Thug girls don't cry

Dont Be A Lil Biiihhhh

SINALOA

Alone

Munch

[VERSE I: Wetto]

killer with that AK get this motherfucker bussin'
tell a hoe to get the fuck if she ain't here to suck it
creepin' on a come up i got fam that need some funding
i'm ducking from drugging and sipping that Tussin and bloating up my stomach
i need the D
the O
the P the E
riding clean
the G the L
E 63
oowee
see chicken heads, they fiend for me
yung north
S-I-D-E
W-E-T
verse two in the booth with a glock loaded
off so many meds
am i coming or i'm going?
fuck an interview, mane
i'm too raw to sugar coat it
see a dead man walking 
next election he'll be voting
pimp on a track
mix dope with the crack
i might slide
camo mask
turn your hood to iraq
bury suckers
fuck a groupie
that's the truth i feel like gucci
i got 99 problems and not one is you gon shoot me
we got anna, motherfucker?
let me know or keep your mouth shut
slicky make a million every time i give that mouse touch
slicky whip that wrist and make a motherfucking ounce jump
wetto mack a bitch
play hard to get and get her mouth fucked
sick motherfucker
no mind motherfucker
that white trash high taxed dying motherfucker
tell the world eat my dick
ima prick motherfucker
life hell
tough shit
i'm the bic motherfucker

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

fully loaded choppa
knew this bitch who lived on tchoupitoulas
bitch seemed like an opportunist
flockin' just to jock my new shit
stopped in houston
belly looking swollen
better stop abusing wock and chewing fent
yeah all my teeth are fucking rotten
cruising down your block and you know blanco lighting blunts of herb
carefully choose your words
unless you'd rather bite the fucking curb
what's the word?
whatchu fucking heard?
blanco smite the herd
fuck your bitch until her spine is curved
blanco spiked your nerves
bitches on my dick like a love bug
tryna get their claws up in me like a fucking mud bug
bitch ima smug thug
calling up my young plug
playa all that smoke is gonna make me get my lungs scrubbed
i need a breath of fresh air
splash some water on my face
looking back on my mistakes
regretting them is such a waste
keep it pimpin'
move it forward like i'm running just to race
devil right behind me like a finished first place
all of these haters keep wishing that they could be me
all on my steez
spreading my wings but i ain't taking anyone under them
why can't i just glide in peace
using these drugs to release
fucking these bitches for free
flirting with death
i keep promising things 
when's he gonna know that im a tease and i'm just tryna get a lil sleep?
capitalizing the G
F to the I to the V to the E
N to the I to the N to the E to the F to the O to the R to the L to the I to the F to the E
for my gang i will do anything
for my gang i will do everything

YIN YANG TAPES: Summer Season (1989-1990)

Bloody 98 (feat. Ghostmane)

BLOODY 98 (FEAT. GHOSTEMANE)

prom

Call Your Friends

Deadstar

Audi.

Heart Full of Rage

High Right Now

Double feat. NLE Choppa (prod. Tony Seltzer)

Watch the "Barbie" Music Video: https://youtu.be/qNU-I7l395A
Stream/Download "Barbie": https://song.link/us/i/1539844112
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/j2sse/

Barbie (prod. gee hues x je$$e)

My mom and my dad died when I was a child. I remember I was to little to understand where mom and dad had gone. I desperately longed for my dad, so I got into poetry to be more like him to feel him alive in my heart. Most people weren't even writing the totality of an alphabet and I was already understanding how to take apart the words and inter exchange them to form beauty in the thyme of it all. To explain it as easily as I can, it still is the only time I feel like I'm really even alive. I feel the loss of them so deeply on me and honestly the pain of this wound has guided me throughout my whole life. I once was very lost and I had 7 overdoses and deaths, I'm a walking piece of art and I feel like the only reason I am alive is to showcase the power of being vulnerable, the grace that lays inside of us is within the he wounds we have in our soul. I have not spent a day in 18 years that I don't make music and it's this that truly is why I am here. If I couldn't create I wouldn't have the will to live: and in this being the only thing I ever had and the only thing that brings my parents back to me: I know I'm fulfillng my purpose for being. I truly believe I have to walk in the he crippling pain to separate myself from the ego of pride and to live in what is truly real. This is to help show the world the most traumatized of people still can be radiant, that to lose may hurt the heart by it turns out he soul to gold. I now know God is with me everywhere and where I stand with him I also stand in the warmth of my parents presence. I am here because i am supposed to help the world see itself through my eyes, the ones flooded with tears in innocence, the eyes of that child that felt so broken all it could do is to love. I'm a creator, what you hear isn't necessarily who I am, it's just someone else that I become in the moment. Music is art. I'm not trying to outshine anyone else, I just want to create musical paintings if you can understand what I mean. 

Alone

Resin of 502