I feel like I'm Tak and the power of juju

Feel Like Tak [lightskinjay]

Shorty passin shrooms yh she tryna tempt me🤒

belmo x buul x squid - YAGA.wav

Xerneas [ba$ket]

SquiiddTemple - Untrust Us (prod. bodega kat)

DaWave w/ belmo [p. belmo]

Zeke Sinclair X Squiidd- By the book📙 [DrazDid911]

DMT RECORDS PRESENTS: BU’UL - “Mihcael Rotondo” (Hosted By SquiiddTemple)

Lyrics:
Aye, fuck all yo drugs bitch I got my own
Off of dis drug different typa mode
I get the money different typa motion
All of you niggas lookin like some Vultures
RNs, boy we a team full of hustlers 
Doing this shit, nigga I ain’t broke
We got some bad bitches out the coast

R- RNs on the sticks, yuh
2k for the stick, yuh
I’m rockin all white bricks, aye
It look like I’m selling bricks
I ran a sack bitch it feel like a blimp 
I’d die for them niggas a hundred percent
Hit him wit dat, ssh that boy talking shit 
Give dat boy a minute let him talk his shit
Fuckin on that bitch and I’m bringing her friend, and we spinning his block, Tasmanian shit
Slide up on that whip on a idiot crib 
Them fake ass 30s been makin him sick
She sucking on my dick while I roll up a spliff
I hit the woah on some ridiculous shit
I put him on television like Ridiculousness 
Hard-R Kelly diamonds on piss
Money and power, nigga that’s the motive 
Can’t fuck with niggas don’t need their promotion 
I got the clips I put this shit in motion 
Shit that I’m sipping, different typa potion
I’m flipping this shit, X Games mode
We splitting the bud in different typa portions 
You niggas fuckin up in epic proportions 
We dumpin his body, can’t find the corpse

Aye, fuck all yo drugs bitch I got my own
Off of dis drug different typa mode
I get the money different typa motion
All of you niggas lookin like some Vultures
RNs, boy we a team full of hustlers 
Doing this shit, nigga I ain’t broke
We got some bad bitches out the coast

Boy talkin shit, hit him with that-
Boy talkin shit, hit him with that upper
All of this bread, I put this shit In clusters 
Blow this shit up, call it in like buster 
We Robin this shit, bitch you getting plundered 
Just look at that money spread just like butter
I walk in this bitch with bread, where my cutta
She drop it and give me head that’s my slutta 
And she ain’t ordinary, got a white shorty she kinda look like Black Canary 
Look at my diamonds they yellow not sanitary 
Look at my drip, lil bitch it’s on tributary 
I’m killin this shit writing my obituary, bitch!

Aye, ay look at my hands got the Midas touch
Drip too sick like the virus touched 
A bad lil bitch she a fine lil slut 
She like the way that my ivories touch
-out the coast
Out of the ordinary 
I gotta put this shit out the coast
Talkin that shit out of the ordinary 
I gotta put this shit out the coast
Fuckin yo bitch I feel like a black canary
I gotta put this shit out the coast
My diamonds be yellow nigga, they them sphinx
Fuckin yo bitch nigga I ain’t hate
Out the coast-

MIDAS TOUCH {LSJay & ayeblood!}

Reverse w/ UY SCUTI AKA NOIZ {frazier}

I love tweakin it’s my favorite part of life {DrazDid911}

Lyrics:

I just wanna count racks I had a long day
Shawty get tf up outta my face get on ya way (I gotcha)
Lil stupid ass bitch wanna kick it with me I ain’t Chun Lee (waaa)
High asf I’m on a spaceship nigga I ain’t Matthew McConaughey (frr frr)
(Ha haaa) Fuck out my way 
Got rocks on my neck and my wrist like it’s the Stone Age (ooga booga)
He talking real tuff that boy must like the front page (frr)
Them hittas gon catch you this gonna be yo last day (I gotcha)

So wanna day today (I gotcha)
So you wanna get fried today (I gotcha)
R-Ready or not lil bitch I’ll find ya
Put the gun down lil bitch I’ll box ya
I’m fuckin on a bad lil bitch off Roxy 
I’m takin yo spot lil bitch on proxy
Locate yo spot wit a vpn proxy 
I’m takin yo thot can’t give you no mercy

Get them racks up early 
I got a lil junky she love her percys
Stay up all night I’m working 
I got a white bitch who love her birkens 
I swear to God I’m crazy 
She offa dat dope she bat shit crazy
I hadda switch locations
She bust in my crib she bust through my basement (chrr)
These niggas act to basic I don’t got no time for yo statements 
Do voodoo like a Haitian now she wanna practice penetration
He actin like he gonna pay shit now he owe bread just like Andreas (goofy)
He told go pull up to grove street but this not no San Andreas 

So wanna day today (I gotcha)
So you wanna get fried today (I gotcha)
R-Ready or not lil bitch I’ll find ya
Put the gun down lil bitch I’ll box ya
I’m fuckin on a bad lil bitch off Roxy 
I’m takin yo spot lil bitch on proxy
Locate yo spot wit a vpn proxy 
I’m takin yo thot can’t give you no mercy (go!)

