lyrics:
ive been really stressed out
need a new escape route
stuck inside my head now
life been feeling different, i aint clean
reflections looking different, in the mirror that aint me
but i dont give a fuck now
stomach turning, imma drown
my whole life been in the ground
heaven or its hell, no in between
everything feeling like purgatory bitch im panicking i cannot breathe
(breathe)

i gotta pack flew it out of the country
homie fuck all your attachments you cannot combat me hoe you cannot touch me
pockets been full of the green but im working too cause you know i aint lucky
dont make me bring out my buddy he keeping a blade on his belt like he chucky
"that boy too raggedy" look like a monster im off of the shit how im dusty
bloody on bloody im mixing that shit in my cup i feel muddy
everyday dap up the bros if i get me a dollar split it with my buddy
lie to me so i feel better my baby im knowing that you do not love me

been at this shit for so long
never had a second thought
maybe if i had another life i wouldnt be too much different than yall
fuck my whole life up
going big fuck small
i gotta problem with pushing the boundary it may be the reason i fall

gasping gasping im out of breath
never a word to describe what im feeling it cant be explained on a page through some text
maybe it could if i wasnt so deaf
maybe it could if i wasnt so dead
maybe it could if i wasnt so dumb
maybe i stack up my money like dead
look in the mirror said "am i the problem?" thats never the case hoe im shaking my head
i left the message alone bitch i put my phone down and i dont give a fuck what it says
i had to get it, i got it like buck also do in the stu it was never a guess
did what i wanted whenever i wanted i never did pay attention to the threats

been at this shit for so long
never had a second thought
maybe if i had another life i wouldnt be too much different than yall
fuck my whole life up
going big fuck small
i gotta problem with pushing the boundary it may be the reason i fall

Purgatory

(If u got a problem. Makes some beats)
lyrics:
i got 2 911's in my pocket
fucking i got 2 blunts smoke em then i lay in bed and i rot
2 magazines on my body sending 9 shots
what do i got?
i got bricks in the bungalow finna send a pack out
pockets too fat, cant move bitch im maxed out
mad dog, mad money, living in a mad house
bitch i always knew you wouldnt make it, bitch i had doubts
that boy sent bout 700 for that last ounce
that boy missing every shot i think he tabbed out
bout a 100k thats in the stash now
boutta smoke a pack and then i pass out

dont give a fuck got a beamed and its tucked like my wallet inside of my pocket your folding
im too obsessed with the racks that i got bitch need me a fix of the money im holding
i gotta get all the food on my plate bitch im buying the store like im buying the whole thing
i heard he trynna talk sweet on the mob we pull up with a chop and we made him run, bolting

get what i want and i wont wait
work too damn hard bitch i gotta full plate
too much guap stacked up gotta full safe
you aint got no dough you aint pull weight
i gotta chop and it shoot straight
i gotta cup of the duce
i make the world look like doomsday
i make em spill out koolaid
everyone trying to do what i do but i do it too easy a cool way
imma keep doing my own thing im working too hard and i dont care what you say
he trynna beef but he missing they reading his name on the mf news day
talk to your bitch, she trynna fuck, i told that hoe back touché
hold on let me switch the rhyme scheme
make this bitch look like a crime scene
im always on perfect timing
big truck with the high beams
up now, now they like me
intervals smoking lightning
i promise that im not a hypebeast
i think the louis v like me
when i put the barrel up better duck low
steady getting to the green gotta truck load
hate me but i never give a fuck though
you aint ever gonna catch me up close
12x, gotta new scope
ion need a red dot ion use those
bitch i been a great dane you a poodle
bitch fuck you i aint giving out kudos

BRICKS IN THE BUNGALOW (Buckx2)

COMING TO SOUNDCLOUD LATE PER USUAL

LYRICS:

