blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

(Lyrics)

keep one hand in front one hand on my blick
i’m feeling like John Wick
rose gold face tats with the iced out wrist
no questions that i will be answering bitch

people been wondering where i been at
i’m in the back steady smoking that pack
we do not need the addy we know where you at
if you isn’t my homie you finna get taxed

i notice them watching they plottin
bitch do you wanna die or do you wanna die i don’t think that there’s another option
whole lotta bitches been inside my house but i’m crossing the line soon as they let the cops in
fuck on yo bitch everyday of the week she enjoy me continuing after she tell me to stop it
act like a toy way that bitch let me bop it aye

ima go fuck yo bitch don’t talk no shit unless you wanna take risk
don’t give a fuck i’m just tryna get rich been gone two years and they still on my dick
okay
bitch
i’m tired of giving a shit
my pockets are full when you’re filled with the lint
discovered a way to blend in with the sin

just fucked on yo bitch i might do it again
if i ever up it no bluffin i’m ready to spin
bitch i be sippin on juice and the gin
don’t compare me to you don’t know where i’d begin

i toss and i turn in my sleep
i don’t wake up till the second i die in my dreams
yo life it could end in a blink
heard you been talkin a 357. youll meet

don’t stop when shawty give top she dangerous
frenchie
rollin up blessings
bless me
bestie stay by my side named stainless
you isnt shit like the people you hang with

you want the heat i’m equipped with that fye
how many bodies a lot
sike lil bitch i’m just 15 ima say what i want like blah

keep one hand in front one hand on my blick
i’m feelin like John Wick
you sold you a bitch you could suck on my dick
take one more step and you might get hit
bitch you baloney if you talkin shit to my homie i’m knockin that boy out his kicks
like boy you don’t know me collectin yo teeth as a trophy now he cannot talk any shit

get back
came in this bitch with a strap
you carry a baseball bat
like fuck that
bustin a cap in yo ass would just make me feel terribly bad
maybe i’m sick
not very much just a tad
she suckin my dick hear that little bih gag
fight me
i’ll send you home with a gash
likely
walkin the line Johnny Cash like yuh
aye
yeea

JOHN WICK (PROD. XIAO! & WHXTESVPRA)

MACHINE GNOME W/ SKELM15

shoutout nut, he my lil sheep

LYRICS:

(Uh-uh-uh-uh)
(EUGH)
(Ha-ha-ha, uh)
(Ba, ba)
(Yah)

Ha 

(Rah, rah)
(Gang, gang, gang)
(HA)

You ain't shit behind that screen
You ain't shit behind that scream
You ain't shit behind that beam
You ain't- 
You ain't shit behind that screen
You ain't shit behind that scream
You ain't shit behind that beam
You ain't really what you seem

I ride with my team, X3, X3, X-X-X-X
If you ain't with me, back off bitch, get off meat
Like this stress, carry weight, it was me, nothing less
Talk bout death, talk bout life, it is nothing, I admit


I ADMIT
I AIN'T FUCKING RIGHT IN THE HEAD
NEED THE POWER, TRIP, MONEY, IN MY HAND
GIVE ME PAYMENT TO MY BANK SO I CAN GIVE IT TO MY FRIENDS
SO I CAN DO A LITTLE FLIPPING
MAYBE MAKE ANOTHER BAND

OR I CAN CASHAPP INVESTMENT
YOUNG HUSTLE EXTANT
THEY CALL ME THE REVENANT
BECAUSE IM NOT PRESENT
THEY THINK IM A LACKER
BUT BOY IM NO SLACKER
ILL WORK TILL I SEE BIG
DOLLA, DOLLA MATTER

I wanna get so high on green
Use my money, I'm six feet
Minus six inches
Put it in your girl and now she scream
All my bullets punch your teeth
Knock 'em out and have a feast
Cannot bite me cus you leashed
Try to bark and you get beat

They done pissed they pants when they let out the beast
Bite your tongue and hold your prayers if you want to breathe
I'm a heretic, I am not deceased 
I'm the sakrificial sheep, I carry disease

