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Crucify

prod. 6astard

September 24, 2024

Lyrics:

Don't leave, don't leave
Don't leave, don't leave
Don't leave, don't leave
Don't leave
I feen for smoke, boy, I'm a bong
Boy, you a joke, hahaha
My choppa a adlib, gra-gra-gra
Yuh, you feel my pockets, boy, it's filled with the bag
Yuh, she think she matter more
I got the money on money, it's breaking my pockets
Nah sike, it can't break, it's immortal
Wait, I put that bag on the floor
Huh, bread break the floor, yuh
Yuh, she be my whore, yuh
Thought that was your amor
What's that? Something that you can't afford
Yuh, fire on me like a torch
Yuh, boy we gon' shoot down your fort
I got a K and a 9, let 'em bark
Yuh, don't leave, don't leave
Yuh, don't leave, don't leave

Yuh, blade make you bleed
Yuh, that glock got beam
Yuh, I was blind now I can see
Yuh, get out my face, you a treesh
Get the scene clean like some bleach
This blade is for everyone, capital E

He wanna die (You tryna die?)
I love to kill, that's my name
Boy, I turn your soul to a vape
She hear my voice, it's Ay'k
But no, it Crucify
I crucify, I'm in your mind
Yuh, immortal life

Don't leave, don't leave
Don't leave, don't leave
Don't leave, don't leave
Don't leave
I feen for smoke, boy, I'm a bong
Boy, you a joke, hahaha
My choppa a adlib, gra-gra-gra
Yuh, you feel my pockets, boy, it's filled with the bag
Yuh, she think she matter more
I got the money on money, it's breaking my pockets
Nah sike, it can't break, it's immortal
Wait, I put that bag on the floor
Huh, bread break the floor, yuh
Yuh, she be my whore, yuh
Thought that was your amor
What's that? Something that you can't afford
Yuh, fire on me like a torch
Yuh, boy we gon' shoot down your fort
I got a K and a 9, let 'em bark
Yuh, don't leave, don't leave
Yuh, don't leave, don't leave

don't leave

prod. TRECI+

Jan 23, 2025

Lyrics:

[Chorus: AK666]
I catch a body
He wanna talk down up on the gang, put that boy in a bin
Feel like I'm Bucky 'cause I just be armed in this bitch
I'ma hit him again and again
Watch what you say around me, little nigga 
'Cause you gon' regret when you young niggas sin
And they say he the goat, niggas forgot my name
I be that young nigga six
Fuck, fuck that bitch, her neck hurt
Bul-, bullets make your head hurt
Dick gon', dick gon' make her back hurt
Big butt, big butt bitch, I'm flattered
Aye, I could bag her faster
This not your bitch, I just fucked on a treesh
Bring out the sauce, this a new recipe
I'ma need me some heat, cook, bon appétit

[Verse 1: AK666]
Young nigga downbad, I need a freak
Not acne, your head just full of the beams
I'm Batman, nigga, I don't need a team
You want a nigga dead, boy, catch me at three
Step on the-, step on these niggas, I do it with three
Step on the-, step on these niggas, I do it with ease
My name say goat, nigga, can you not read?
We gon' spin quicker than some DVD's
He gon' be dead by the day, DBD
If you not 'bout the bread, I can't hop on no beat
Bad bitch on me, I'ma call her my stink
But the hoe caught me cheating, I guess it's on me

[Chorus: AK666]
I catch a body
He wanna talk down up on the gang, put that boy in a bin
Feel like I'm Bucky 'cause I just be armed in this bitch
I'ma hit him again and again
Watch what you say around me, little nigga 
'Cause you gon' regret when you young niggas sin
And they say he the goat, niggas forgot my name
I be that young nigga 6
Fuck, fuck that bitch, her neck hurt
Bul-, bullets make your head hurt
Dick gon', dick gon' make her back hurt
Big butt, big butt bitch, I'm flattered
Aye, I could bag her faster
This not your bitch, I just fucked on a treesh
Bring out the sauce, this a new recipe
I'ma need me some heat, cook, bon appétit


[Verse 2: Jaayy3tymes]
I feel like I'm Bucky, I'm armed and I'm dangerous 
Pull up right on his block like the 808's banging
Slimed 'em, wiping his nose, leave 'em stanking
Feel like Eddie and Venom, we pullin up tanking

