Sometimes i forget where im at, can we get back to that?

Fire pt3

LYRICS:

BLCKK:

FUCK HIM HOPE HE ROTTIN' WHERE HE CAME FROM
I PUT ALL MY MONEY ON THAT 50 DRUM
PARK MY SHIT OUTSIDE HIS FUCKING FAMILY CRIB
DEALT WITH ALL THAT SHIT HE FUCKING SAID HE DID
ON MY LIFE I AIN'T GON' LET THAT BOY JUST WALK AWAY
I'M GON' FUCK HIS LIFE UP THAT FAGGOT FUCKING DEAD
I PUT MY FOOT UP ON HIS NECK AND FUCKING CHOKE HIM OUT
ALL THEM BITCHES CRYIN' 'BOUT HIS DEATH I FUCKING SHOT 'EM DOWN

CAME FOR THE BITCHES THAT AIN'T GIVE A FUCK
I THROW THAT BOTTLE WHERE IT NEED TO BE I'M FUCKIN' UP
DISSAPOINTMENT, LOOK AT WHAT I COULDA BEEN
SHIT I'M PASSED OUT, LOOK WHAT ALL THEM DRINKS DID
X2

RAT SHIT
I'M FUCKING LOOKIN' FOR YOU, PUSSY ON THAT CAP SHIT
HE WANT MY NAME UP IN HIS MOUTH WE 'BOUTTA TAX HIM
DON'T FUCKING PLAY WITH ME LET'S SEE WHAT'S BOUTTA HAPPEN
I BEEN WAITIN' I BEEN HOPIN' I COULD DRAG SHIT
I DON'T TALK 'LESS I NEED A BAG BITCH
THIS AIN'T WHAT YOU SEE ON THE INTERNET FUCKING CATFISH
COULDN'T GET ME TO GIVE A FUCK IF YOU TRIED, SHIT
EVERYTHING I'M BOUT FUCKING DIFFERENT I FUCKING TOLD EM SAID I

CAME FOR THE BITCHES THAT AIN'T GIVE A FUCK
I THROW THAT BOTTLE WHERE IT NEED TO BE I'M FUCKIN' UP
DISSAPOINTMENT, LOOK AT WHAT I COULDA BEEN
SHIT I'M PASSED OUT, LOOK WHAT ALL THEM DRINKS DID

TRIPLE777:

kill your self cause
(Suicide is badass)
I could give a fuckin rats ass
None of you faggots will outlast
The onslaught of the bow bow that I air out like Baghdad
Motha fucka tryna talk shit but I strongly advice up against that
A fuckboy i exterminate
I destroy ima terminate
Killin rappers new murder rate from this kid t7 from the bay
When I stand you finna sit in the shade tell a fairy punk bitch get out the game
You livin life as a damn lame I’m finna life my life know my damn name
Right hook to his face ima let him have blood up on the pavment
If you really wanna one on one we can make it happen like it’s entertainment 
Ha ha ha face it motha fucka you don’t wanna face me
I’ve been very fuckin patent 
But never let time get wasted
Out the mud sanitation
Out the lake like I’m Jason 
Outta bart to my station 
I’m neo not a fuckin agent
Me and black goin crazy
I’m feelin free like a mason
I will never end up gettin lazy
I will never end up gettin jaded

BLCKK:

CAME FOR THE BITCHES THAT AIN'T GIVE A FUCK
I THROW THAT BOTTLE WHERE IT NEED TO BE I'M FUCKIN' UP
DISSAPOINTMENT, LOOK AT WHAT I COULDA BEEN
SHIT I'M PASSED OUT, LOOK WHAT ALL THEM DRINKS DID
X2

AFOURTEEN:

AFOURTEEN DID NOT WRITE HIS LYRICS

BLCKK:

CAME FOR THE BITCHES THAT AIN'T GIVE A FUCK
I THROW THAT BOTTLE WHERE IT NEED TO BE I'M FUCKIN' UP
DISSAPOINTMENT, LOOK AT WHAT I COULDA BEEN
SHIT I'M PASSED OUT, LOOK WHAT ALL THEM DRINKS DID

