fuck all that shit you talkin 
put me on stage i’ll show u who rockin
niggas stay mad cause i came up 
i took his bm cause i’m bored and she toxic 
i told this nigga she busy 
whatchu finna do 
not shit 
u pussy
i get bands from a phone 
cleat check my hoes 
and they prolly in 4s 
look

i treat them like im never finna dip 
and thats cold
wrist on swim 
i got diamonds lil hoe 
u the type to switch up on the gang 
he foe 
i can’t never trust a bitch 
on soul 
can’t fold 

mobbin 
hittin like a hunnid no problem 
if 12 try to flash 
i got a clip that’s gone solve it 
hit em wit the switch 
so their death automatic 
tragic 
finna give the pig closed casket 

back to the hoe
chillin wit a bop
i got hoes that love coke 
wit my dick their throat
her hands on a pole
i’m in control 
baby do something 
that fill up my soul 

bands in the crib 
same for the whip 
when a nigga bored 
i go splurge wit my kid 
i handle my shit 
they ain’t really bout this 
run me my bread 
before i dip on your bitch

STAY MAD (PROD. BY QRYSTRAL)

I just get my racks in 🕊️

Lyrics:
I just copped a new bitch, she exotic
Curvaceous and she drippin on my bed, that's aquatic
She wanna taste my uh, gimme top idiotic
But I can't keep her close, she be talking with a varnish
Can't break my concentration, I ain’t taking the narcotics, yeah
I just get my racks in, I don't even go to sleep
Yeah it's hella taxing, oh my god
Yeah, gotta get the reps in
Keep that pedal to the metal, for I'll lose my traction

All these bitches sleepin on me, bitch I'm bout’ to blow
I said my money long forever, that’s just how it go
I flooded out my scene, my wrist, my benz and now my coat
Me and Qrystral bout to turn your wifes into some hoes
It's hard to keep it humble when you're tweeting from a rolls
I'm too narcissistic for these brats on my phone
Said she got a man to me, and I said he a joke
That boy said he'll fight me, but he built like ruby rose
Rose, rose, rose
I be dog walking all my opps they on all fours
Hunnid bands on me, park my stick up in they dome
How these rappers talkin when my dicks up in they throat?

She exotic, curvaceous and she drippin on my bed, that's aquatic
She wanna taste my uh, gimme top idiotic
But I can't keep her close, she be talking with a varnish
Can't break my concentration, I ain’t taking the narcotics, yeah
I just get my racks in, I don't even go to sleep
Yeah it's hella taxing, oh my god
Yeah, gotta get the reps in
Keep that pedal to the metal, for I'll lose my traction

EXOTIC

EXOTIC (w. damienfarron)

you ain't really bout it 🥱

Lyrics:
You can cut the shit, motherfucker you ain’t really bout’ it
Tell me who been steady countin, steady stacking mountains
Shut yo mouth before I cut you, with this blade I’m crownin
Keep it pushing, I can’t lose when I’m this many rounds in
Yeah, just cut that shit and lock in
You don’t even put in work, why the fuck you talkin
All these multi milli records got me hella toxic
Too much money coming in, it ain’t even shocking, what

Richest in my city, Dame Margera, bitch I'm him
I'm probably rolling zaza, getting faded till I'm limp
I could fuck your bitch, and her friend, and her twin
I might go bananas, hit the beat just like a chimp
Had to kill my ego, 'fore I turn into a cunt
Nah I’m kidding, Imma talk my shit because I'm up
Tommy gun be edging lil bro, it's bout to bust
I was in the bentley, with the sticks off the runts

I was ducking school and dodging classes, tryna make a mil
Said you wanna talk money, but you ain’t in the field
Yeah, catch me running endzone, why the fuck you standin’ still
Why these pussies on my dick, screaming out reap kills
Ugh, catch me wit’ some sticks, I put a semi to your belly
Put ur xray on a watch, call that shit an AP skelly
Cut the shit motherfucker, where your bitch motherfucker
Make a bag motherfucker, count some numbers motherfucker, ugh

Cut the shit, motherfucker
You can cut the shit, motherfucker
You can cut the shit, motherfucker
Motherfucker
Cut the shit, motherfucker

