SAME BLUNT - Ft. DUSTMYTE

im in the midwest but my house look like the beach 
she get plugged by the plug but i need her ass to bleach
i been doing this for years i got game that i could teach
how he clamin he my brother all he ever do is leech
they say im never in the city im on every avenue
you made a diss for 20 people how could i be mad at youu 
and i never ever lack you can catch me stabbin you
aint connected to the streets still have my
people grabbin you
keep on mentioning my name it still dont bring in no views
he keep cryin on his story he gon end up on the news
all my bitches bad as hell so i hate to pick n choose 
my rachets rockin forces my rich bitch got jimmy choos
free the guys i cant believe it they had took all of my crew
i met a asian in chiraq im tryna link back up with wu
what the fuck you tryna do you might just end up with the woo
bitch wanna fuck with me but lookin like a two
its so crazy in the club we throwin 1s and 2s
yeah i just hit the bank i got it off you know my money stank
uhh smell like drugs n shit, we in the trap today
got the birdies in , come and get a plate
bitches wanna fuck with me i tell em bitch come andale yuh andale and dont be late
my people got the straps and they gon blow away the whole club like

LEECHES (PROD.AXELBLOODYAXEL)

prod. by me 
cover. by https://soundcloud.com/ninomiklo
YOUTUBE: https://www.youtube.com/@Halfdeadx808

GRUB BUG.

prod. by me

cover by @https://soundcloud.com/fuck_narcoleptic

YOUTUBE: https://www.youtube.com/@Halfdeadx808

a classic kids bop

All Black Boots So The Blood Don't Show

KNOW U (PROD.RIKUDA)

produced by @heavensnightt

lyrics: https://youtu.be/HO-hz5Z7C6I

plsr cntr © 2025

AQUEMINI

*reuplod soon**BOMB FUCKING CHURCH PROD DEATHSWITCH

Might work on an ep soon not sure yet tho 
Stay tuned in mfs

WAKE UP (PROD BY IBRANDY)

My bitch feel dead inside, we fuck, I make her cremate 
Im shooting 37s, Bergeron my teammate
This shit too personal i had to shoot em  point blank 
I’m smoking purp, toking dank, now my shirt stank 
Wa wa 
View my life like a movie I don’t know
I lay in bed I ask myself why my mood low
And the screws in my head come so loose late at night 
Feel removed I’m so dead Pour the weed up in the sprite 
Fake bitch I cannot stand 
left me holding out my hand 
Wearing FTP brand
Smoking on the woodsy land 
Making cash when I  deal 
Smoking ash, tryna heal  
Splitting wigs when I steal
Her booty big, Shaq O’Neill 
Still I lose sleep so I’m popping melotonin
Smoke another wood, another 3 5 I throw in
Still I wake up and cry, why the pain keep growing 
Tried to take pills and die, now the high just flowing
Eyes riding low that’s drive by 
Tennis glows in the night sky 
Why did main bitch lie lie
Cooking up heat, no tie dye 
Connected  bars, WiFi
I’m on the city, plug dry 
Lace the 30, might die, Opps on toppa skylines 
My bitch feel dead inside, we fuck I make her cremate 
Im shooting 37s like Bergeron my teammate
This got too personal i had to shoot em  point blank 
I’m smoking purp, toking dank, now my shirt stank 

Produced by oceanash

Cremate

Produced by Dark Type Beats
Co-Produced by Davy's Gray

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