I PUT THE BONG TO MY LIPS!!
(SHOUTOUT TO SWEA HE IS A GOAT FR)
LYRICS:{INTRO}
THIS SONG IS GOING TO BE VERY LOUD
SO IF YOUR PLAYING THIS ON A SPEAKER
TURN THAT SHIT DOWN NOW
(WOOO)
OK
YUH
YUH
AYE
AYE
YUH-

{CHORUS}
From the streets my beliefs Sanford,
I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks
That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them
Wrecking ball is gonna be the nations anthem
My momma needed a new crib
Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip
Kicks new, my denim, raw
I ain't mad at cha
Colonizing's my new strategy
Fuck that now trying get the money
Flier than the rest of them
Making this your anthem
Then landed on my throttle
My new bitch is now a model
Outstanding clout, what up greg street
Got the new retros on my feet
{VERSE 1}
Kick game henry bitch, bonjour
My soul is feeling full,
Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll
Stack my words and pack em tight like a bowl
Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll
Your flow is synonymous to what's in my toilet bowl
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies
A few Faggots talk but they do without knowledge
They are all good like the best bowl of porridge.
Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy
Same white guy, same boy, boy!
(Ey ey yah ey)
(Ey ey yah ey)
(Ey ey yah ey)
(Ey ey yah ey)

Im left, Im right, goodnight, sleep tight
Punch a pussy bitch how I turn their fucking lights out
Smoke so much dope Ive been feeling like a kite now
Ima kill all yall muthafuckas like Im Kira

Ur boy all talk how and I know he aint a fighta
You cant fuck with us if we know you aint gon light up
If you pull up to my place you flyin high ya
And Ion bark Ima dawg and I wont hesitate  to bite ya

Ive been chilling with a Robot totin metal
If my homies need sum bread yea Ima fed em
Swear Im the boogyman yea Ima get em
She wants me to come over and I know that isa set up

But still I pull up
She wants me so I fuck her til I nut
They boutta come over so she wants me to stay put
So I punch a fucking knife deep inside off their gut

I pull anyone I want with all this money that I made
Call me Bruce Banner with all these bed that Ima break
They saying that they real but I see all the friendships that been faked
What problem you got with me? Im just tryna get baked

(Swea hoe)

MY NEW ANTHEM (PROD. HAILDEZ,DELIXE)(FT SWEA)

CHECK OUT WHEREISMO SC! HE LIT!
https://soundcloud.com/mostillmakemusic
LYRICS:
(HOOK)x2
How you the plug but aint got no pounds,How you got choppers and don't got no rounds
He broke and he's flexing the way that it sounds, he broke and he flexing the way that he sounds
(ROBOT VERSE)
Juugin finnessin i got it from nothin
He say he the plug but i think that he bluffing
Wassup with the work man i need me some weight
You flexing them bands but you pay your rent late
I keep it a hundred i do what i do, they know that there broke cause they scared to make moves
People start hating when you on the come up, Internet beef but they know they won't run up
They say they on deck but i know they don't got it
Toten that pistol i know you aint shot it
Real on my side and aint nothin gone change domin a blunt while I'm switching these lanes
Pussys they talking they giving up names breaking the number 1 rule of the game
Stay to myself and try to lay low no Johnny depp but I'm slanging the blow
No secret you flexing man everyone know You instagram flossing but still got no hoes
Im smoking this gas i need me some more I'm getting this money i need me some more
(HOOK)x2
How you the plug but aint got no pounds,How you got choppers and don't got no rounds
He broke and he's flexing the way that it sounds, he broke and he flexing the way that he sounds
(WHEREISMO VERSE)
I ain’t with all them petty movements
Baby girl you trippin 
You must be smokin way too much strong ZA cuz now yo mind is slippin
I’m fighting giants David and Goliath while you argue with lions
Heart of a lion, I ain’t even trying
I’ll take you to mount zion
Take you on a trip to hell if you ready to get hardcore
The leviathan is ready to wake up it is ready for war
(HOOK)x2
How you the plug but aint got no pounds,How you got choppers and don't got no rounds