4 walls kept me sick, kick that cell out bitch
im gon pop myself like fucking buddy did
autopsy found whiskey in my fucking spit
pray this bullet kill me, god forbid
x2

black on black won’t notice me
30 rack gon kick me in my brain and fucking cope wit me
you heard something pop to hotel books, you gon’ know it’s me
ask me if i mean that shit i rap, i said hopefully i-

god im back to pain, i spent so long getting better, just to blow it out my brain
god wont let me change, im a fucking wreck, cancer in my body’s at my fucking neck

4 walls kept me sick, kick that cell out bitch
im gon pop myself like fucking buddy did
autopsy found whiskey in my fucking spit
pray this bullet kill me, god forbid
x2

god forbid i wake up
keep that two cents like a pay cut
crack my head back wit my plague on bitch
push that fucking stake up
hold that grudge like i can’t make up
i taste death inside this vapor

hope them paramedics can’t find me
fuck the life im given fuck fighting
spent ‘bout twenty five years dying

lace a fucking bag and i could buy it
i dont want that shit if i’ll survive it


BUDDY [PROD. SKOTSKR]

Luvie Duvie

I love her so much that I'll never let her leave.

Prod. @lynyou

Lyrics:

[Chorus]

I’m always watching, I’m a stalker
See you in my vision, you’re a lamb to my slaughter
Got my eyes on you, yeah, I want her
If she try to leave there’s gon’ be blood in the water
And I swear I’m not a monster
But if she makes a wrong move, it’s gonna cost her
I’ll never take my eyes off her
Throw a bloody T-shirt in the washer


[Verse 1]

Pull out my knife
That’s enough said
My T-shirt was white
Now it’s blood red
Please stay the night
Or I’ll be upset
Tryna make sense of it all with a light head
If you couldn’t tell, I’m needy
I wanna make you feel like you need me
And if you ever try to leave me,
I’ll gouge your eyes out so you always gotta see me


[Verse 2]

Nobody cares that I'm hurting
That’s okay, though
Told me to go away
If you say so
I’ll be watching you,
Gotta lay low
If you ever need me, look behind the bank notes
Please don’t ever try to bring me down 
Please don’t say that you don’t want me around
Now I always gotta have my guard
Always gotta have my guard up now


[Chorus + Outro]

I’m always watching, I’m a stalker
See you in my vision, you’re a lamb to my slaughter
Got my eyes on you, yeah, I want her
If she try to leave there’s gon’ be blood in the water
And I swear I’m not a monster
But if she makes a wrong move, it’s gonna cost her
I’ll never take my eyes off her
Throw a bloody T-shirt in the washer
(x2)

INCELS, DON'T THESE LYRICS SERIOUSLY!

Stalker

LYRICS:

GONDA:
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY GO CALL 911
FUCK YOU TRYNA FIGHT WITH ME FOR? YOU SHOULD REALLY GO HIDE AND RUN
HOP OUT WITH THE TOOL AND FIX HIM UP LIKE I’M A HANDYMAN
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE

CALL THE AMBULANCE, YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE X2

MONGO:
SUCKA YOU SHOULD REALLY CRY FOR HELP
YO HOMIE ON A STRETCHER, MAKE THAT 9 AND 10, 11, 12
CRACK YO GODDAMN CRANIUM, THAT PISTOL WHIP SOUND LIKE A BELL
THAT TOLL FOR YOUR MISTAKES, I PRAY TO GOD YOU DON’T GET SENT TO HELL
I’M CATCHIN’ BODIES LIKE A FIREFIGHTER OR FIRST RESPONDER
IRON SIGHT ON YO BROTHERS, THAT BITCH FYE FYE
RED LIGHTS COME SCREAMIN’ DOWN THE BLOCK, YOU SHOULDA THOUGHT
YOU SHOULDA TURNED AROUND, YOU KNOW I’M FINNA POP

GONDA:
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY GO CALL 911
FUCK YOU TRYNA FIGHT WITH ME FOR? YOU SHOULD REALLY GO HIDE AND RUN
HOP OUT WITH THE TOOL AND FIX HIM UP LIKE I’M A HANDYMAN
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE

CALL THE AMBULANCE, YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE X2

MY CHOPPA STRETCH A DEMON OUT LIKE LAFFY TAFFY
LAUGHIN’ IN YO FACE, UNDERNEATH MY MASK I’M VERY HAPPY
I COULD LET YOU BURN IN HELL OR GO TO HEAVEN WHERE IT’S GRASSY
PUT YOU IN A WHEELCHAIR, SHOOT YOU IN THE BACK, DEGRASSI
BITCH I CAME TO KILL
PUT SOME POINTS UP ON THE BOARD FOR GOD, HIS HEMOGLOBIN SPILL
PULL UP WITH THE TOOL, THAT HAMMER BLAMMIN’, THIS SHIT NOT A DRILL
YOU TRYNA TEXT YO HOMIES BUT YOU SHOULD BE TYPIN’ UP YO WILL

YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY GO CALL 911
FUCK YOU TRYNA FIGHT WITH ME FOR? YOU SHOULD REALLY GO HIDE AND RUN
HOP OUT WITH THE TOOL AND FIX HIM UP LIKE I’M A HANDYMAN
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE

CALL THE AMBULANCE, YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE X2

AMBULANCE (PROD FONY WALLACE + TYLUR OCEAN)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
BITCH! HAHA!
IT’S GODHAND BACK IN THIS BITCH!
GONDA, MONGO, AND FONY WALLACE
HERE TO FUCK UP YA EARDRUMS, YA HEARD ME?
GODHAND!

MONGO:
STACK MY BREAD, COUNT MY DOUGH
BUSTA YOU ALREADY KNOW
G-O-D ON YO SCREEN, 
SERVIN’ ALL THESE GODDAMN FIENDS
COUNT MY CHIPS, FUCK MY BITCH
TRYNA GET ALL MY PATNAS RICH
G-O-D ON YO PHONE
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?

WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?
MONGO, SFC, GET THE BIPPIN’ ON
COME TO THE CITY HOE, LOOK AT WHAT I’M SIPPIN’ ON
EVERY TIME YO BITCH IN THE AREA SHE HIT THE PHONE
I BEEN KNOWN TO GRIP THE POLE
GET HER IN THE SPOT WITHOUT A WORD, THAT’S A ROOKIE GOAL
IT’S THE HAND THAT SHE WANT IN HER PUSSYHOLE
YEAH, I HEARD THAT YOU WAS POPPIN’ BUT I COULD BE WRONG
PROBABLY IS
MONGO OFF THE THIZZ, AIN’T NO MOLLY BITCH
TWIRL AND HE DROP, AIN’T NO BOBBY BITCH, OBVIOUS
EVERYBODY AND THEY DIRTY MAMA TRYNA COPY THIS
NOW I’M OUT FOR BLOOD AND YO BLOCK LOOKIN’ THE OPPYEST
WHAT’S THE WORD? GET ‘EM PACKED OUT
ROLLIN’ THRU THE BURBS WITH MY STRAP OUT
FEEL LIKE A MARINE, GREEN BEAM CAUTERIZE YA SPLEEN, HOE
G-O-D-H-A-N-D THE TEAM HOE

STACK MY BREAD, COUNT MY DOUGH
BUSTA YOU ALREADY KNOW
G-O-D ON YO SCREEN, 
SERVIN’ ALL THESE GODDAMN FIENDS
COUNT MY CHIPS, FUCK MY BITCH
TRYNA GET ALL MY PATNAS RICH
G-O-D ON YO PHONE
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?

