smackin in my loafers! ft. ilycrisis & piccon [ilycrisis x prodeliii]

AUNTIE II (oh my gawwd)

Indigo! x Piccon

TV (feat. Kill Stacy) (+ProdEli!)

AVALANCHE (feat. KURSEiZO) (+FONY WALLACE)

Piccon - diet dr. kelp (prodtheoo)

inflation (+pam)

Piccon - LIL MAC FREESTYLE (GR8TAH, Eli! & Reji)

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Yeah) (Uh-huh) (Let's Go!)

[Chorus]
Nigga talkin’ like he trap—fuck that cap, where them racks? (Where they at?)
I ain't tryna rap, I'm tryna cook this slab, break it back (Break it down!)
Dirty skillet, fork spin it, hoodie on, I’m with the shit (Brrra!)
Mean grill, got the blick—fuck you starin’ at, lil bitch? (Pow!)
White tee, black mask, walkin' like I own the block (Yeah!)
I ain’t never need no stage, nigga, I just need my Glock (Let’s go!)
Hatin’ on my age? I was thirteen movin' weight (Real trap!)
Ain’t no profile in them books, just that stick I let it quake (Boom!)

[Verse 1]
Calculator full of digits, fuck I look like usin' sense? (Fuck you mean?)
I just double-counted chicken, wrap it tight, then hit the fence (Skrrt!)
Broski posted by the door, he swing it wide, I grip the pole (Grip it!)
Niggas snitchin' on they folks, we duck the law, we play it cold (Shh...)
Dirty money in my pocket, I can't fold it if I tried (Nah)
All them threats be on the net, in real life, them niggas hide (Pussy!)
Taught to hustle, never beg—bitch, I learned that from my block (Straight up!)
MAC blow like a tuba, knock a soul outta his socks (Boom boom!)
Don’t confuse me with no rapper, I’m a killer in disguise (Pow!)
I ain't sign not one agreement—trap my label, this my life (On God!)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Trigger clickin') (Feds lurkin’)
Why he nervous? (Shh—move perfect)
Junkie twitchin’, what he purchasin’?
We got bows and we got Percys in (Uh!)
Ain’t no curtains when we slide, you see them beams before you die
We ain't scared, we glorify—niggas die, we let it fly (Let it fly!)

[Chorus]
Nigga talkin’ like he trap—fuck that cap, where them racks? (Where they at?)
I ain't tryna rap, I'm tryna cook this slab, break it back (Break it down!)
Dirty skillet, fork spin it, hoodie on, I’m with the shit (Brrra!)
Mean grill, got the blick—fuck you starin’ at, lil bitch? (Pow!)
White tee, black mask, walkin' like I own the block (Yeah!)
I ain’t never need no stage, nigga, I just need my Glock (Let’s go!)
Hatin’ on my age? I was thirteen movin' weight (Real trap!)
Ain’t no profile in them books, just that stick I let it quake (Boom!)

[Verse 2]
I got scars across my knuckles, I was punchin’ through them locks (Facts!)
Used to weigh it with no scale, just feel the zip inside the socks (Hefty!)
Fuck a badge, fuck a badge—niggas wired, we pull tags (Boom boom boom!)
Choppa blow like trumpets loud, now his homie wear his rag (Red dot!)
I been evil since a shorty, had no hero, had no light (Nah)
Saw my OG stretch a forty, taught me how to make it right (Turn that stove!)
Fent' mixed in the Sprite, this ain’t lean, it’s do or die (Wooh!)
You get smoked before you blink, nigga, this that 843 vibe (Pow pow!)
Catch a stain, don’t say a word, just switch the fit and change the ride (Skrrt!)
Better pray, this ain’t no game, bitch we bangin’ nationwide (On God!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Shh—move in silence) (Brrra!) (843, this that pressure nigga!)

Talking Trap [Prod. PMO Music]

dontpwm prod. y3rci

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‧⁺◟( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́  ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ ) i only make music for therapeutic reasons
                  pronounced (pie-con)

TV (feat. Kill Stacy) (+ProdEli!)

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