ПОРКА СТИЛЬ 2 [Prod by Fatal-M]

Stream: https://too.fm/7k6py4j

featuring: @Istashathescrub
produced by: Michael Link

Lyrics:

(NIKKO)
Welcome to the party 
Baby walked in with a Glock 
Already threw me the top 
It had me talking to God
A lethal weapon with extensions could put you feet in the ground 
And they all playing my songs  
So I split pay with the mob 
I said my trigger finger itching 
Who wanted smoke? I'm a bong 
Already know that my intentions very imbedded in smog 
Because I’m filthy and unprecedented at gettin em gone 
Remind me who want a problem 
Big like I’m offa SARMS 

And that’s how I’ll squeeze the blood out a bitch
My tongue got em ripped 
Posted with a gun outta state with hoes in the back 
Telling me they love all my shit 
Im mad fuckin lit 
I could get you mans fuckin slid 
I rock up my wrist yeah
Im not the one, but I’m bout my tools 
Always loaded on me, like I’m liquor on a cruise
You need to face that I have won
And you’ll always lose 
But that’s just cause I’m better and I have something to prove 
Yuh I serrate my chain so I can whip brains out em
Find a tree and let ‘em hang on it 
They swinging like playground
Wait like what’s with all the hatred they ask me 
You wouldn’t get it huh 
They can’t sthpit how I spit and it is fucking pathetic 
Yeah im fed up with these lames 
Run a hundred fuckin thousand out the bank before you claim that we could ever go toe to toe
Noticeable that you can’t 
Interlope into their earlobes and they spread it like the plague 
Came to bring infinite pain 
I'm the baddest fuck you saying? 

Welcome to the party 
Baby walked in with a Glock 
Already threw me the top 
It had me talking to God
A lethal weapon with extensions could put you feet in the ground 
And they all playing my songs  
So I split pay with the mob 
I said my trigger finger itching 
Who wanted smoke? Im a bong 
Already know that my intentions very imbedded in smog 
Because I’m filthy and unprecedented at gettin em gone 
Remind me who want a problem 
Big like I’m offa SARMS 

(Istasha)

Generated like CG 
Mirages and FIJI water
Don’t feed me
The problems they repeat 
Your goddess she bleed when she weep and it’s tragic as fuck 
You drank out the tire of sludge 
The ground where your high as the mud 
The flowers don’t grow where they should 
If you lying you dying 
So I would never ____ 
Got miners to dig you up 
Full of fractures racking up 
With that hemoglobin your cup 
Let them wagers take a loss
I got cobras in my gut
Let the venom go to waste 
Don’t forget
If I give a fuck 
Feed the nog
Take a Picture
My features all Fake 
Hit my core 
For the Fissure 
No heaven left 
Safe 
I’m a dog in a pit
Ugh I need a noose 
Sacs All My parts 
Still Kickin
No bucket No plate 
Duckin

REBEL

TALKING TO GOD

TALKING TO GOD (feat. Istasha)

silence (ft. SNIPZTEA) (prod. d0llywood1)

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LYRICS:

YOU TELL EVERYBODY THAT YOU'RE BETTER, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW
YOU SAY WHAT YOU WANT BUT I KNEW BETTER WHEN YOU GO OUT
I DO ANYTHING TO TAKE IT BACK FROM YOU
MY PHONE NEVER RING, WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO?
X2

I CAN'T DO BETTER
I WANNA GET MY FAMILY RIGHT
FUCK 'ROUND HIT HIS CENTER

CAN'T QUIT NO NEVER
CAN'T FUCK WITH WHOEVER
I JUST DO IT BETTER

DRINK UNTIL IT NEVER REALLY MATTERED
I HAD WHAT I WANT UNTIL IT SHATTER
I DON'T WANNA TELL YOU BUT I LOVE YOU
I SEE WHAT WE DOING THEN, FUCK YOU

'PROLLY MY FAULT, I GOT ISSUES
NEVER MEANT TO PUT THAT SHIT ON YOU
I FEEL SOMETHING DIFFERENT THAN WE TALK 'BOUT
I JUST WANNA KILL HIM IF HE TOUCH YOU

YOU TELL EVERYBODY THAT YOU'RE BETTER, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW
YOU SAY WHAT YOU WANT BUT I KNEW BETTER WHEN YOU GO OUT
I DO ANYTHING TO TAKE IT BACK FROM YOU
MY PHONE NEVER RING, WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO?
X2

WHEN IMA SEE YOU AGAIN?
I 'PROLLY DEAL WITH IT THEN
I DON'T SAY ANYTHING TO YOU
FUCK WITH WHOEVER BEFORE I HAD KNEW YOU

SOMEBODY TRYNA DIE TODAY
LOOK AT YOU DIFFERENT YOU MINE TODAY
I QUIT MY THERAPY, FUCK WITH ME
KNOW WHERE YOU STAY WHY YOU DUCKING ME?

BITCH,
PICK UP WHEN I CALL YOU
DON'T WANNA TALK 'BOUT NO ONE
WHO YOU SEEING WHERE THEY ALL FROM?