FLEXIN! (FT. WHEREISMO)(PROD. SYRNGE)

W SONG
CHECK OUT GHOST AUTUMN!
https://soundcloud.com/herforeverghost

LYRICS:
(ROBOT VERSE)
Rhyming ain't hiding am just
Trying to find the way out this kind lifestyle
Stay up all night music is my only hope
Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope
Dropped out of school to chase my dream
Man they said I played the fool mama cryed cause dad messing
Up her life pray to god for that blessing
I just shake dice the crack head blow on them pipes they
Asking for the price
They took his life they put a gun to his wife head asking for mo money daughter crying
Ain't no what's going on cause they no they done wrong born sinning wasn't winning
Why you lil now am bringing
Dreaming 101 50 like nas did
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit
Trust me these Faggots rushed me for something my cousin probably did
 
Every time i walk inside the house, they always tend to start shit
Talk about how they gonna blaze me take me out with there wit
I hit them up with my number 1 spit am the shit right now
Tryna make it you live by the die by the gun in the slum
Man this cold world crazy I soon die cause they want me killed from
This trap life
(GHOST AUTUMN)
Fuck your faith when you ain't on shit
You know shit's real when I take bong hits
I done seen a lot and lost a lot
I done weed a lot it cost a lot
Like fuck this class I ain't really care
Cus I'm always stuck in a silly pair
And I'd rather not work with people
But they threaten with illegal
Lethal needle that'll put you
In a fucking deep hole
Like tell yo fuckin boy I'ma be at the park
And if he doesn't show up I'ma let the choppa spark
You hear that phrase a lot
But I been really tryna get a faggot shot

A Lot (FT. GHOST AUTUMN) (PROD. TAOCHI)

Yeah ima fuckin asshole so what?
LYRICS:
Blood on my fingers, fuckin' pulled the trigger
Liquor in my liver, got me hearin' whispers
Seein' only sinners, when I'm lookin' at these figures
 
Motherfucker, I am not your brother
You can't use me like I am butter
You hear that thunder? Wonderin' what sucker
Can't dial all the numbers
 
I'm a fuckin' asshole, Yea, I know
But when I'm cookin' all this glycol
Stir it in a bowl, an pour it down your fuckin' soul
 
Bitch, cut you up, put you in a sandwich
Feed it to the rats, then throw you in the garbage
Lemme hold you hostage, cause you don't acknowledge
All the carnage, I cause, you a narcissist
 
Don't fuck with me on the internet
Cause I'll burn you with my cigarette
This ain't no threat, this a fuckin' promise
Don't forget, You got debts
Or you get the death, I'm givin' you time,
You better be fuckin' blessed
 
Shootin' poison in your veins, make you feel the pain
Drag you to the devil's gates, You'll be a slave
To the snakes, in a matter of seconds
You'll be cryin' out my name
 
Sayin' you sorry, but you never paid me for all that molly
So you gon' be a zombie, for eternity
 
Damn I'm so done, Ion give a fuck
Ugh, You so stuck up, You a fuck up
So fuck you, Ima continue
Rappin' like I usually do

A$$HOLE! (prod. YXKAII)

GO TO HELL BITCH!

LYRICS:
murder killing

money making

hellcat racing

blue face faking

getting blazed

havin a taste

it was laced

what a bunch of waste

im based

could never be replaced

look me in the face

and tell me im a disgrace

you can't

im better than land

got it all planed

got a name for myself

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

i got no brain cells

damn, you smell

i go beyond on what you can see

robot you know me

I got a couple bands on me.

All these bitches out there thinking I’ma spend on em.

I’m about to do the dash on em.

But I can fuck her for one night, so I’ma smash on her.

Roll a blunt, with a bitch, hit her from the back.

Pussy tight, rub her clit, ain’t got time to lack.

Shawty say wanna play, I ain’t got time for that.

But that booty bad, so I gotta hit it fast.