GONDA:
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?
562 TO THE 916, BIG STICKS
TUCKED IN MY TRUE RELIGION, FUCKIN’ WOMEN, SELLIN’ DOPE
I BEEN SINNIN’ BUT I KNOW THAT GOD GOT MY BACK THOUGH
I JUST NUTTED IN YO BITCH AND RAN RIGHT OUT THE BACK DOOR
SHE SAID “GONDA I LOVE YOU, MY MAN IS NOT ENOUGH”
FUCKIN’ WHITE, YELLOW, TAN, BROWN, AND THEM BLACK HOES
DON’T DISCRIMINATE WHEN I IMPREGNATE, I KNOCK’ EM UP
I’M A REAL PLAYA, FUCK A NAYSAYER
MIGHT GO TO THE BAY THEN LA LATER
I TOLD THE WAITER I NEED CHEDDAR CHEESE, GOUDA, PROVOLONE
I’M IN THE TRAP HOUSE LIKE EVERY DAY, THIS SHIT LIKE HOME ALONE
AIN’T TRYNA TALK UNTIL I SEE YOU CUZ THE POLICE ON THE PHONE
THIS HENNESSY LIKE HAMAS MISSILES, TAKE THAT SHIT RIGHT TO THE DOME
SHE GOT THAT TEMPUR-PEDIC MATTRESS, I MIGHT JUST RIP THE FOAM
YOU TALKIN’ STUPID, GRAB MY BELT, BITCH WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?

MONGO & GONDA:
STACK MY BREAD, COUNT MY DOUGH
BUSTA YOU ALREADY KNOW
G-O-D ON YO SCREEN, 
SERVIN’ ALL THESE GODDAMN FIENDS
COUNT MY CHIPS, FUCK MY BITCH
TRYNA GET ALL MY PATNAS RICH
G-O-D ON YO PHONE
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON?

GONDA:
WHO THE FUCK YOU TRIPPIN’ ON DUMBASS?
IT’S G-O-D-H-A-N-D
GODHAND!

YOU ALREADY KNOW (PROD. FONY WALLACE + YOUNGYANABU)

original: https://soundcloud.com/ssj_daki/outta-sight
artist: @ssj_daki ❤️❤️

SSJ DAKI - OUTTA SIGHT! (prod.mobilet remix)

new wave fuckkk nigggaaaa

[Intro]
Eyye, yeah, eyye, eyye, eyye

[Chorus]
It's a side effect, it's a side effect, oh yea
It's a side effect, it's a side effect, oh yuh
Huh, huh, huh, (slatt) I be just focused on paper, hmph
I dm'ed the ho, ill see you later, huh
I pull up, we fuck on occasions, yea'ight

[Post-Chorus]
We skrt-skrt, eyye, (yea, oh yea) eyye, (oh yea) eyye, (Oh yeaah!)
Go go, eyye, (oh yea) eyye, (oh-oh yeah) eyye

[Verse]
Don't trust that lightskin ho (eughh)
That ho gon' leave you froze
Theres not a lie I told
I'm trynna keep you woke (slatt)
Big bands is all you want
New Gen5 that bitch I tote
I hit my dance no Silento, oh yea, oh yea
Oh its a side effect, oh yea, you can't get this shit
Oh its a side effect, the propaganda from yo bitch
I run this shit like track meet, nigga im in my bag like this
Im getting my bag like, oh yea its a side effect

[Bridge]
Its a side effect, woah, wha-ha-ho
Its a side effect (trynna get my funds)
I said Its a side effect, side effect
Side, uhh side, hollon
Side, uhh, its a side uhh

[Chorus]
It's a side effect, it's a side effect, oh yea
It's a side effect, it's a side effect, oh yuh
It's a side effect, it's a side effect, oh yea
It's a side effect, it's a side effect, oh yuh
It's a side effect, it's a side effect, oh yea
It's a side effect, it's a side effect, oh yea
It's a side effect, oh yea
It's a side effect, oh yea

[Outro]
We skrt-skrt, eyye, (yea, oh yea) eyye, (oh yea) eyye, (Oh yeaah!)
Go go, eyye, (oh yea) eyye, (oh yea) eyye

SSJ DAKI - OUTTA SIGHT! (prod.mobilet remix)

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