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

Lyrics:

[I'm a lonely..I'm a lonely lonely... I'm a lonely loner, aaaaaaaaaahhhh woooooooaaaaaah]

I'm a victim of abuse man, the perpetrator's name is me man
Got a critic Ego no Anton, Gusteau will never hire me man
Stubborn boy fuck a day job man I want that fuck what they say job
That "put the work on display, walk away disappear with all the pay" job
Told my demons back off of me
Yall make me sick don't cough on me
I need to take a sip of water and a sip of reason 
don't scoff at me
Throwing bricks at my own windows, self confidence on tip toes 
I say yes I'm black but they tell me no's
Cuz I can't dunk and never shot foes
Eyes pan across the landscape
It's grey,
deadpan like Snape
Take a mental pic, yin and yang, flip flopped like people - two faced 

Done with picking on the plantation, 
Finna run away I need sanitation 
Don't call my phone I'm zoning out
Contemplating living in this nation 

Control city we burn it down,
Yo city they burned it down
I guess it's my turn now
I don't smoke loud but I'm a lonely cloud 

I'm a lonely cloud I don't want a crowd
I'm a lonely lonely-

[Ayo Redrock shut the fuck up]



yoshi city freestyle ft burnt data [prod. Yung Gud]

shouts out cannxn shouts out pops and shouts out the lord mane gang shit

(Lyrics)

9 to 5 livin’ i ain’t really wit it
came off the block made it spin like a fidget
knock you in half bitch you look like a midget
2,000 rounds to yo 33 digits
i’m so awake i ain’t sleep in a minute
pop out the benz hollow tip to yo fitted
game has been rigged since the fuckin beginnin
said i could get you a feature i’m kiddin

see my perspective from where i be sittin
no point in praying the way y’all he sinnin
fuck life the fuck i’m gonna do with some lemons?
oral service in her mouth just like a fuckin dentist
goth hoe big titties pull up in my mentions

wait
bitch what the fuck
sucks how you can’t keep it a buck
aye
bout to eject my slime all up on that slut
red headed bitch with a big ass butt
never fiend for attention i’m focused on rolling my blunt

i don’t need my pension don’t give a fuck
i was in detention with the dogs yea the mutts
see this fiend ass fuck smoking cigarette butts
never from the trenches where the fuck he got up
rip T man he got shot up
roll me some T i’m smokin em up
shit put the T in toke
man i can’t choose a cal. eenie miney moe
bitch
bullet proof head to toe
just give Skelm a second he’ll switch up the flow

i am a demon like my name P. Diddy
i do not promote that shit i’m just kidding
do you know who is yo enemy why don’t we talk about people who running the city
eager to following trends do you even know bout the things you committing
why whenever the truth gets told somehow another faultless soul goes missing??

have a conversation with unconscious
shit is like a dream but bitch i’m conscious
man it’s not my fault that i always stay ballin
trip to the gate where they at let em all in!
walk through the trap why you pointing and laughing
karmas a bitch
he’ll turn to a has been
too many milligrams man what just happened?
if i know one thing i can’t stand your yappin
wrist has been wet like an ocean 
got no emotion 
still in the motion of shit
pour me some wock in my potion
feel like i’m floatin
then i go smoke a whole zip
i do not know where i’m going 
maybe it’s hopeless
hope i got nothing i’ll miss
shrooms
weed
acid
DMT
i’m still stuck in the abyss

fish
smell like yo pussy
i am a vet little bitch not a rookie
fuck what you sayin i’m puffin on cookie
if i ever die then the government took me
i used to love to play hooky
woah
she want me to choke her whenever we nooky
calm down boy yo making yoself look stooky
yo location
bitch i’m looking
i know that we haven’t spoken in years
you still a bitch i’m just making it clear
all on my dick like a queer
i’ll shoot up the venue then drink me a beer
eyes all black i’m a walking abyss
ride two deep till the day we dismissed
bitch i don’t need no harm no risk
i am not to friend say hi to my

SHEEPLE W/ CANNXN PROD. LYRICAL POPS

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

Streaming - https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/emilrottmayer/c3Ck

https://emilrottmayer.bandcamp.com/album/descend

Eye Witness Records (FNA Dream Girl Records ) is proud to introduce the debut album by Emil Rottmayer. The album is a collection of his most popular tracks from the past few years--a collection of thumping, modern takes on a classic sound. A charming listen reminiscent of 80’s synth-pop and nu-disco, its warm energy sustains through the entirety of the listen. For the first time, Emil is breaking free from his digital chrysalis, and his music is getting the treatment it deserves: a full vinyl release.


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