Lyriks:

I’m like fukk this rap shit, I got pounds in the attik
Aka Big Patxhy Sosa I be trappin 
U kan jus kall me Mrs. Gucci Bag, bitxh
Walk up in the 5pot, I got pounds in the bakk, bitxh
And I got the brikks nikka, and I got the pills
I got glokks 4 u bitxhes aktin hot, better xhill 
Fore u katxh a fukkin bullet in yo mothafukkin grill
Gotta keep dis 5hit real, I don’t kare bout how u feel
Ridin round yo 5ide of town
Guarantee I see u nikka u gon get gunned down 
Kuz I ain’t fukkin round
I got 50 rounds, 100 rounds, why u dukkin now?
Aktin like a bitxh, you don’t wanna hear dat drum 5ound
Guarantee, nikka u gon die
Send that pussy nikka 5traight 2 the sky
Imma real ass killa, bitxh don’t get divided
My money multiplyin, while u nikkas lyin
In yo mothafukkin grave 
And me and all my nikkas, yea we fukkin gettin paid
And I got 9ensokyo shootas on payroll
They gon do jus what I 5ay so
So u better lay low
Yea I kount that fukkin queso, nikka
Kuz I kould neva be broke
Bitxh ass nikka, yea we jus treat u like a joke
Yung Patxhy Sosa, imma light yo blokk up
Nikka talkin down then he gon get 5hot up
Why u wanna akt like I ain’t with the shits?
Imma ride round with the 5tikk
Bitxh u gon get hit
And yo nikka rlly want me 2 fukkin send a flikk 
But I’d rather 5end them bullets
Slide on me, bitxh no u wouldn’t 
Guarantee that u kouldn’t
Kuz my nikkas they gon 5top u in yo trakks, bitxh
And I’m finna put 9ensokyo on the map, bitxh
Xhoppa have a nikka 5traight runnin fukkin laps, bitxh
Nikka u was neva in no fukkin trap, bitxh

Traplord Free5tyle (Prod. Gfelds) #9ensokyo

Lyriks:

Damn
Damn
All of u nikkas be bitxhes 
Bitxh I’m tryn get 2 the rixhes 
Bitxh I’m in the 5karlet library with them fraud bibles 
Yo nikkas look up 2 me kuz I’m the trap idol
U kno I got them pakks 5hipped in 4 the low
And imma get 2 my guap, get 2 my dough
Lil bitxh, imma pull up with the mofukkin 5trap and u better mothafukkin dukk 
Kuz I guarantee nikka yo ass gon get plukked 
Off the mofukkin 5treet
When I got that 5treet sweeper, so u better not try akt like u gon kreep 
Kuz imma pull up with that glokk, u ain’t gon make a peep 
And all u nikkas u get put to 5leep, like u was kountin sheep
Bitxh, imma rlly pull up in the mofukkin night like a demon
Xhoppa gon leave these nikkas 5traight skreamin
And yea bitxh I kikk it with the fukkin heathens
Lil bitxh I be kastin 5pells
And these nikkas, they wanna see me inna xell
But Patxhy on the road, I be 5hippin them bells
And u kno I got them Ps in, and I’m gon 5hip em out
Nikka talkin down bekuz his pokkets inna fukkin drought, hoe
Bitxh I’m tryna get them large amounts
Wtf u talkin bout? Sokk a nikka in the mouth
Yung Patxhy Sosa neva need no pen or no pad 
I jus 5pit it off the top, freestyle kuz I’m rad
And I got dat swag
And yo bitxh wanna get with me, but I 5aid no
Kuz that hoe lookin sad 
Bitxh I got the kash, and I’m gon swag out
Bitxh I got that money, add it up I got them large amounts
So muxh fukkin kash, 5wear that I kan barely fukkin kount it all
And u kno that me and my nikkas gon ball, neva fall
Kuz we ain’t gon lose
And a nikka talkin down, xhop run him out his 5hoes
Bitxh, u nikkas get left with more than just a bruise
U get left with 5ome bullet holes
U nikkas get exposed
For aktin like some hoes

5hippin Pakkz (syyferhd x remibandxz)

