Next friday im getting an abortion #yourthedad 🦕

music perfect for disco dancing until dawnnn

I came here to find a song for my apex video and i think I am in love ;___;

Kuma the third - I rest my case, sounds similar 

next friday will be different (prod. papapedro)

@cant_th1nk on ig
@yvngpvnk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YoSlOGVX2rw

nervexx

burn the bulls (prod. alcurists)

ALL PLATS SOON
@saylessleshi
@cant_th1nk
@yvngpvnk

saturday got weird (prod. @saylessleshi)

@yvngpvnk
@cant_th1nk

Lyrics: 

Hit a rave beat
I notice!
Pressin mothafuckas
Helped me blossom like a lotus
Mud grown!
Water greeting roots when I pop out
Makin up my scene
While I’m rappin
Gettin cash clout

I’m a small mothafucka
In the 6 Double Os
I had no wave
But I watch mine grow
All these house beat boys
I respect their say
If they pay their dues
And they cop something

Like...

Ooooo
Think my feature listings 
Hit a price wall
If you wanna cop it
Get em droppin
You in my spot 
Ooooo
By the tip of my toes 
I raid my set
I sweep let’s go

LETS GO!

(Hook:)

BROKE BOYS THINKIN THEY CAN IMITATE
COME AROUND 
ILL SHOW YOU WHAT I MEAN
WHAT I EMANATE
ENERGY HIGH
IT CAN BREAK MY LOWS
SERVIN SUPPER IN THE CENTER
FINNA CURL MY TOES
IN THE SANDS 
OF A BEACH 
A THOUSAND MILES AWAY
IF IM LIVIN IN A DREAM
I TAKE A NUMBER AND SAY:
“MY HEART GOES OUT TO WRETCHED SOULS, THEY TAKE MY STRENGTH AND PRAY FOR GOLD”

Imma block out the pussy
Exuberating the cash
If i summon all my demons
Tell em get off my ass
Watch a bomb drop
Fillin up a hole
Wit a crater
Simulate my problems
Yeah I think I’ll solve them later

Whatcha know about bounce?
In some Moncler!
Heart GEEKIN, keep it warm
Yeah I’ll get there
Talk to em
Yeah they’ll know my name
Tell em Vexx make moves on all these lames

Down down
There go my head!
Oh no is it my meds?
While while
You get this bread!
Two step
Mothafucka talkin imma dead man

Homie chillin
With the morphine tucked
Imma get it in my system
Finna get this dub
Imma
Calm man 
When I’m out my head
Got this audio bumping
Till the day I’m dead

I keep thinkin...
If my notes stay poetic
Hard of hearing apathetic
Yeah it
Sounds like dreamin...
Shit was clear for the money
Now I’m trippin gettin muddy

Here’s a big fuck you
To my Highschool
Same shit when they gawk
What did I do?
Assimilate when I don’t trust friends
How y’all rich as fuck
And whip used benz? 

CASH RULES EVERYTHING AROUND YOU
CREAM
HOPSCOTCH STUMBLE
I DONT WANT YO MEANS
IMMA PUT HIM IN THE DIRT
IF HE BE TALKIN BOUT THE RACES INDEPENDENCE 
WHAT IM NEEDING IF I TURN 18

What I did 
What I told
If I meant 
It’s so!
An the pressure comin loose
When I rip my hose
I'm just running out of gas
In the long run boy
I count my days 
Till I stop my ploy

(Chaos)

(Hook:)

find yourself! (prod. sxzu)

IRANOUTOFNAMES
NeverEndingBass x Jenx2 x MissingFactxr x Ruzlxn x Nervexx

SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/track/43Qxa3v4h1zMFPTTjS5Oji?si=SjO-Uqx6T027O3sYoB4wYA&utm_source=copy-link&dl_branch=1

Featuring
NeverEndingBass https://soundcloud.com/neverendingbass
JenX2 https://soundcloud.com/buckx2
MissingFactxr https://soundcloud.com/missingfactxr
Ruzlxn https://soundcloud.com/ruzlxn
Nervexx https://soundcloud.com/nervexx

Art by: @fijix99_ (instagram)
Prod by: NeverEndingBass

Outro: 13DGE

Spotify

IRANOUTOFNAMES (NeverEndingBass x Jenx2 x MissingFactxr x Ruzlxn x Nervexx)(art by @fijix99_)

art by @nuumastar
@yvngpvnk

lyrics:
Witta bland mothafucka 
He gon take two sips
No shots, ok!
Said it taste like piss
My mind at the right time
Playin both sides
No lies!
In the gym 
while he chompin Popeyes! 

Goddamn imma spin it
Bring the night back
Been in count a mili
And you know we finna hype that
Been around checks 
They lettin us...
Hope for lives!
Rule that canabilism in housewives
We was downtown chillin in the eighth grade
Sippin tall teas, all the homies livin bitch made
Now we gotta run, future comin fast!
No light shinin from my wasted past
From the cost of the fate, hitta
Right left!
Imma punch a mothafucka to complete my test
What you know boutta home where the love runs deep?
Neva stuck, neva last, how I find my peace?

Boy betta rock up, get ya head chopped!
Corny mothafucka in the Teremana sweatshop
Low days, filled with cocaine, sippin propane
Level up yo numbas for you braggin in ya old age!
 
Rockin the bass up
I know, know!
Betta enlist her
Your so, so!
Heavy in my mind
I go, go!
In the pit man, fathered with the big dogs

Ok
Lookin at me both ways
Screamin bloody murder
Think he finna pull an OJ
Stabbin everybody call the cops
We in a growth phase
Abercrombie models way your lustin come in slow waves!