SUICIDE IS BADASS FEAT. TRIPLE777 & AFOURTEEN [PROD. SKOTSKR]

uh,
take shots in the am,
I could make a brand new bitch wanna stay in,
uh,
what the cops boutta think,
I could tell em straight I was heavy in the drink,
yeah,
I put a mark on a bitch,
double my fist, get fucked bout it bitch,
take it how you want ima kill for the shit,
ima go to prison for the glock in his mouth,
that shit didn’t rhyme cause I meant it,
suck my dick ima hang myself and ima take more pills if I still bitch out,
fuck c p d gettin shot today so they can dead my shit ‘for the news roll out,
all of my opps still faggot as fuck,
and fuck -------- bet the money ain’t comin I fucking,
fed myself to the bottle again and if I wake up pissed ima do it again,
when I kill myself,
fucking burn my shit,
cause I shot that kid and I made him suck my dick,
ion rap no more,
made me feel like shit,
fuck i’m here already I might as well get rich,
y’all wanted me honest,
so here fuck it if I catch her new man in public and he ain’t duckin,
i’m down to go to prison for watchin his ass bleed,
and still get paid for lettin em all see,

You can catch me dancing on they graves bitch,
I’m fuckin cackling all the way to the bank bitch,
only strap you slingin is what dykes bang bitch,
This that real shit 7 finna go in,
I’ve been workin on pronunciation,
Faggot,
Y’all been makin me so aggravated,
Rabid,
Ima gem you a damn rock,
-------- got his mouth on a big cock,
Like a chipmunk saving all the nut up,
Till he spew it out hoping that the clout come,
This that outcome,
You a foul one,
Keep the switch ups in they place and call out cow dung,
I know yall haven’t heard about me but I’m makin laps bruh,
I see the fuckin finish line it askin for colabs bruh,
face down ass up prayin to the crown bruh,
This thrown kinda comfy ima sit back and relax bruh,
s f p d they ain’t doin shit,
crackheads in the street runnin rampid as a bitch,
The governor of Cali can go suck my fuckin dick,
Y’all turning up my home into a fuckin regiment!

UNDERLORD

CPD/SFPD

CPD/SFPD - FT. BLCKK (PROD. SKOTSKR)

DEMENTIA FT. YUNG-RARE ☢️ (PROD. SINGE)

some random 2018 shit i never dropped enjoy bitches

lyrics

Murder motherfukers on a goddamn silver plate
Rolling 'round, scoping out, we all in yo estate
Finger fuck yo bitch and take her on a dinner date
Im as fresh as a lick, walking 'round with an 8th
See you pulling up with pistols bet that i can top it
Military is my middle name i keep a rocket
Polaroid pussies aint perfect finna crop it
Get to killing rappers if you press me like a stylus
Might pull the weapon out in class, yo ass suspended.
You look suspicious the tool I'm grippin shoot through his lenin
Do not compare me to opposition I been a menace
Something like dennis I'm finna end em nigga good riddance
RVMAN the set I'm reppin we been them niggas
You posting pictures we posted up and we pulling triggers
If he ain't acting right the sediment is where he left
Fuck with the gang that's just another nigga walking to his death

spotify

walking death +kashimotu [lyrics in desc.]

s/o to bro for the cover art @cursedones

[LYRICS]

Don’t give a fuck about acquaintances, keep complaining then I’m finna start aiming shit

You lacking don’t step in the paint lil bitch he flexed that chain watch that muh fucka hang from it

TR3 up the pole you best duck, once we do the walk up you in the sky like Anakin

Spark til they candles lit, got heart dismantle it, crazy like Manson now that man a mannequin

We gone manage the lick we gone handle it

They see RVMAN oh shit how they panicking

Speak on LX name I get to damaging all of the opps the vector make vanish quick

Pick your poison or the pistol will portion that pussy ass boy to pieces like he frieza

Sworded like trunks a hot head like vegeta so best not tempt me to extinguish my heater

Aye, crosshairs line up with yo face

Wait, you crossed the line so you ain’t safe

Fuck, I think I made a mistake putting trust in that bitch she too will meet the blade

Coordinate his location we in position

Ammunition we sending to opposition

He didn’t listen, thought we was pretending, til we upped it at his fitted

Wax a nigga off like Miyagi, keep that piece right beside me show me my wages I need my percentage

Fold a nigga like it’s origami cause my posse increasing the murder rate, you a statistic

If I quick-draw the cuete it end his shit, goofy going out sad I’m sadistic

SADISTIC

SADISTIC [LYRICS IN DESC.]

Art by @nap_napolean on instagram.

