Evil Ey

ok prod. (thechxf)

A Song for all the beautiful women in the world

P.D.2.4

(Lyrics) 

Tryna get my racks up 
I need packs in 
Why you acting like you don’t know where the bag is 
She know by my side Issa Glock w a mag in 
Treat that pussy like a Bop-It we gon smack him 

I been chasing green like a goblin peter parker 
Shawty try to line me me on my momma ima spark her 
Nigga i still remember getting high with Cameron Carper 
Statute limitations we cant talk on what we authored 
Murder what he wrote these hollow tips is what he offered 
Cuzzo tryna paint a nigga red like a marker 
Ak47 wooden grip feel like an archer 
Niggas walking round w fake guns he a larper 
But it aint no revives 
Run up bet he fr-ied
But im w some Cs lemme see i bet he D-ied 
Pussy getting denied 
Stretch him like some Levis 
They wont jump up in that water he a feline 
I jus talked to VS he said we high up like the treeline 
Walkin w a stick im tryna scratch em like a rewrite 
Poodie keep it P he make em float jus like a weed high 
Pennies kept me wise But now im rollin on sum blue guys 

Lately I ain’t boutta argue bout it 
If u mad & need some get back nigga spark a choppa bout it 
I don seen a couple niggas bit ain’t gotta bark about it 
I been trappin out her crib & she wont tell me walk up out it 
Hit a nigga w this choppa for his shoes & walk him out 
We two steppin on the blues & my brothers all about it 
We don’t talk about it

Mayfair Freestyle

Lyrics :

You got questions, I got answers, I be jookin like a dancer, think I’m crooked but I’m handsome, I be thuggin in da mansion... 

So romantic, know semantics, I’m the Ghost who hold da cabbage, so demandin, know ya plannin, P ta be deceased lil bastard 

Stomp em out just like a roach, solja, never left my post, Foljas, what I wake up own, Wake Gang dat’s fa sho la hoe 

Maintain my lil lane don’t fold, poppin shit is all I know, mobbin down dat Holly Grove, my lil opps is prolly gone 

What happened to all dem boys, I thought that you had a clique, me I got a Gang so you lil lames can gon and succ my dicc 

Fucc wit Nicc, if you will, get ya kilt just for a bill, call me Wilt, I keep da steals, green and white, I’m poppin pills 

Offer deals, he aight, MVP I keep it trill, try ta fight my guys I keep a pipe and I’ma silence it 

MVP I keep it real, holler boy on all da hills, tried to sign wit Wyte but now I’m Mike, I’m on my Tyson shit 

My lil chicc enticin shittt, side bitch ain’t gon like da shit, I cain’t feel no pain no mo just like I took a Vicodin 

Don’t you see the ride I’m in, I’m higher den tha pilots iz, shoutout ta Tyrone, we keep some flows, they lovin my assists 

Scrubs cain’t get as high as this, thuggin on a shyer bitch, bumpin what I’m writin, I leave marks like plaque psoriasis  

She blacc, on my Siah shit, P bacc, on his flyer tip, million dollas worth uh game, I know you lames ain’t likin dis 

Yeah... Uh... That’s all I’m sayin

Q&A (Single) [2024] Prod. By Splited Stupid x Wireshark x FHA

Lyrics :

I be flyin out my head, when I hop out up da bed, all I thank about is bread, mothafucca what I said 

I ain’t fuccin wit you hoes because you hoes would leave me dead, I remember I was in da Med and I was seein red 

My lil patnas really scared, they ain’t tryna get a bag, I could put em all on, but who da hell gon get me bacc 

MVP tha Don, and I’m chasin my lil saccs... cuz da M Afghanistan but they still feel me in Chiraq 

Asthma attacc, I uh leave her short uh breath... Pass from da Macs, that’s an order on ya death 

Took my last checc, invested it all on da grind, I don’t ever place bets, it’s calculated ta be mine 

Cracca laccin, staccin magick, numbers up like mathematics, dis lil summer, I’ma hustle harda den a lil cracc addict 

Thow it, Madden, holdin, cabbage, on my soul I’m goin lavish, open does wit all my flows I’m sposed ta blow fa sho lil daddy... 

And my mind on da money... Ain’t shit funny, I’ma keep dis shit one hunnid... 

Used ta dope runnin... Mo I show shawty, she gon have ta show sump’n... 

My mind on me... Tank on E, but all dranks on P... 

So gon wipe me dyne... Please don’t fucc around you fucc around and find out... 

 

MVP don’t play no games, feel no pain like novacaine, winnin for my soljas mane, holla’n dis a cold game x4 

 

Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... OG Slim in da mix

Single

Cold Game

Cold Game (Single) [2024] Prod. By Yung Nab

This Beat Was Made By Average Bleach Drinker 
LYRICS BELOW
Nowadays- governments sellin us fake weed-
Plugs stuck bargaining margins to make meets-
Fuck- argueing' over a couple dollars you see-
It costs more for me to tolerate than scholarship fees-
We only free as a dog with no collar and fleas-
The way we live man we might as well of borrowed the green-
Feelin dread when its work on my caller ID-
But i need bread- thats for sure- so i crawl to my knees-
What can i say? No opportunity in my way-
Its more free being broke than in jail for makin plays-
No joke but this life getting stail- its no place-
For your growth- or your soul- set to fail- and misplace-
Anyway-
Back to jugglin jargin- jugular huntin in the jungle thinkin fuck an apartment-
My thought fungal- and they militant, rather hit where its started-
Hear em bitch about the consequence quiet when shit departed-
Think i made it when they riot to my shit or im a target-
Or you find my cd's or tapes in flea markets-
Wear this mask up in a bank but never a red carpet-
If you worship your celebrities you are fuckin-
Ugh

Nevermind- nothin worse than evil thoughts in a clever mind-
Seein shots ring- the spot- never bettered mine-
Be the type to have a glock in the dresser-
Iron stocked in the sweater if the weather fine-
Ease the hike in the pressure when the treasure climb-
Either that or tell a teller all the cheddar mine-
Whatevers better, trynna rap and have some leisure time-
Treat this shit like im professor this yo lecture time-
Im boutta pepper minds with word from the weber-
Rhymes verbs and some stellar lines-
Displeasure from you people hellen keller blind-
Try to teach ya 'for you fellas hit the cellar-
Lined up for the debtors- I-
Rather see us people come together-
Find trust-
In these letters-
Time to bust at opressors-
Sigh- 

Sigh

LIFE OF THE PARTY

No Island Love

Shadows on the pavement

R.I.P. ft. Don Valachi

Killuminati 🗡️🗡️

For collaborations / inquiries : NiccBryant901@gmail.com

Q&A (Single) [2024] Prod. By Splited Stupid x Wireshark x FHA

MVP Tha Don