You can cut the shit, motherfucker you ain’t really bout’ it
Tell me who been steady countin, steady stacking mountains
Shut yo mouth before I cut you, with this blade I’m crownin
Keep it pushing, I can’t lose when I’m this many rounds in
Yeah, just cut that shit and lock in
You don’t even put in work, why the fuck you talkin
All these multi milli records got me hella toxic
Too much money coming in, it ain’t even shocking, what

CUT THE SHIT

CUT THE SHIT (w/ damienfarron, reap)

[LYRICS]
I want cash
Go and put it in the bag
Rolling down the windows
Do a hit and do the dash

We go fast we go fast
I'll go first and you go last
Blue bands on these dollars
I'm in the whip and I might crash, like

I want the thrill
I'm making it for the pape'
You want fame, but failing
We different, let's get that straight

You be flaking you fake
If shit be giving I'll take
Yeah we could talk about the numbers
'Bout the money I make,

I want cash
Go and put it in the bag
Rolling down the windows
Do a hit and do the dash

We go fast we go fast
I'll go first and you go last
Blue bands on these dollars
I'm in the whip and I might crash, like

I want the thrill
I'm making it for the pape'
You want fame, but failing
We different, let's get that straight

You be flaking you fake
If shit be giving I'll take
Yeah we could talk about the numbers
'Bout the money I make,

Ayy, cruising down the block
These tires they looking clean
Leaving with yo bitch
We moving up out the scene

Ayy, she be goin' dummy
Yo shorty be off a bean
Said we pop too many perkies
Don't even think I can see

Double vision make me crazy
I'm all up hallucinating
She let me sign her tits
She wanna go be my lady, uh

Boutta black out
Memory erasing
The Molly inside my vodka
Go faster like why you hating

I be up in cloud 9
Got hundreds up in my whip
Gotta let the gang eat
They riding until we lit

Why you hating on my songs
You thinking I give a shit
I be basking in my money
She wanna go take a flick

But I be way too interposed
To give a fuck 'bout a bitch
Too much on my plate
Now I'm eating, I'm hella rich

And we got here with gang
Yeah they supported the vis
Said go and get another plate
Yo bitch she blowing a kiss

I want cash
Go and put it in the bag
Rolling down the windows
Do a hit and do the dash

We go fast we go fast
I'll go first and you go last
Blue bands on these dollars
I'm in the whip and I might crash, like

I want the thrill
I'm making it for the pape'
You want fame, but failing
We different, let's get that straight

You be flaking you fake
If shit be giving I'll take
Yeah we could talk about the numbers
'Bout the money I make,

I want cash
Go and put it in the bag
Rolling down the windows
Do a hit and do the dash

We go fast we go fast
I'll go first and you go last
Blue bands on these dollars
I'm in the whip and I might crash, like

I want the thrill
I'm making it for the pape'
You want fame, but failing
We different, let's get that straight

You be flaking you fake
If shit be giving I'll take
Yeah we could talk about the numbers
'Bout the money I make,

cash [prod. qrystral]

lyrics

she wanna b alone
i gave her that 
i took her soul at once 
and never gave it back
x2 

heard she wanna try to get her soul back 
but shawty made a deal so i own that 
all of your emotions i control that 
i don’t wanna hear it, come and throw that 

i be with the goons in the night time 
five star demon from the west make her act right 
i’m the type to make a bitch choose wit this good pipe 
and she the type to hit a quick snooze after this fight 

lines on the table, speakers on Abel 
but i need more drank plus the bitch unstable 
she forgot her rope so now i gotta use cables 
this the type of bitch that loves cuffs no labels 

the blinds wide open, guess the hoe chosen 
for that quick cho, she keep her legs open 
need a quick nerd to fall for that potion 
and that’s how you get the bread out that ocean

THERES A STRANGER IN YOUR HOME - Cutty Vibez x Drear (Prod. By Cutty Vibez)

COVER ART BY @SEABXN
PRODUCED BY @prodbyrubydredd

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~lyrics~
stupid stipulations
i could hear em all hating
cause they be talking on the 6
like he ain't past expectation

i do the show
fuck you pop out just to show who the greatest
cant be mistaken for nobody
if i am, whats the latest?

they hear the sound 
been bussin out the clouds
heard it from the 8 mile
going straight down south

shiny teeth on my face
solar rays in the mouth
catching cancer everytime i open up
for a smile
wow wow

while
i been
hanging with the decomposed and deadly
power level maxed'
i put the gas on the chevy
stomp the pedal
kick it in
like a drum set
crashing out on dumb shit
keeping up that energy
i see you want the full clip