Fuck all the modesty,
I’m so honestly done with apologies,
Ima body you wanna be wannabes
A monstrosity back from my Odyssey
Fucking you audibly,
rappers be white bitches learning astrology,
Drop all the novelties loose the commodities, (you nothing)
You’s a bitch out the womb and a bitch till you die this shit is a comedy,
I want it all like it’s fuck the economy,
Probably writing my autobiography,
Story of my life I want it In quantity,
Never satisfied must be my Philosophy
I like people but I like em ironically,
There’s somthing bout em I think it’s psychology,
Fuck em for just seein me as an oddity,
Prodigy,
They just seein what they wanna be,
If I wasn’t a legend before,
Than I am now,
Undeniably at war never back down,
Sneak disser talkin shit ima rip his ribs right through his back,
Out the way little bitch I don’t wanna clique I don’t wanna chat,
T7 is my give it some respect give it some pizzazz,
Already rent free in yo mind I just might slide for a heart attack little bitch,
Wait,
Facts,
There ain’t nothin in this world gon stop me,
Fantasize about shit I should not be, 
Holding your soul that I rip out your body,
I just wanna see you die,
It brings comfort to my eyes,
What I don’t incentivize,
you sayin how I live my life,
Fuck yeah fuck yeah,
Get the fuck out my life,
Fuck yeah Fuck yeah,
Get the fuck out my life,
Mental state got some damages,
I reinstate but ima handle it,
All the hate they so credulous,
I’m still waiting for the evidence im gone.

MONSTROSITY (PROD. CHASE NOIR x T7)

ZER0XTHRASH - DRA!N [prod.Keramic Tools Beats] #SWEPT

spotify goofed my drop and fucked up the song name but you know what gabagool 

RUNNIN THIS SHIT I FEEL LIKE A SOPRANO
MY BOY GOT MY BACK HE WONT RUN OUT OF AMMO
THESE BITCHES CANT PLAY ME LIKE IM A PIANO
AND THEY LIKE TO HATE WITH NO TALENT, FANTANO
YOU SEEING MY SILHOUETTE, HIDE IN THE SHADOWS
MY DICK IS SO BIG I MIGHT NEED ME A LASSO
YOU FAKIN THOSE STATS WHY THE FUCK YOU SO SHALLOW
YOU HUFFIN THOSE CHEMICALS, GO SMOKE TOBACCO UH

BITCH IM A MOB BOSS
SHE GOT THE TATAS
I GOOGOO GAGA
LET IT GO FA FA UH

SUCK ON MY WILLY, NO WONKA UH
HOP OUT THE WAGON I’LL STOMP YA UH

BIG BOOTS STEPPIN
I STAY WITH THAT WEAPON
IM FORCING CONFESSIONS
LIKE I WAS THE REVEREND
BUT THERES NO DISCRETION
YOU AINT WORTH THE STRESSIN
GO WORSEN DEPRESSION

HOLD THE TEC
FEEL LIKE IM BOBA FETT
AINT EVEN TEXT HER YET
ALREADY WET, CEMENT

SHAKE IT FOR A DIRTY MOTHERFUCKER IN A GAS MASK
SHE FROM ITALY, SMALL WAIST BUT HER ASS FAT

MATCH THAT, PASS THAT
PUSSY GET WHACKED FAST
RACK BACK, FAT SWAG
THAT’S WHAT YOU LACK BAD

gabagool? over heeeereeeeee

ALRIGHT BET
ON MY SET
WE THE SHIT
W UP NEXT

I feel like im Tony cant trust none you bitches
I stay on my own and im hiding my riches
I aint talking lilo, ill leave you stitches
Im lighting it up but it aint even Christmas
Y’all hating my ass turn around and say “kiss this”
Y’all fuckers be hypocrites acting complicit

TONY SOPRANO FREESTYLE (PROD. RXDFXCK)

WxRSHiP ME!!! (W/VIRUS)

xaviersobased x osamason -shirts off (remix prod by me)

everyone dies in their nightmares

FUCKERY w/ Kill Ebola

DOGFIGHT [PROD. BLCKK]

Spotify & Apple Music

7. TALKING SHIIT ANTHEM [Prod. 19AKIRA]

Prod. Na$tii

Chorus:
where is yo iron at u look anemic 
u lost a homie hope it get repeated 
all of these comments gon leave you deleted 
you make the wrong move n yo body in pieces 

Verse: 
lighting up sticks over rocks like caveman 
beat em so bad I don’t know where his face at 
no Walter white but that bitch gonna break bad 
DMT lab in the crib wear a face mask 
you get replaced fast 
bitch I’m conceded
448 
we might get through weekend
lil bitch why you speaking 
I time out my day with scale 
but this not show n tell
u will not catch me tweaking 

I beat up when I’m in the g spot
I need me detox 
fuck it re-up
you wanna play with that lil desert eagle
I wanna snatch it and bust through a peephole

fuck it I’m looking for smoke
I bust in like fireman 
praying for mercy
that shit is inspiring 
laying em off 
like it’s early retirement 
word up to nascar cause I’m hearing 
“sirens”

Chorus Repeats

Anemic

BUKK 50 W/ KXNG & KXLLSWXTCH (Prod. Singe + Erenn)

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