I KILL MYSELF BEFORE I LET YOU GO
I HATE YOU FULLY BUT I LOVE YOU THOUGH

SHATTER [PROD. SANPERSEUS]

LYRICS:

Just to hit this beat I had to make some shit up to be mad about
Hit up Krim to check the count
I hit twenty four, my brother put some fucking paper in my hand
This whole situation planned bitch

I go by my ones that’s what my hands for
Ay and put these rappers up on best gore
Y’all don’t gotta tell that’s what the feds for
Put this fucking mag up through his front door
Said somebody blood that’s where I fucked up
You let that shit slide that’s how you fucked up
Stand on something once, ay you fake fuck
You might love that bitch but ay I’m not one

Like I give a fuck ‘bout where you come from
If it’s up like that I got my scope in on y’all loved ones
Look like you got flipped to state informant bitch
That’s why I ain’t text him shit my album too important bitch I,

All y’all need some jobs you get some bread for it
Go do something real and get some ‘cred for it
Right now you a bitch it’s in y’all DNA
And get the fuck up out my life, not no Q and A
Fuck y’all parents I should beat ‘em dead
Said fuck who brought you up, who kept you fed
Ay fuck the scene and fuck the shit it bred
Middle fingers up, bitch I really bled

BEST GORE [PROD. BLCKK X SKOTSKR]

LYRICS:

Kick this shit up out my system I need sober days
I don’t need no fucking help and checking in been overplayed
Catching up on sleep I need like twenty something hundred days
Not no fucking break until I’m upping what I’m fucking paid

Put them habits down I’m not nobody you could recognize
I don’t go to war about this shit what kind of man am I
Keep my mouth shut before I keep a minute sanitized
I live with conditions waking up already paralyzed
I could count the minutes ‘till it’s time to put them plans through
Cut two hundred tracks then hold your breath until your hands blue
Stand on what you love until them motherfuckers blam you
Die with my respect and send a check up at my fam too

Kick this shit up out my system I need sober days
I don’t need no fucking help and checking in been overplayed
Catching up on sleep I need like twenty something hundred days
Not no fucking break until I’m upping what I’m fucking paid

I could do this shit better I stand on that,
Fuck you, put it on all them tracks
Beat ‘em outside ‘till twelve spin back
Keep shit running ‘till the phone get tapped,
I rig shit up if I had to bitch
Dig another grave not passive bitch
Fall back, threats not plastic bitch
Die about picking up traction bitch
I could die right here right now give you ten more years bet you still won’t catch up
Why the fuck would I stop this shit can’t copy this shit and I still won’t let up
You don’t like me it’s alright bitch bet up,
Check where you at I could get something set up
Fist work bitch ima keep going, get up
Fuck ‘em he dead and I still won’t let up

PLASTIC [PROD. SKOTSKR]

LYRICS:

Do you feel,
Like burning,
Somebody down

Do you feel, 
You deserve it?
You deserve it

Yeah, overworked I’m ‘bout to burn out again
Since October picking distance up
Honesty burn I don’t want it to end
Entertainment pay the bills I get it
Pick up the pen put your face on the internet
Cut the honesty nobody listening
Yeah, I should re-evaluate all the people I keep inside a circle show ‘em my evils,
These days people not people, huh?
Price of dying getting cheaper, huh?
Burn somebody just to push an agenda,
You can’t make mistakes they jump up and end you
Beat ‘em out the picture nobody listening

Nobody

october. (prod. skotskr)

bet that pussy gon die for percentage 
clocked in with the regular section
this ain’t no regular message
mental got permanent damage
no apologies you deaded
adding that bitch to collections
bitch all of you fuckas projecting
bitch we was never invested
picking em off like natty selection
they wanna mirror my image
they wanna play my reflection
Knock it down knock it down
losing yourself go ahead bitch figure it out
fuck is you on about it
you tossing around
recollect and then balance it out
I ain’t bury the past
ima lay that shit out
Fuck the forgiveness 
you made it my mission by running your mouth
hands open wide for reception
but they never runnin the routes
fuck is we talkin about
burn the bread out the account
it ain’t the money I’m worried about
it ain’t the money I’m worried about

said we got business working
we keep them bridges burning
head a swivel been swerving
I bet that pussy deserved it
I bet that fucka done earned it
pull up and air out the service
I keep my hate on the surface
ima just say it’s been worth it
bitch I been keepin my purpose
bitch I been filling my purses
bitch I been play my importance
keeping my head out distortions 
keeping my pace for a fortune
fuck it I’m eating in portions
fuck it I’m eating in portions

fuck bitch get it up
fuck it get it buck
fuck your time it’s up
Bitch don’t give a fuck
Bitch don’t push ya luck
They gon spin your shit
They gon hit the family plug
bitch it’s up
bitch you fuckin up
Yuh
bitch it’s up
bitch you fuckin up
What
Bitch it’s up
bitch it’s up
bitch you fuckin up
yuh
Bitch it’s up
bitch it’s up
bitch you fuckin up
yuh
Bitch it’s up
Bitch you fuckin up

don't laugh

bet I don't

been busy, sorry for the wait

FT
https://soundcloud.com/twentythree777
PROD
https://soundcloud.com/idstayawaytoo

ПОРКА СТИЛЬ 2 [Prod by Fatal-M]

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