the van
but this year finna cop the benz
(WOAH WOAH WOAH)

pull up just to flex 
cause we on yeah
just straight at the show 
i put it on yeah 

so much water on me pull up
like a storm yeah 
fit exotic cause we never with the norm yeah 

We never regular 
you a fake i see it in your retina
yeah we peddle metal 
never lettin up 
now we mobbin as long as they letting us

Im one they never thought we'd make it 
out the mud 
i scraped it off the pavement

if i pull 
then i need my payment 
so much water on me 
got me raining
yeah 

yall try to steal from me 
i put the gang on leash
I put the game on 3's never seen
hop in the booth and go beast

I put in so much 
got so much weight on my shoulders
you in my lane 
you get postered
and you always in range like a rover

I need my VV's 
remember first time on the TV
she aint used to hit me 
now she rubbin on me 
like a genie

Oh no you see me?
you tryna get right like you RiRi

ice on me beaming 
No Mike Jack
but im leaning 


I just hit anotha lick (LICK)
cop a stone and im finna put it on my wrist (ICE)
been a long time coming 
now we growin in (FAXX)
used to whip the van
but this year finna cop the benz
(WOAH WOAH WOAH)

pull up just to flex 
cause we on yeah
just straight at the show 
i put it on yeah 

so much water on me pull up
like a storm yeah 
fit exotic cause we never with the norm yeah

Now i got a bit a dat
Paper locking 
Bang it stop it 
Woah 
Bank is poppin 
Make yo papa choke 
Do the rollie 
Now i got the ghost 
Verses only 
50 on the low 

Only choice is bentley 
Or the rova 
Playing like a chip is on his shoulder 
Wait until my pic is on the poster 
I aint stopping til im taking over 


I do it like a ice cream man 
Get the freezer 
Might press a button delete cha 

Counting up franks like aritha 


Put you on blast 
Like im breaking yo speakers 

Who the best 

Im taking this shit from the county 
Im going to budapest 

Who the one who really made me 
Do u no different i do the rest 
Who collect taxes 
I am the one who been speaking to masses 
I been the one who been doing it massive 
I am the pastor 
I been the one who could go 
When these fuckers they hardly been lasting


That fade away 
I been going wit a play today
Thassa day to day I
Put my fucking feelings on a 808 
And thats real 
Ness
Tell me why everybody 
Try to run up and steal this 
Real quick 

gotta pull up with foreman 
If im gonna grill shit 

Ill shit 
Gunning for em 
Now i hit the pussy like a drill bit 

They never seen it coming now  
I fuck around and hit the kill switch 

(LICK)
(ICE)
(FAX)
(WOAH WOAH WOAH)

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