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R.Y.N.O.

LYRICS 

Ugh I’m on the clock and I’m bout to punch in
G got pack and he brought a bunch in
I hit 2k before I hit a function 
He got a strap that nigga won’t bust it
Going in circles his brain be a donut
I put a whole in him I call him Duncan, he is a hoop them bullets I dunked em
Podobrat stavit Im fast I’m Russian 

Hide and go seek lil nigga I found you 
You think you hard? fuck yo tattoo 
She want the dick cause I be a guru 
I need a glock and I need it brand new
Panda Express it, in need of that bamboo
Laughing at bitches boy I feel like ryuuk 
Gimme yo thot, boy that is not yo’s (nachos)
These nigga clowns, ain’t talking bout maxo

Daddy said boy don’t get caught with dat burner, swear I’m just tryna get plunder
Niggas will find an excuse to be running, all though that shit kina funny
The hostage tryna use the bathroom, nigga shut the fuck up
If you look at me or make a noise I squeeze the cutter

You try yo best dont stumble
For me it’s hard to fumble 
Do my best to be humble 
It’s a lot up in jail with that bundle uh
Make a decision to kill em or beat em, either way I’m in the funnel
Soon ain’t no room for them questions the pressure start eating yo brain getting pummeled 
BITCH

LARD LAD DONUTS (PROD. MAXOKOOLIN & TOOM)

LYRICS | Instead of talking to people bout problems i just write em
I feel the insanity hit as I load up the rifle 
Everything went uphill the day I put down the bido
put my life into my hands im free as fuck from the saliva (trap)

Bitch I can do what the fuck that I wanna and no one can stop me I got all the power, I Climb up the ranks like a muffuking ladder I cock back the pistol I fuck up his bladder, he say that he better it don’t even matter the bread in my pocket keep on with the rising I’m saying goodbye to this city when I get to popping, the fake is the reason I don’t give a fuck

If I do not know you then you outta luck
Swarm of them bullets yea you better duck
Nigga complaining cause he get no buck 
bashing his head by the weight of my trucks

I guess it’s bad blood between me and you
So Sorry little shorty but can you move - I’m trying to get to the cheesy blue
You in the way don’t got the time to be pleasing you - I guess it’s bad blood between me and you
So Sorry little shorty but can you move - I’m— doing so good at the moment RIGHT NOW 
If you at the spot and you tweaking you better pipe down 
I bout had to pop me a ratchet bitch with like 5 rounds 
Bouncing through his hood, drowning opps, nigga wipe out

(I know you pissed off... but let me know who the fuck you is my nigga)

Oh, hello I’m Pyrx it’s nice to meet ya
Mostly solo cause I don’t got time to wait for features 
Bitch I’m punked out can someone order a pizza
Tell her shut up and suck on this pickledy wickledy weener 
Ew I come and swipe through her pussy like ima visa card
Bitch I come through and wet up the whole boulevard 
And my flow be tighter than your daughters leotard
Member back in elementary jugging yugio cards 

Yuh I got a lot of bucks
bitch I’m snorting white stuff
Turned my bitch histrionic how I fucked her up
Bitch this blunt laced up
Ima bag chaser 
Put a hole in his brain wit a 38 uh

BAD BLOOD (PROD. 787 & SIXBOUND)

LYRICS //

Hand me a wipe bitch my nose is bleeding 
Tell me how the fuck you are doing this evening
Have that pussy looking like a pipe when its leaking 
Uber that on Saturday I fuck on the weekends
Matter fact I give the whole body a beating
This whole time ole little pyrx was sneaking, Please Sit the fuck down this a public speaking 
Momma couldn’t handle the fact that I am a demon

Wake up in the morning like American Dad though 
Only difference is I’m an American asshole 
heart darker than some activatable charcoal 
Put the beam on him as if he was a barcode

Better hide ya bitches I’m fucking em right up
Ima mark a turf like i am a biker
Baby I’m so sorry I’m mentally fucked up
And she got the nervous feeling thinking that ima pipe her 
If you got a gunnn then you better bust with a cypher 
Got the kids whining but I still ain’t changing no diaper doe
I deliver, knock em down still ain’t talking bout dominoes  
And My flow be unpredictable I’m so fucking volatile 

energy that I 
Behold overwhelms me 
So I like to disperse it
like this, you feel me?

Ouu watch how I paralyze him while holding this beretta
Precipitating bullets, like nigga grab an umbrella (PLEASE)
I be tryna stab, bitches I’m Michael Myers’ son
You really gon rob me my nigga, yea you’re the stupid one

Pow pow pow pow pow 
Oh shit.. ;) I killed him.. damn :/

1 MINUTE OF SEX (PROD. 787)

LYRICS //

I been thinking bout times when 
You would cuddle me in my back seat
I thought that you were my best friend 
knew I fucked up when I started attaching

Myself to you 
I though we grew
Finally 
I know I’m nothing to you

Ain’t fucking witcha just pull the trigger or shut up nigga 
Quit all that crying go get the pistol and whip on niggas
Can’t fuck with hoes, can’t have no feelings, Im done with bitches
Go grab your phone gallery, delete pictures 