You ain't shit behind that screen
You ain't shit behind that scream
You ain't shit behind that beam
You ain't-
You ain't shit behind that screen
You ain't shit behind that scream
You ain't shit behind that beam
You ain't really what you seem
You ain't shit behind that screen
You ain't shit behind that scream
You ain't shit behind that beam
You ain't really what you seem
You ain't shit behind that screen
You ain't shit behind that- 
You ain't shit behind that beam
You ain't really what you seem

SAKKRIFICIAL.SHEEP [PROD. NXTTY]

featuring @nickxl & @drewsyourfriend

whole lot on my wrist
whole lot on my bitch, yeah, yeah
whole lot on my wrist
whole lot on my bitch, yeah, yeah
whole lot on my wrist
whole lot on my bitch, yeah, yeah
whole lot on my wrist
whole lot on my bitch, yeah, yeah
whole lot I done spent
so much it don't make sense, yeah, yeah
tryna cop me the pent'
I'ma cop the new whip every year
I'ma hit the gear, yeah, yeah
drift when I steer, yeah, yeah
I'm with your bitch, yeah, yeah
she sucked my dick, yeah, yeah

we making hits, yeah, yeah
can't forget how the first one feel
oh, you never heard one for real
I'm on my third one for real
I'm with the crew and we movin' like Motley
bossin' her up, now she look like a Barbie
I was just rockin' some Ed Hardy
I turned that guy to a dead body
man, they be talkin' to feds probly
only reason I could ever be scared of 'em
I got him red like he did somethin' embarrassing
he don't tell the truth so you know that we daring him
I'm on top of the world like the North Pole
I'm at your door like DiGiorno
I got her droppin' that shit to the floor, so
all of these diamonds, they drip on my torso

whole lot on my wrist
whole lot on my bitch, yeah, yeah
whole lot on my wrist
whole lot on my bitch, yeah, yeah
whole lot on my wrist
whole lot on my bitch, yeah, yeah
whole lot on my wrist
whole lot on my bitch, yeah, yeah
whole lot I done spent
so much it don't make sense, yeah, yeah
tryna cop me the pent'
I'ma cop the new whip every year
I'ma hit the gear, yeah, yeah
drift when I steer, yeah, yeah
I'm with your bitch, yeah, yeah
she sucked my dick, yeah, yeah

I'm in the mix, yeah, yeah
like Sean with the kicks, yeah, yeah
they callin' me Kris 'cause I got the whole North Pole on my wrist, yeah, yeah

she lickin drip, yeah, yeah
tongue to the Timb, yeah, yeah
yeah, she got her a man but she gotta be Drew best friend, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
you left with some bitches, not one of 'em hot
I left with some baddies and all of 'em goth
she really just asked me I love her or not
I told her she my sew-ah---cidal-ist thot

and it's do or die, it's suicide
I just hit that bitch and she through with guys
but I'm stupid nice, I got stupid ice
and I'll clip your shit like computer mics
call me young Frankenstein 'cause I need brain
told her, "Abby, this my addy," and then she came

bust her down, no Thotiana
blue face on my wrist, no problem
I got O's with lots of commas
scream intros like DJ Drama
that shit that you spit is on federal
I got the mills, on the general
my noodle and meat is so edible
love with no glove, I can't find me a better girl

I get lo-mein so she stroganoff
got that hot breath like an ogre's cough
and she done now so I'm dozing off
then I flipmode like it's motocross

whole lot on my wrist
whole lot on my bitch, yeah, yeah
whole lot on my wrist
whole lot on my bitch, yeah, yeah
whole lot on my wrist
whole lot on my bitch, yeah, yeah
whole lot on my wrist
whole lot on my bitch, yeah, yeah
whole lot I done spent
so much it don't make sense, yeah, yeah
tryna cop me the pent'
I'ma cop the new whip every year
I'ma hit the gear, yeah, yeah
drift when I steer, yeah, yeah
I'm with your bitch, yeah, yeah
she sucked my dick, yeah, yeah

Lot on My Wrist (ft. Varsity Athletes)