Cannibalistic my tone
Lookin for a gem an they bite on my bones
‘Effin up my state, bringin thunda am i late?
Demigodin when I bend em but they know my fate!
Mothafucka wanna dance off
I’ll say!
1999 goin Y2K
Imma put em in the grave, now it’s on my plate
Gettin sickened from the dope 
And the leaves I rake mothafucka!

Know I gotta move on, know I gotta get gone
Truthful high percentage there’s a chance that imma get bombed
Start a new religion 
Monty python with the status
Cult like fans of a Dane goin spastic
What the fuck is happening?
These bitches wanna cough up
Dirty air - in laundry imma lead em through a buildup!
Get on the floor, get out yo bird cage
You a grown ass man...
But a lame most days!

FUCK THIS!

Where I go?
I be throwing vox till I cut my throat
Yeah I’m breakin up my body, I'm a dedicated man
Through the grass of the fakes to the tell tale lands

Imma pour up!
We gon pass out!
Gotta Yung bitch livin in a cash drought!
She be gettin money in her hands, findin dollas in the stands 
She a real one digin in the sands of a potluck!

(bark)

subliminal intoxication! (prod. shneaky)

@clyptic
@yvngpvnk

lyrics: 

I ride with tint
That’s all I hear
Whip too dark 
See crystal clear
This black don’t see no preyin eyes
My dusk drawn shades see dead for miles
I’m geeked up cookin in a wasteland solo 
Explore this shit mark heads no polo
Imma bitch lova
These men despise
My chronic taste where ego dies
Ride on

If I’m bein real
I’d love to see you fuckin die
Sick of listening 
Cause girl I know you fucking lie
Imma empty out this ten fold
I know you’re here
Was i so wrong?
One night your gone

Life really ain’t fair that much at all
Two heavens
Betta pay up, up the law
4 months going down 
through a hell an back
tombstones stand on the grounds
Now I’m fallen flat
Bitch
I don’t really wanna pop out
Cause the drugs don’t hit
Yeah the alc - don’t  - bounce - me - up
Fuck 
Labelin my shit now
Wanted for a minute
Now we cuttin out the background

I can spaz on beats all day
Homeboy let her wash away
not my fault but yet it is
So sorry man let’s handle biz

I don’t need fists to solve my shit
But yeah I ain’t no saint
I’ll break up lips
These cracked up chappers runnin mouth
They buggin
Finna hold my own
Layed out, you duckin

IT WHAT IT IS BOY
YOU AINT NO KILLA
SITTIN PRETTY YOU A BITCH BOY
TALK MY SHIT GO HOME
CUCK ASS MOTHAFUCKA THUGGIN
HE WAS SUCKIN ON THE TITTIES OF A BITCH
HE THOUGHT WAS LOVIN ALL OF HIM
SHIT WAS IN YOUR HEAD
LET EM KNOW MY NAME
TILL THE DAY IM DEAD

It’s not that I care about you
I fuckin hate yo guts 
Stop
Rip that pain up out you
I know you in a rut
But fuck that!
Promise to myself I’m finna clean up
Help heal all the ones I love
been dependent and a sinner 
fuckin early through the winter
All the hearts I’ve stolen broken in a month
Fuck was it worth

I can spaz on beats all day
Homeboy let her wash away
not my fault but yet it is
So sorry man let’s handle biz (x2)


I know your a just a waste of time
I know your heart will break like mine
Winter, summer it don’t matter
Time will heal before it shatters
Fuck I loath that emptiness
You breakin up I love this shit

It ain’t no secret 
I’m not bloated from my self worth
I keep the pressure on my mental
Cause the truth hurts 
I think I'm destined for some greatness
But this hearse works
Can’t pop no pill
Or else my brain will
Think I'm damned cursed!
I fuck up plans
These words mean shit
Wash dirty hands 
Up high I held my shattered gun
The bullet bounced 
Right off my tounge

Wanna talk about it
Run about it 
end up in the car now
Fuck her on the table
Washin dishes
Needin love how
Pretty boys need pretty shit
Cause life don’t care boutta dirty bitch
I’m dead

✧ nights move fast ✧ (prod. yung jash)

test my patience (prod. morecalcium)

how did you cope? (prod. morecalcium)

die for none! (prod. papapedro)

lyrics:

I think a murder spree in order
For my personal retort
Cut copy information travels
That boy pussy, out of order
Trauma settles, inner presence 
It done made you someone else 
But no excuse for all your ignorance
Can you save you from my hell

I’m boutta put 10 shots
In yo back pocket 
An you’ll bounce off of the floor
Smoke some “bad” chronic
You’ll pass on me,
I think you asked for more
Don’t dial no 9-1-1
Cause ya body ain’t move 
Till the sun turn red
And held account-a-ble
For all that shit that you just did

My brother turned me a to a bitter soul
Who’s spun up in the head
I’ve have to live with burnin images
That haunt my love with dread 
I can’t compete with charismatics
Simply cause I ain’t built
To have a ragin narassicm paired with 
 psychopathic guilt 

So fuck, you ride for me?
Cause all the time we had
Was lived with flawless execution 
Not a fate gone bad?
Done givin up conflict for their sake
If I want that war better know I’d take it
Put somebody in my place to fuck my bitch
So I would die alone

I see you pivot like the snakin fucker that you are
Uh
One day you love em than you switch up
screaming “holy ego!”
Background music 
till I’m pissed off and act out 
A fact don’t lose
Till it’s charmed and it’s sat down
A pact we made yeah self to self
I been backstabbed once I don’t plan on the next round

Oh yeah
I don’t know
How you move so manifold
You spread yo wings
Witta locked - in scope on things you want
But couldn’t hold
Manipulate with lusted dreams
You feed on what they give to ya
If rooted, I am jealousy, but tell your girl
Who you have breached

next friday will be different (prod. papapedro)

nervexx

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