Won’t let it bother, won’t let it hurt, boy I’m official 
Take bodies from out my closet throw em down to abyssal 
Y’all ain’t fucking with me Im cool with niggas with locking missiles
Comparing us, I’m Ernie and you a chicken little

It’s time for that moment where I made it clear, haha you pissing me off 
Yes ima boss, none of you cock suckers get the older version that was soft 
No I can’t do shit for you, didn’t do shit for me no I don’t give a fuck what it cost
You niggas ain’t safe at all leeching from me, get ya rag boy, finna get
WASHED UP, BITCH IM SICK OF THIS NONSENSE
WATCH ME STRUGGLE BUT STILL TAKE ADVANTAGE 
OF MY ONCE BRIGHT HEART LOVE AND KINDNESS 
FUCKED UP WHAT REMAINS GRIT AND DARKNESS 

Sorry not sorry bout all that fucking rage contained in this song
I’m in that mood again you might wanna just leave me alone 
I don’t bother nobody body no entering my zone 
Hope this message hit harder than yo new step daddy cologne 

Hold up, I’m seeing colors nigga a spectrum hit ya 
Oh wow, Im seeing red again like I’m Chevelle nigga 
God damn, I wanna break the system that does exist 
Inside us, we gotta search for this shit watchuma call it 
I must, make this a message that greed is not acceptable 
Anti war id say make peace with those, in, your, reticule 
hope y’all see a message in this maybe addressable 
releasing that much energy makes me feel incredible 

YOU CANT USE ME ANYMORE YOU CUT OFF
PISTOL OR REVOLVER HUH? SPIN OFF
SLICE YA FUCKIN NECK WHAT YOU BLEED AND BEG FOR SOME MED GAUZE 
TEAR YA FUCKIN JUGGS FROM YA THROAT WITH THIS METAL DEAD CLAW

ANTI-SIMP (PROD. WENDIGO)

LYRICS //

Throw him in a backwood fuck a swisher, He a ft and a flipper nigga he’s a sweet switcher
He knew his bitch was cheating 
but his stupid ass miss her, now she my lil goth bitch I’ll put this punk dick in her
My first name should be ciger cause I recked{tte} these motherfuckers 
I don’t play no fucking games go to tell Tommy so he’ll{hill} figure{figer} out
Why I beat the fuck out his girlfriends pussy the anger took control now I prolly ain’t coming back
Nigga where’s my apple juice? I NEED IT NOW
The hostage be the weirdos And we can’t make a sound.. sike!
You think that we won’t lash the fuck out, and rebel?
Well guess what? I will probably burn this shit to hell. haha
Yeah I just be flowing bitch I’m  spazzing on the beat
shout out to 787 cause the fuck? This shit heat! 
swear you fuck heads better leave this song on repeat
Or ima drop my cock inside ya wife about 20 feet deep
If you ain’t about that shit then take yo dumb ass to sleep
Oh shit my bad that parts over. Okay well guess what
Enough of the dumb shit, lets get in the meat and potatoes 
You niggas don’t run shit, like babies stuck in a cradle
Just Think outside the box ain’t no room it be filled with plunder
My mindset is fucking high you would think I’m taking you under 
You Probably think I’m a cop cause my teachings are undercover 
I calling it porno rap mind fuck you without a rubber

Pyros mean, rude and hateful
They be on the same shit so I 
flipped the bagel
Niggas on they cap shit need to stop the fakel(eese)
She love it when I’m in it “please strangle me”
Yea I fuck up the pussy I do it angrily
Yea it’s prolly why the fuck yo man hating me
And I Broke my damn board can’t skate in peace 
Why the fuck is everybody trynq phase me
Toting the poke dex with out the pokeball ye Ima scan em Im reading em uh
My dick in microphone nut on the monochrome aim at yo bih and she eating it up
Oh my god I don’t, know what’s going on
With me and my brain
love myself they hate
So Anal fuck my blade 
Make the bitch choke mid grace 

I WANNA SEE YOU DIE BITCH

PTSD ACTION MAN (PROD. 787)

LYRICS //

Tryna fuck a bitch tik tok famous 

Make it disappear that’s how I know she can take it

If You don’t get fetti nigga you don’t speak my language 

Don’t call me cause iiima leave ya hanging uh x2

Dynamite, I throw you a pack of hotdogs! 
Got drip but no you can’t have no hot sauce!
No games, apple sauce, criss cross!
You smoke boof, I smoke, death moss!

Nice to meet you but is ya ready to die B
I grab the pistol and then I beat on ya wifey
To ya lady my glock and my dick the same thing 
Fuck niiine, but Ima let my nuts haaang
I’m the opposite if ya hate me ya motivate me
smell a ounce of the marijuana it odor ate me
I guess I’m with the agenda of the emasculation
I Shank the pelvis I make him think  he was ovulating 

If I give you a dollar what you giving me? Head
-If I let you see my phone what you let me have? Sex
Slurpity Slippity dip tryna get them panties wet wet
Meet me outta town baby fuck the internet 

I’m!

Tryna fuck a bitch tik tok famous 

Make it disappear that’s how I know she can take it

If You don’t get fetti nigga you don’t speak my language 

Don’t call me cause iiima leave ya hanging uh x2

MORTIS .EXE (PROD. 787)

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