I smoke gas 'til I get calm
smokin' strong, yeah, that shit got me gone
you can't hang, nah, better play along
never cared 'bout the fame, nah, I do this shit for the fun
smokin' on gas everyday, I think I need some new lungs
I ain't playin' no games, ain't LeBron
I just hit up the bank with your jawn
they wish they can make what I floss
that shit ain't no gang, they some frauds
I taught my boys how to ball, shout out to Lavar
shout out to your broad, shout out to God, yeah

I don't got a answer for none of your questions
I'm droppin' cash at the mall, they tryna see how I'm dressin'
do not come into my town with no weapon
got the killers with me, yeah, they steppin'
please don't turn me to a menace
she eatin' the dick for breakfast
I just be servin', I feel like it's tennis
shit gettin' hot, yeah, I feel like it's Texas
I never played, no, this ain't no Olympics
diamonds inside of my teeth, they glisten
bitch, just be careful about who you dissin'
I was just sippin', I got double vision
I put the smoke in the air, yeah
stop callin' me, bitch, I don't care, yeah
three girls, let 'em share, yeah
I got my hand on her hair, yeah
she wanna know what it's like, she wanna know what this life like
one false move, that's night-night

I smoke gas 'til I get calm
smokin' strong, yeah, that shit got me gone
you can't hang, nah, better play along
never cared 'bout the fame, nah, I do this shit for the fun
smokin' on gas everyday, I think I need some new lungs
I ain't playin' no games, ain't LeBron
I just hit up the bank with your jawn
they wish they can make what I floss
that shit ain't no gang, they some frauds
I taught my boys how to ball, shout out to Lavar
shout out to your broad, shout out to God, yeah

yeah, the feds tryna keep the kid locked
I'm just with your bitch, she say, "Don't stop"
lookin' for the opps on they block
no disguisin', I ain't masked up
you was poppin' back then, now you mad stuck
I just put hydraulics on the Jag' truck
the way that y'all went out, man, that's some sad stuff
I can't keep them 'round, man, they some bad luck
flipped a couple, now we mad up
they do anything just for that fast buck
yeah, they might sell they soul
don't tell nobody, don't want them to know
I been in the fast lane, I can never go slow

I smoke gas 'til I get calm
smokin' strong, yeah, that shit got me gone
you can't hang, nah, better play along
never cared 'bout the fame, nah, I do this shit for the fun
smokin' on gas everyday, I think I need some new lungs
I ain't playin' no games, ain't LeBron
I just hit up the bank with your jawn
they wish they can make what I floss
that shit ain't no gang, they some frauds
I taught my boys how to ball, shout out to Lavar
shout out to your broad, shout out to God, yeah

New Planet

Calm

oh yeah
we got the block hot again
she let me fuck on her friend
droppin' the top of the Benz, yeah
let's get it in, yeah
we tryna win, yeah
I love to spend, yeah
she at my crib, she gettin' the hint, yeah
just look at my wrist, yeah
check out her swimwear, yeah
now the whole gang at the top, bitch, we been there
we at the top of this bitch, yeah, we been there
she like how I sound, now she tryna get it all
soon as I get the check, gotta ball
if I'm at the mall I gotta spend it all
so much on my wrist and neck I could fall

they talkin' so much shit but it's false
look at the fact check, yeah, they wrong
yeah, I got a fat check, is that wrong?
I got her throwin' it back, yeah, to my song
I been away it feel like for so long
gotta start goin' crazy, gotta turn up
remember they hated us like we was worthless
back then wasn't scratchin' the surface
they tryna ride my wave like a surfer
don't think about the price when I purchase
but don't think you 'bout to scam me now
I'm flexin', they pullin' they cameras out
I be in places they can't reside
braggin' so much, they can't stand me now
you not in the gang, you a damn clown
I see 'em wearing them hand-me-downs
who you think that you scarin'? don't make a sound
they wish they could take me out before I make it out
success ain't a race, I pray that you make it
I'm gettin' high, I feel like the greatest

oh yeah
we got the block hot again
she let me fuck on her friend
droppin' the top of the Benz, yeah
let's get it in, yeah
we tryna win, yeah
I love to spend, yeah
she at my crib, she gettin' the hint, yeah
just look at my wrist, yeah
check out her swimwear, yeah
now the whole gang at the top, bitch, we been there
we at the top of this bitch, yeah, we been there
she like how I sound, now she tryna get it all
soon as I get the check, gotta ball
if I'm at the mall I gotta spend it all
so much on my wrist and neck I could fall