Westwood hanging off the ears
for a dumb flex
hello kitty backpack
vans 
and a gold wrist

dripping
bad bitch give in
pass her to the homies
ain't no hoe im ever kissing

jack skeleton
i put the bone on yo bitch
wanna deal with things together
i ain't sold on the bitch

poker night
i might poke a fight
and let em meet the light
snake eyes
i ain't gonna bite
i let the pipe
do what it can

holdon foenem
i got different cards up in my sleeve
deadmans hand
but when it's over
im the one who leave

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DEADMAN'S HAND (PROD.RUBYDREDD)

lyrics

Bitch, I got this white gold all up on my chain
Yo bitch gon' shake it, why you tight for?
Fuckin' on your bitch, I'm 'boutta break it
Heard that boy be talkin' crazy on the net, we leave his crib vacant
Bitch, I got like hundred clips up on my waist, I'm 'boutta fuckin' spray it
'Boutta fuckin' pull up and make him bleed all up on his fuckin' carpet, yeah
Yo bitch, she on her knees, she buss it down, she 'boutta gawk it
Yeah, this money come, I go right to the bank and I deposit
Yo bitch lookin' at my fuckin' wrist, I think she want it

Pull up on that boy, we stomp him out like Denji, it's demonic
Yeah, the way I get that bitch wet, you would think she off hypnotic
Yeah, I'm sippin' on that tonic, I'm smokin' on that chronic
If she bein' extra, I'ma chew her, how ironic
I'ma give her ruler dick, if I cheat, I plead the 5th
I'ma paint her with my kids, tell that hoe to make a wish
They know I be on that shit, when I'm bored, I knock a bitch
I heard he talkin' hella crazy, might just hit him with the stick

Bitch, I got this white gold all up on my chain
Yo bitch gon' shake it, why you tight for
Fuckin' on your bitch, I'm 'boutta break it
Heard that boy be talkin' crazy on the net, we leave his crib vacant
Bitch, I got like hundred clips up on my waist, I'm 'boutta fuckin' spray it
'Boutta fuckin' pull up and make him bleed all up on his fuckin' carpet, yeah
Yo bitch, she on her knees, she buss it down, she 'boutta gawk it
Yeah, this money come, I go right to the bank and I deposit
Yo bitch lookin' at my fuckin' wrist, I think she want it

These diamonds on a different palette
I’m rich, you can’t understand it
Takin' trips across the ocean
Wit' slime, got mills on potion
She the type to switch up on ya
Okay, bitch, buss it open
New dime said she want a photo
In a foreign, tint the four-door
My fit 'bout a hundred bands
I spend a brick and bless a fan
These vibes up on a high demand
We switchin' lanes in murdered Vettes
Yeah, I get hella checks
Yeah, I get hella neck
Yeah, she say I’m the best
Well fuck it, treat her like the rest
Bitch, I got this white gold for the slugs
And birthstones on the settings
Takin' trips, my passport got more stamps
Than any UPS
Swervin', hit the two-step in the Porsche
I push in Saint Laurent
Hit the club and walk out with your bitch
I do what I want

Bitch, I got this white gold all up on my chain
Yo bitch gon' shake it, why you tight for?
Fuckin' on your bitch, I'm 'boutta break it
Heard that boy be talkin' crazy on the net, we leave his crib vacant
Bitch, I got like hundred clips up on my waist, I'm 'boutta fuckin' spray it
'Boutta fuckin' pull up and make him bleed all up on his fuckin' carpet, yeah
Yo bitch, she on her knees, she buss it down, she 'boutta gawk it
Yeah, this money come, I go right to the bank and I deposit
Yo bitch lookin' at my fuckin' wrist, I think she want it