Hit it fast, run it back, I’ma do the math.

Shawty fine, I’ma think that we a perfect match.

We a perfect match, I’ma let her count my racks.

She call me Bob, cuz I keep on building all these stacks.

VVS, I got a couple of em on my neck.

Money in my hands, never settling for less.

I got my mind on the money, I gotta fill my bag.

I’ma never stop, till I see millies in my bank.

I just gotta keep it going, I’m never pullin over.

I’ma pull up in a Rover, and I’m serving all my stoners.

I’m out there making money, now I see these bitches love me.

Who never wanted me, so it’s funny.

Shawty said she wanna ride, I told a bitch I go that way.

On the fastlane, catch me on this fast pace.

I got water on my neck, vvs aye.

Hell (Prod. Escobeer)

I want it to be sundayyy

LYRICS:
Why I gotta rhyme just to say what’s on my 
mind 


Running from my problems more like 
running out of time 


But I be lying too when they be asking if I’m
 fine 


Ima 

Ride or die 

Close my eyes as I drive 

I 

Ignore signs 

Make the climb

 then I fly by 


I don’t want attention just suspicion of a 
side eye 

Don’t wanna be a asshole 

When I use it be a nice guy 

I try 

To find the light an get my mind right 

But all I see is darkness maybe needa check
 my eyesight

SUNDAY (prod.RØxxy)

LYRICS:
Step back, fadeaway
Green release, all the way
Say I'm trash but you must embrace ,
But you can't ,
so I pull up in yo face

 
When I'm in public
These mans be lookin
But when I'm on the court,
Just like Devin I be Bookin'

 
Got handles you should fear
I Make you touch the ground
Just like in my career
My calling I have found

 
Make it look like 2K
The reason I play the game
Isn't for the money
It's for fame and accolades

 
Too quick,
Too much of a bully
Just wait till I reach my potential fully

 
Go on, Hit up Ronnie
Tell him I'm somebody
Sitting in the lobby
But hoopin' is my hobby

 
Weird shootin' form
boy my name is Lonzo
Put me on the the Pelicans,
Then start me over Rondo

 
Trash me all you want
Maybe you don't think straight
Cause when I lace up on the court
man you know there's no debate
(RAPTURE)
pull up with razor blades rip off your face   no need to go to court i’ll beat the case  rip out your organs your body is waste  laugh it up laugh it up you are in shame  YOURE NOTHING YOURE NOTHING TO ME X2 bitch i’ll fuckin smile when you’re screaming yeah i love the sound fuck off of my dick you got no meaning put you in the ground love it when there’s blood all on my face i empty out my rounds fuck fuck fuck him up fuck fuck fuck him up yuh

2K (FT. Rxptur3) (prod.glockie)

iam King of the Streets

Prod. Glockiee

LYRICS:
Hook (repeated many times throughout the song):
"IAM!, fuck 'em all!

IAM!, shit on my haters!


Verse 1:
King of the block, IAM!

Got the whole squad, IAM!

No one can top me, IAM!

Fuck the haters, I'm IAM!

Shining like stars, IAM!

Hustling hard, I'm IAM!


Hook:
IAM!, fuck 'em all!

IAM!, shit on my haters!


Verse 2:
Stacking that cash, IAM!

Real as they come, IAM!

No one can touch me, IAM!

Taking over the game, IAM!

Born for this shit, I'm IAM!

Everywhere I go, I'm IAM!


Hook:
IAM!, fuck 'em all!

IAM!, shit on my haters!


Verse 3:
Running this city, IAM!

No one can stop me, IAM!

Riding in style, I'm IAM!

Got the whole team, IAM!

I'm a fucking legend, IAM!

You can't touch me, IAM!


Hook:
IAM!, fuck 'em all!

IAM!, shit on my haters!


Outro:
They can't hold me down, IAM!

I'm the king of this shit, IAM!

Fuck 'em all, IAM!

I'm the fucking boss, IAM!"

IAM!

Hi I'm R0BOT

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