im going to change the cover later
@y3tyyy

prod. Kodiene!

lucky w/ y3tyyy

mlaz cover i never finished

prod. vvspipes + cacija

lyrics:

ground war
got me gunning for the ground floor
hell nah ion love u, wtf u stick around for?
yuh i lost myself any minute, i could get backdoored
back from the dead, isn’t this what u asked for?
(x2)

yuh i broke out from the lab, so yk i’m fuckin coming back
u was talking hella bs, pussy can u fuckin run it back?
yuh i’m pulling out the choppa, pussy boy u better step back
hunnid bullets at his head, now that boy tryna get his head back

it’s a whole lotta red
feel like i’m dante, i’m off of the meds
heard he informing, he talk to the feds
full metal jacket, it take off his legs

big gun on my back, feel like steve harvey 
shot that boy up, i am not feeling sorry
ready for war when i step in the party
200 chops in the back of the lorry

ground war
got me gunning for the ground floor
hell nah ion love u, wtf u stick around for?
yuh i lost myself any minute, i could get backdoored
back from the dead, isn’t this what u asked for?
(x2)

ground war (cvr)

prod. hosty4444

lyrics:

[chorus]
walk in this bitch yk i got a red dot
came w the glicky i’m hitting the headshot
heard he was talking now he is a dead pop
shots to his head, yuh we make that boy head pop

hitting his head, we hit his medulla
copying me, pussy boy u ain’t cooler
boy u a lame, pussy boy u a loser
smoking on anthrax, i’m an abuser

[verse 1]
i got racks in my pockets, chrome heart on the jeans 
bad bitch in the back, she sippin codeine
big body benz bitch i’m moving real mean
yuh 40 gon bust at his head n his spleen

if u talking bout clone bitch u talking bout me
guaranteed make u run if u come around me
lil bitch if we pull up it’s gon be a scene
putting holes in his body, throw him in the sea

[verse 2]
talkin bout me ik yall be some snitches
shootin his body i shoot em relentless
he get shot in his face make him go see a dentist
i got me some hollows i leave that boy headless

n i shot that boy up cuz i do not do hands
stop copyin me n go get u some bands
heard that boy wanna talk we throw him in the van
we aimin at pussies, like we in a clan

[verse 3]
u alr know me bitch i’m numbr7
stomp on his skull imma gon send em to heaven 
fuck that, imma jus send em to hell
if the cops come thru imma shoot em as well 

i’m the evilest clone bitch u cannot contain me
how the bodies droppin yuh that shi entertainin
they cannot control me so they all jus hate me
boy why is u running u cannot escape me

[chorus]
walk in this bitch yk i got a red dot
came w the glicky i’m hitting the headshot
heard he was talking now he is a dead pop
shots to his head, yuh we make that boy head pop

hitting his head, we hit his medulla
copying me, pussy boy u ain’t cooler
boy u a lame, pussy boy u a loser
smoking on anthrax, i’m an abuser

red dot

numbr8 - talkin shit x opp pack (7 remix)

revelation
heard god whisper and autotuned it.
sounds like the end but with bass.
not a typo — just how it felt.

revelation

“ruger” (feat. numbr7)
loud. messy. probably aimed at someone.
feels like getting shot at in 360p.
we didn’t mix it to be clean — we mixed it to hurt.

ruger w numbr7

decay (szfy)

prod. white
lyrics:
stompin on his skull we leave his brains up on the pavement
we gon drop his body yuh we leave em fuckin nameless
hunnid rounds sprayin we gon leave him fuckin faceless
put a silencer up on a stick we make it painless

fuck around then u gon die
we gon make em lose an eye
yuh bitch we the grim reaper we gon take his fuckin life
bitch i feel like clone3 yuh pop an oxy im gon fly
bitch im smokin gas to the face im way too fuckin high

feel like clone3 cuz bitch im all up off the bean
yuh i heard that boy was talkin, throw his body in the sea
pussy go n get yo own swag, why u tryna be like me
if he pull up we gon make em run yuh that’s guaranteed 

tryna be like me pussy u is not original
shut up w that shit they said i failed how hypocritical 
choppa on my hip catch a case like im a criminal
we gon drop his body bullets finna hit em critical

fa fa fa bullets going to his spinal
we gon leave that pussy doa yuh dead up on arrival
pussy u an opposition pussy u a rival
put a switch blade to his throat we gon hit his vitals

stompin on his skull we leave his brains up on the pavement
we gon drop his body yuh we leave em fuckin nameless
hunnid rounds sprayin we gon leave him fuckin faceless
put a silencer up on a stick we make it painless

fuck around then u gon die
we gon make em lose an eye
yuh bitch we the grim reaper we gon take his fuckin life
bitch i feel like clone3 yuh pop an oxy im gon fly
bitch im smokin gas to the face im way too fuckin high

head shot w numbr7

numbr6

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