WHITE GOLD - XATASHI X CUTTY VIBEZ

lyrics:

everyday i gotta get bread 
iced out chains 
break za inna glow tray 
bad bitch wit me in the whip 
giving good face 
yo bitch mids 
if that was me id prolly throw away 
i think i need dark in this red cup 
bitch i’m a mac from the north 
getting sideways 
they wonder how the slime came up 
cause he dipped in new steez 
new fit lookin tuff 

i left the house by 10 
took a thizz now im geeked 
i don’t care bout trends 
i dont care about amends 
bitch fuck yo feelings 
y my ex stalk me on the gram 
u silly 

steppin in fazos from bape not nike 
cutty love to shine 
had to make the chain icy 
they wonder bout cost 
k cool this shit pricy 
bossed up yes 
now they wanna b like me 

do what thou wilt 
real sauce i don’t play games 
i might cut a bitch wit a blade 
for some new gain 
shit
i’ll tell you how it feels to be up now 
nice lil movie but this real not a foreplay 

bitch i wanna see you move 
shake that shit i don’t mean to sound rude 
i like more blues so i’ma run it up 
and if u do right u can dip by noon

DO WHAT THOU WILT⛧ (Prod. By ABONTHEBEAT)

VISUALIZER BY @SEABXN
PRODUCED BY @DJ$B129

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know you been looking for a while
could you find it in your heart
to forgive
who i was 

if its too hard to love
i can kinda understand
where you coming from

it was fight on fight
know you love too much
it was time on time
now the time feels stuck
you're my way back home
you're the one that i trust
know it could be late
lemme dump my love

if the glass half full
lemme fill yo cup
if the glass empty
lemme buy you more
don't your shut your doors
know you're still there
if the shops open
ill show i care

it can be so hard
don't shut me out
im here for you and no one else
you glued me here
and left our house
still tryna find my way around

lately i’ve been thinking bout these actions that ruined us 
can you take a second just to hear me out 
cause i need that 
why these 3rd partys always trynna get in between us 
when i posted us i should of known 
the past would of interfered

and my biggest fear wasn’t that 
but u started acting weird 
and now i’m over here thinking 
how the fuck can i fix this 
but in the process i had no luck 
and i blame that on your distance
and i’m sure you had a reason 
but damn girl u so damn cold 

it just felt like u just died 
when i ain’t get no reply 
now i wonder if this my karma 
for doing someone like this 
now i’m going thru my phone
like what the fuck did i miss
i just pray to god old clips r all deleted and shit 

the repercussions from a player 
but is that love still there?
cause if it is 
i’d damn near might just run upstairs 
cause if it is
i’ll show you how much i care 
cause i ain’t never finna give up 
on these years we shared yeah

GLUED 2 YOU w/ CUTTY VIBEZ (PROD.DJ$B129)

Kryptonoff - WINTERR 
Featuring @glumy8

this track will be on streams if i see u like it

KRYPTONOFF's LINKS
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LYRICS: https://genius.com/Kryptonoff-winterr-lyrics

[Intro: Kryptonoff]
All my demons going socialize
I can tell you all no more
If you wanna save my soul o-o-o-o
You gotta try harde-er e-e-e-er

[Chorus: Kryptonoff]
Winter is coming, gets colder and colder
My heart is iced, how will I stay warm?
These bros got cold too, dirty like muddy slush
We got green flora, smoking pure bush

[Verse: Kryptonoff]
So horrible I never want to see your face again
So dark, I can't see even a single ray
Me and my cigarette, we're a couple forever
I want nothing else, get away from me

[Verse: glumy8]
Get away from me, yeah, just get away from me
I like being lonely, what's the problem?
What you what from me? (Yeah)
Ignoring all these fake ass bitches and their stupid lies
My heart is frozen cause you're fake, I see it in your eyes
I see it in your eyes, you're acting really dumb
Bomb has been planted
Little bitch in the club looking so numb
I'm in the back of the club smoking that pack
I-I-I-I don't care about you, I-I-I need my fucking racks
(glumy764)

[Bridge: Kryptonoff]
This is so funny
And disgusting

[Chorus: Kryptonoff]
Winter is coming, gets colder and colder
My heart is iced, how will I stay warm?
These bros got cold too, dirty like muddy slush
We got green flora, smoking pure bush

[Verse: Kryptonoff]
So horrible I never want to see your face again
So dark, I can't see even a single ray
Me and my cigarette, we're a couple forever
I want nothing else, get away from me

WINTERR

WINTERR (feat. glumy)

"Hunting for Speed" is a chill phonk track that blends drifting vibes with atmospheric melodies, deep 808s, and reverb-soaked rhythms. Perfect for late-night drives and the pursuit of adrenaline-fueled dreams.

Hunting for Speed

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