Damn
Nikkas hate patxhy kuz I’m not a rapper, imma trapstar 
Got dat 5tikk up in my dress while dese nikkas jus akt hard
I ran up the trap money, I don’t need a blakk kard 
Got dem blue faxes on me, bitxh I 5tay kountin hunnids
I’m wit Remilia and Sakuya, u know we gettin money
And I’m finna fukkin 5hoot you if you run up on me funny
Intelligent in the trap, bitxh I kant be no fukkin dummy
They like “patxhy why u 5pazzin on em, why u goin stupid?”
Remilia told me to lokk in wit the 5tu, I hadda do it 
Everywhere that I be movin, bitch I’m klutxhin on my toolie 
And I 5wear I’m rlly ttk, I’m not afraid to use it
Dey like “patxhy don’t u got asthma, ain’t u fukkin sikk?”
Hell na, I lied to the dok so I kan get a 5kript
Learned the mothafukkin method, I make my own aktivist 
And I’m 5mokin on this za, it’s smellin like some kat piss

I got the 5karlet Devil Mansion sippin akt while u sippin robituss
And I pull up wit that fukkin 5tikk, u know that imma buss
9ensokyo up in first plaxe, I know you’ve had enough 
And u aktin like u tough, bitxh I’m finna kall yo bluff
Bitxh it’s zaza what I puff, while u 5mokin on some huff
Roll up 5wishers, bakkwoods, or a mothafukkin dutxh 
I ain’t got it, rollin up a game leaf, it kome in klutxh 
And u know I’m pourin up at least a 4
I pour up a 6 and den I’m gon be on the fukkin flo
I pour up a deuxe, it ain’t enough, I needa pour some mo
I told Remilia we needa get some faygos from the 5to
Imma real trapstar, bitxh I be good up on the 5tove
Got them pakks komin in, the plug 5hipped em onna boat
If I don’t got my 5tikk on me, bitxh then u gettin poked
I’m not even a rapper but they be 5ayin I’m the goat
Damn

5kriptz (prod. remibandxz) #9ensokyo

Lyriks:

Yung Patxhy Sosa, I been sprayin blokks up for weeks
Nikka u don’t wanna be my motherfukkin enemy
Remi told me get back in the stu, I had to find this beat
Nikka this ain’t hide and seek, u is never findin me
Nikkas they be bitin, like Ray Charles, that shit just blind to me
They say “Patxhy u the goat” u ain’t got to keep remindin me
I already know it
Got that stikk up in my dress, I pull it out and imma blow it
Say that u be gettin money nikka, but u never show it
With 9ensokyo, we got them stikks, u know we really totin
Gotta look out for my gang, they tell me “Patxhy yeah u chosen”
I ain’t fukkin with none of these other nikkas, they be hoein
I’m the big deal trap star reppin 59
Talkin down, like 50 Cent u gone get shot 9 times
Nikka want the kitty cause he heard I got 9 lives
Fukk that shit, I set him up and hit that likk with my slimes
And I still be sellin brikks, I don’t give a fukk about this rap shit
Thought I told these mofukkas big Patxhy be trappin
Nikka talk down on the gang, imma leave him past tense
Walk down on em they gone be like “what the fukk done happened?”
And I got the pounds of the za, nikka kome and get a bag
Laughin in these nikkas faxes, yeah I love to get em mad
Make a wrong move and then that stikk go off
Imma rob you cause I heard that you’s a big show off

Damn, damn, damn
Yung Patxhy Sosa still puttin on for 9ensokyo
Nikka said we homies but really, bitxh u don’t know me though
Dikkridin so hard, u need to hit the rodeo
I ain’t tryna do no features, what the fukk I look like?
I am not a rapper, thought I told em this that trap life
Yung Patxhy Sosa, yeah u know I’m shippin pakks right?
And I keep that strap tight, so u better akt right
Cause u kould get klapped right in fukkin broad day
I don’t kare bout what u say, u best not talk down on my gang
We gone pull up, spin yo blokk, and then we reloadin them thangs
Yung Patxhy Sosa really a shooter, nikka I got aim

Hide n 5eek (prod. ufothemoney!)