Fuck that bitch I’ll find a way f-find a way (find a way)
Fuck that bitch I’ll find a way f-find a way 
Okay fuck that bitch I’ll find a way f-find a way (find a way)
Fuck that bitch I’ll find a way f-find a way (find a way)
Ok Fuck that bitch I’ll find a way f-find a way (woo)
Fuck that bitch I’ll find a way f-find a way 
Fuck that bitch I’ll find a way f-find a way 
Fuck that bitch I’ll find a way f-find a way (SquiiddTemple in this bitch)

Virgin Mary Bloody Tears {DrazDid911}

Long Live Yodit. I love you.
Big thank you to everyone apart of and supporting this body of work; my debut album.

WHERE U GOIN (prod. balenci02)

NORTH KOREA feat. Kay Fresco (prod. ba$ket)

OUT MY FACE (tekk)

FLYING HAMMER REMIX FT. 29BabyJ (ayeblood!)

TONY SOPRANO (tekk)

WASSAM (balenci02)

2up2down.wav (drazdid911)

eri tv (d1sgrace)

Glitch 4 da twitch (d1sgrace)

Fuck it I'm Still Alive (Drazdid911)

Repent (drazdid911)

My Confession (Drazdid911)

temp x shawnyybearr - Liz and Patty (Drazdid911)

Music Video https://www.instagram.com/reel/DHwQiw-xqnr/?igsh=MWRidHI1aG9yMDFwMQ==

Forget it (prod. brickpedal)

Gotta flex gotta flex up wit no bands huh
I’m a scholar I be flexing up on campus
Got these marks on me feel just like Black Panther
Smokin blunts I be smokin till my chest hurts

Yeah dat bitch up on my mind 
I might kill her die die die
Got sum perkys by my nightstand them bitches by my side
Got two bitches on my lap fuck them hoes yah side to side
Maserati bitch come ride 
Shit all black just like Darkrai

Yeah these mines they be blowin me but I be blowin minds 
Yeah I had to change my swag up switch up the story line 
Yeah I’m back up in my house
Shit I feel like Cory now
I was coming down off Xans had me feeling like Charlie Brown 

I’m flexing up all them bands 
Got a really large amount
You know my diamonds dancing
Shit go up down up down
Uptown downtown 
Uptown downtown 
You know my diamonds dancing
Shit go uptown downtown 

Gotta flex gotta flex up wit no bands huh
I’m a scholar I be flexing up on campus
Got these marks on me feel just like Black Panther
Smokin blunts I be smokin till my chest hurts

Yeah dat bitch up on my mind 
I might kill her die die die
Got sum perkys by my nightstand them bitches by my side
Got two bitches on my lap fuck them hoes yah side to side
Maserati bitch come ride 
Shit all black just like Darkrai

DIE DIE DIE (Drazdid911)

Damn, Free Razo
Like damn, free Razo
All of this pain, I write poems
Hop in that whip, skirt Daytona 
I got a big bankroll 
Bitch
I got a big bankroll 
I got a muhfuckin black snake coat
I got a pretty lil bitch white toes 

I got the drugs, bitch I am influenced 
I’m fucking your bitch of the muhfuckin shrooms
Off of the drugs, feel like Looney Toons
I’m crashing the whip I feel like Sweet Tooth 
Twisted metal, bitch I’m breaking the metal
I got a white plug, Malcom in the Middle
Hey diddle diddle, cat up in a fiddle
I just be rocking out with, like, two pistols 
I might just  go up like a fucking missile
I’m outta town, bitch I cannot hit u
All of my diamonds shiny just like cystals
Hoe you is a thot, bitch I cannot kiss you
Get bands, gotta make the fucking quota
Late night, trapping off the Motorola 
Like Creed, punch that nigga it gon fold him
He wanna play with me, nigga I told him 