I can't fuck with these hoes
I can't fuck with you, bro
goddamn, you so broke and that ain't my fault
I don't got a job, they like how can I floss?
she suck like she don't got a jaw
good brain and she ridin' it smooth like the car
they talk down on my name, they better pray to God
I been ballin' every day, I'm the boss
yeah, she chose me, think she tryna get the sauce
I'm in her throat, man, I feel like a Halls
I'm speedin' too fast, don't crash out and die
on my way to the cash, I'm lovin' my life
I think that she tryna come for the ride
they not on my side so I say goodbye
we be on that shit, man, we lookin' fly
I came from the nicks and I came from the dimes
she wan' give me some lips, I said that's fine
I got you a little surprise
close your eyes, bae, close your eyes

oh yeah
we got the block hot again
she let me fuck on her friend
droppin' the top of the Benz, yeah
let's get it in, yeah
we tryna win, yeah
I love to spend, yeah
she at my crib, she gettin' the hint, yeah
just look at my wrist, yeah
check out her swimwear, yeah
now the whole gang at the top, bitch, we been there
we at the top of this bitch, yeah, we been there
she like how I sound, now she tryna get it all
soon as I get the check, gotta ball
if I'm at the mall I gotta spend it all
so much on my wrist and neck I could fall

ADHD FREESTYLE

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Lyrics:

Do you want this life? One switch up could flip this life...
I can't believe you...

[hook]
where the future at? help me! x9
[goddang x5]

woooooooaaaaaaahhhhhhh

[where the future at help me x4]

[verse 1 - Jay R.]
Where the future at - they keep on asking me
Bitches be actually acting like they wasn't practically after me
Acting like you was a homie yuh
Y'all mothafuckas don't know me 
Y'all mothafuckas be sitting in nosebleeds
I pull up on mu'fuckas giving nosebleeds - that's how I roll
I side eye, these bitches just eye roll
They know that I'm making that fire though
It's a mob not a gang no piru
Bitch I'm a piru yeah yeah
The blue and red child rests in me
Better bet they going saying rest in peace
Blue cripping the accessories put some red drip in if you testing me
Who do I look like?
Asking me where the fuck the future at?
If young metro don't trust you I'm gonna shoot you ass

what the fuck right now like...
x4

[hook repeat]

[verse 2]
I be on my shady shit
Whip right on Mercedes shit
All my exes hate but they still calling me baby, shit
Living on the snobby side of town, ok I may be rich
Still be riding shotty when I'm round with all the crazy kids
Still be popping, paparazzis watching me through me window panes
Still be lodging shots at opposition with that widow aim
Still be lacking any fucks to give on one of any day
Still be in my mood, just ask Sylence what the Henny say
Still be on my moody shit, killing with the toolie 'k
Excuse me bitch? Who you think this is for you do me slick
Do it quick, shoot and split, 2 and then it's do or ditch
Ludacris, better move it bitch or I will prove some shit
Smoking apartments, this that lyrical arson
This hysterical, more sick than when we whipping in car sick
with that stereo blasting classics like a cartridge on Nintendo's department
I keep spitting retarded what the fuck

[hook]

[outro]
Where the future at they keep on asking me
Bitches be actually acting like they wasn't practically after me
Acting like you was a homie yuh
Y'all mothafuckas don't know me 
Y'all mothafuckas be sitting in nosebleeds
I pull up on mu'fuckas giving nosebleeds - that's how I-

wtf (where's the future) ft. jay r, burnt data

This was supposed to go on the No Rentals tape. Listen to Jay R:
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Slow Down [ft. Jay R]

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