That nigga civilian, he ain't no rival
He been on my dick for a year, I'm his idol
The fuck is a Adam Warlock, we gon hit at that bitch and then drop 'em, it ain't no revival
Wetting 'em up in this bitch like the tidal
Knock 'em right out his shit, ain't no checking his vitals
Lil brother run through that shit with a storm, F5
Come through that bitch with a spiral

'Cause I say spin again, again, again, again till them niggas dead,
So many shots in this mo'fucking car, we could fill up a bar, take it right to the head
And he tried to run off on us like he crazy, Ricky a nigga, give a fuck bout his legs
Boxing that lil nigga in like it's Fortnite, 200 pump, ain't no giving 'em meds

I told 6 hit the boy right in his shit, 2 different mags, we got 2 different sticks
Like I'm Star-Lord, pull up with 2 different blicks
Like it's Warzone, we squad wiping yo' clique
Working my Magik, get hit with this blade, a fuck nigga play and get sent to the pit

[Outro: Jaayy3tymes]
A fuck nigga play and get sent to the pit
A fuck nigga play and get put in the ditch
Uh, that nigga know he a bitch
Uh, you know I'm with 6
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
You know he a bitch, uh
Uh, yuh, uh, 3, uh, 6, uh, go

Marvel Rivals ft. Jaayy3tymes

Bonjour (Synthetic Up Ski)

If i get a fifty I turn to a hundred I double up all of my chips, yea
If he got a problem he sent to the lord I dont even know who gon be there
I promise that we gon be there (x4)

Huh, I promise that we gon be there (yea yea yea)

I promise that we gon be there
I promise that we gon be there
I promise that you gon be there
I promise that we gon be there 
I promise that you gon be there 

If i get a fifty I turn to a hundred I double up all of my chips, yea
If he got a problem he sent to the lord I dont even know who gon be there
I promise that we gon be there (x4) 

I leave yo hoe up in the air
She wanna get took oh yea
we going up taking the stairs
Im blowing up I'm finna spazz 
Im driving the coupe so fast
Pop out Ric Flair
Throw it up in the air
Th- Throw it up in the air
She gon eat it up just like a meal
Watch how you talkin we might catch you slipping we split at ya top like banana peel
I just love money so much ima get to the money I feel like I'm making a deal
That boy not making enough I dont think he can talk about hoes going fifty on bills
fi- fifty on bills

Huh, talk about fifty on bills
Fifty, a fifty, a fifty, I turn to a million, million, million
Shordy get wet like amphibian
amphibian (x14)

Huh, I promise that we gon be there (yea yea yea)

I promise that we gon be there
I promise that we gon be there
I promise that you gon be there
I promise that we gon be there 
I promise that you gon be there 

If i get a fifty I turn to a hundred I double up all of my chips, yea
If he got a problem he sent to the lord I dont even know who gon be there
I promise that we gon be there (x4) 







 



WE GON BE THERE

december

lon4everr - zone 6

Save me!! ( Jane Remover Flip )

Produced by: (prod.imkpala_)

[Hook]
Count it up quick, you gon’ see who really winnin’
Cartier frames, all the lights keep hittin’
New ice on my wrist, lil’ bitch keep grinnin’
Just left Saks, blew racks in a minute
Slidin' on the opps, no vest, still spinnin’
Walk in the spot, told gang bring the bittys
Bands on the floor, who cleanin’ up with me?
Heard he want smoke, then we comin’ through city

⸻

[Verse 1]
Hop in the ‘Cat, go room when I press
Neck full of V’s, I don’t need no vest
She wanna vibe, but I’m onto her friend
Countin’ up blues, I’ma do it again
Shawty too thick, had to pass to the bro
Glock with a beam, put a tag on his toe
Mixin’ the Wock with the Hi’, movin’ slow
Flex on the ‘Gram, just copy the flow

⸻

[Verse 2]
She see the racks, now she hop in the Benz
Walk in the spot, I’m surrounded by tens
Bust down my chain, it be dancin’ again
I spend a dub, then I make it back in
New foreign coupe, push a button, i drift
Pockets on swole, they can’t even sit
Flex on a opp, put his name on the list
Fly out yo' bitch just to show how I live

⸻

[Outro]
Count it up quick, you gon’ see who really winnin’
Cartier frames, all the lights keep hittin’
New ice on my wrist, lil’ bitch keep grinnin’
Just left Saks, blew racks in a minute

Count it up quick, you gon’ see who really winnin’
Cartier frames, all the lights keep hittin’

Been Hittin'

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