I just be cracked like an egg, bitch I boil
You niggas crackheads you smoke out tinfoil
…
Niggas be crackheads smoking out the tinfoil
I’m back in Missouri, I feel like Tom Sawyer
I’m back in Chicago, feel like Bobby Porter
…
Bitch, I meant Portis
Niggas be slow as fuck just like a Tortoise 
I might just slice shit up like a swordfish 
I just be stepping in brand new white forces 
Young Virginia boy I feel like I’m Michael Vick
Fucking a bitch, but I got hella sick
Yeah we got guns boy
Yeah we got hella sticks
Yeah we got guns boy
Yeah we got hella sticks
Brand new stick, gotta edit my class 
Walk in the bank with an all Black mask
Feel like I’m Max, I got plaques on plaques 
Brand new whips, I got Jags on Jags 
Walk into Saks Fifth, popping them tags
You is a freaky lil bitch, hoe I can’t fuck with ya
Sleeping in commissary with my honeybun
Sleepin
On a pillow, my honey bun 
We got a hundred bands for, like all of us
We got a hundred sticks for, like all of us
Shipping and moving bricks in my Honda truck
Tic tac toe, lil nigga might cross them up
Can’t believe I used to think that my life sucked 
Can’t believe I used to fuck with the white stuff
Ran up a sack, lil nigga this some light stuff
Toting sticks up in the air, damn my pipe up
…
Flexing on hoes, got a big bank roll
I need a bitch with some all-white toes
Hop in that Masi, like bitch let’s go 
My nigga Ken loves playing in snow
I just be serving that pack, this that fire
If you fuck with me, then you gonna retire 
Serving that hot shit, jambalaya 
If you is a thot, bitch I’ll slide by ya

I got the drugs, bitch I am influenced 
I’m fucking your bitch of the muhfuckin shrooms
Off of the drugs, feel like Looney Toons
I’m crashing the whip I feel like Sweet Tooth 
Twisted metal, bitch I’m breaking the metal
I got a white plug, Malcom in the Middle
Hey diddle diddle, cat up in a fiddle
I just be rocking out with, like, two pistols 
I might just  go up like a fucking missile
I’m outta town, bitch I cannot hit u
All of my diamonds shiny just like cystals
Hoe you is a thot, bitch I cannot kiss you
Get bands, gotta make the fucking quota
Late night, trapping off the Motorola 
Like Creed, punch that nigga it gon fold him
He wanna play with me, nigga I told him 

Produced by Clayco
Written by:
Simon Mathewos 
Nahom Mathewos
Byron Gazis
Bobby Sandimanie III

Makeitstop! (Clayco)

Why u tryna talk to that nigga 
Like baby just block that nigga 
I don’t even know what’s the issue
You can’t even give me a reason 
I don’t even know what’s the issue 
I gotta stop fucking wit you 
I can’t even say that I miss you 
You done got too full of ya self 
I just wanna cut all my limbs off 
I’m smoking on cookie no biscoff
All of this money don’t care what this shit cost
As soon as u break all my trust 
Lil baby you might as well kick rocks 
As soon as you break all my trust 
I’m finna go leave you in the fucking  dust 
You breaking my trust 
I’m finna go leave you in the fucking dust 
Break-breaking my trust 
baby this not love this shit fucking lust
Baby you breaking my trust 
I don’t even got no words what happened to us 
Bitch if you break all my trust 
I don’t even got no words shit u outta luck 
(Aaaaalaaaaaahhhhhhh)
Don’t even got no more papers to roll up 
I might just take a lil page out my book 
I can not do no fucking drugs 
bitch I’m on probation I’m a common crook 
Soon as I pull up to the fucking spot 
all these bitches wanna come and take a look 
I just pulled up to the fucking spot 
wit a bag of drugs nigga take a look 

As soon as you break all my trust 
Lil baby u might as well kick rocks 
As soon as u break all my trust 
I’m finna go leave you in the fucking dust 
You breaking my trust 
I’m finna go leave you in the fucking dust 
Breaking my trust 
Break break breaking my trust 

SsNova☀️
(Evil laughter)
Yeah u been breaking my trust 
Fuck what u saying Idgaf
I’m tryna keep going you holding me up 
I’m pouring out paint this shit all in my cup 
Ye-yea you been breaking my trust 
Fuck what you saying idgaf 
I see you breaking my trust 
Lil bitch you can go and just kick rocks 
Take a lil break you been taking too much 
You don’t seem like u wan go for a pit stop 
Nigga try say he ain’t even pissed off 
You dropping disses I knowing you pissed off 
I don’t even gotta diss back 
The nigga already going out sad 
I’m shipping off the pack dispatch 
I’m hoping your relationship last 
Don-don’t even gotta diss back 
Know you wan see me crash 
I’m shipping off da pack dispatch 
I’m shipping off da pack dispatch

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