Musik Vid: https://youtu.be/7m7q1SLXU8c?si=c-mUv1kAjP4L6MEm

Lyriks:

(patxhy)
Damn
If I see a fukkin opp, Big Patxhy Sosa finna kill a nikka
I’m gone say what I want, I don’t kare if u gone feel me nikka
Always talkin down on me but u just lookin silly nikka
I rep that 59 and u know it’s still 9ensokyo
Bitxh I kant be your Juliet cause I don’t fukk with Romeo
They thinkin that this shit a game until I fukkin slide on them
Like my nikka frus would say, bitxh all u nikkas really trim
Bitxh I been servin brikks all week and I still got the pills
Pull up to the trap, order some, and kome get u a deal
If the polixe interrogated, I know that u would squeal
But u know I ain’t gone say shit cause I keep it too real
Got like three phones and they steady buzzin all day
I be servin dimes and grams in the fukkin hallway
They like, “Patxhy u self inkriminatin” bitxh no I’m not
They kant prove shit in no kourtroom so really, fukk the kops
Bitxh I got them mikro drakos and them motherfukkin glokks
If u talkin down on Patxhy Sosa, imma let em pop
We gone pull up on your gang and send more then a kouple shots
And then we run up in your trap and serve your work on your own blokk

(remilia)
Servin work on yo whole blokk
SDM we got xhops
Ixe on my whole watxh
I pull up I get eem gone
Posted inna trap wit my dawgs I'm poein up dat wokk
Yeah u run up u get popped
Imma send lead right thru his body
Katxh an opp and it's over
Sippin wokk I ain't sober
My bakk hurt I been bent over
I been vakuum sealin orders
Servin yay out dat Toyota
Gat pakked I got da blower
223s at yo dome
I put u under dat tombstone
Bitxh I got da xhop under da seat
Run up on me nigga yeah I got dat heat
Yeah, I'm juggin bandxz yeah u kno I gotta eat
Get da pakk gone den da reup kome bakk to me

Patxhouliii x Remilia Bandxz - Hardkore (prod. remibandxz)

(Remi)
Aye errday I’m gettin cake
Flan gon getchu flamed
Trap house I’m making sales
I smoke bro like a vape
Ninja low taper fade
Glock knock off yo face
Fled da scene I did da race
Yuh stick em hands up
Hit juggs I’m masked up
Opps lynched I hang em
I been in my manor
Mind yo manners, chop turn u to a dancer
Aye yuh, violence always da answer

(Nitori)
I heard u talkin so what’s up 
I heard that u want beef with us 
U rlly doin too much nigga my gang comin in real clutch 
U hating but I'm sky high 
I'm off the pills I cannot lie 
In the forest I'm so shy 
But if I pull up u gon die 
I'm up with patxhy sosa 
Stop talkin we do not know ya 
U rlly think the glock is fake well then I'm gonna show ya 
Pourin up with remi bandxz
Pop a perc and do my dance 
Went so hard I'm in a trance 
U want this life u don’t got a chance

(Patxhouliii)
I feel like Nitori, I’m goin to war
I’m movin like Zoro, I came with the swords
U don’t got a pistol, u just a lil boy
It ain’t bout no money then u get ignored
I stay with my glockie, u know that’s of course
I’m movin like military doin tours
These nikkas be bitches, these bitches be whores
They bitin off me cause they know I’m the source
Think u the one? U don’t got a gun
Bitch I’m Yung Patxhy, wtf u want?
Nikkas be hatin but they be my sons
Pull up with pistol on me then u done
Just like a marching band, I got the drum
Pockets be fatter than Big Pun
Pockets be fatter than Dave Blunts
Bitch I might smoke a nikka like some Runtz
Think u that nikka? U don’t got no rizz
Bitch I’m Yung Patxhy Sosa, what it is?
Talkin that shit but they really my kids
Crybaby ass nikka need a bib
Pussy ass nikka never did a bid
Why u be cappin bout the shit u did?
Talkin down on the 9 then u dead
Smokin on purple, sippin on the red
Hold up nikka, where the fuck is my meds?
Pop me a perky then I do my jig
Pussy ass nikka scared to go to jail
Go on that mission then u gone fail
Mickey Mouse ass nikkas gone tell
Bitch I can guarantee I’ll pay the bail
Get with the gang, boy that ship has sailed
Bitch I’m still sendin packs in the mail
Damn, nikkas be knowin that I’m shippin packs
Hatin on me but boy u really wack
Talkin down on the 9, u gettin smacked
I stay with the legion like my name was Xat
I call up Nitori, “where tf you at?”
We bouta hit a nikka with the gat
Spin a nikka block, I’m runnin it back

✧patxhouliii✧

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