[RO$ETTA]
pocket full of money, dream about it in my sleep
yea that paper green, that fucking cream, yea, that’s just what i need
i’m a dope fiend, cannot lie, i need that fucking green, and i ain’t talking bout that money no more, i’m talking bout them trees 

i hit milford, tell him, yo it’s time to make that cash flow
spit a couple bars, and tell these pretty bitches how it go
make a track, then play it back, the speaker bumps, you know it slaps 
but they don’t listen, nah they missing out, they steady taking naps

they sleeping on us, wake em like some motherfucker narcan
blunt up in my left, while my right hand flicking to my rap
perfecting all my fucking flows, smoke then turn into a ghost
stumbling from all of the shit i’ve ingested, i’m tripping, i’m trying to regain control

[MILFORDDAGREAT]
pocket full of money, couple ounces, watch it turn to smoke
i’m a dope fiend, take a hit and watch my body float, i’m trippin off that indo hoe
RO$ETTA said it’s time to make that cash flow, so we make that cash flow

get the attention of a bad hoe, she a bad hoe
she gon drop it to the floor, she gon drop that ass low
collect the cash and spend it on some dope 
she don’t give a fuck, blowing out that smoke that’s how it goes

bitch i spoke to the devil, told him why they ain’t fucking wit us and when the money coming in so i could blaze wit RO$ETTA
i been impatient lately, so i think it’s time to get the cheddar 
i don’t know nothing better

@rosettashawty666 @milforddagreat

RO$ETTA X MILFORDDAGREAT - dope fiend

i feel like i’m going insane, drugs in my brain 
can’t even cope with the pain 
dreaming of suicide mane, i’m not okay, no i’m not fucking okay

i’d rather be laid in my grave, somebody save me i feel fucking deranged
i know that i’m tripping, i’m baked, feeling 
delayed
let’s see how much i can take

before i go and empty shells in my temple, the bullets they tearing through all my bone marrow
i settle the score, nobody knows, how i be feeling, yeah i feel alone 
i feel like i can’t even talk to nobody, nobody will listen, that’s what they all tell me
the voices in my head, they won’t leave me leave 
i’m trapped and they want to put bullets in me

fuck the world bitch, yea i would rather die, been depressed lately i can’t even lie
delusional thoughts, bout blowing my top, grabbing the gun put it to my head, pop
and watch all my problems they all disappear 
fade into nothing, as my time is near 
i do not matter, no nobody matters, hoe watch my skull shatter, when i load the canon

the words that i’m spitting i hope you relate, i die by suicide it’s just my fate
look at the moon, i’ll be there soon, i’ll be alright, i’ll just drown in my doom
the words that i’m spitting i hope you relate, i die by suicide it’s just my fate
look at the moon, i’ll be there soon, i’ll be alright, i’ll just drown in my doom

that time i went to cabela's with my bro high as fuck contemplating suicide

PROD BY LIL ZETTA

[RO$ETTA]
murder is all on my mind
fiending for a fucking crime
say hi to my mossberg pump
blowing out your fucking spine 

matter fact, your brains making stains on my fucking floor
forgot to put the tarp down, now i gotta clean the walls

murder, murder murder, that’s what all the voices yelling mane 
burning, burning, burning, body burning cuz i’m hell sent mane 

tragic masterpiece, i want peace but god don’t like me yo
so i went and loaded up my 12 pump, gates of heaven falling cuz i stole jesus soul 

[LOKRYPT]
bitch i’m bout that murder murder, talk because it’s in my blood
don’t play for keeps they’ll fuck you over treat you like fucking scum
this that ILL MINDED, that TERROR shit, smoke all inside my lungs 
creeping, cruising with RO$ETTA, drilling, killing shit for fun 


YUNG DEATH STONE KILLA, i’ll play the villian if needed 
get shot up, laced up and knitted
fuck around, send shots through your fitted 
fuck boy you never been with it, these bitches mad that we winning 
fuck boys talking shit but i know damn well they not with it light it up and leave em screaming ILL TEMP on top underatted bitch try and step then get with it  

Bitch my whole clique undefeated they wanna talk 
smack em up, pistol whip em, i got them drugs in my system
YUNG GHILL the reaper, blood spilling 
YUNG GHILL the reaper, blood spilling

SINISTER

MOSSBERG 99

MOSSBERG 99 x LOKRYPT

STEADY GUNNIN X RO$ETTA (PROD. RYOICHI)

[LYRICS]

i live in a world that i constantly dread
fighting the urge to put bullet in head 
ideations of suicide, dreaming of lead 
entering cranium, now i am dead 
my final wish is that i’m casted out to sea 
so when i rise again
i cannot find my way back home
i cannot terrorize the land 

back from the dead hoe
better pack that lead, hoe
the ZETTA coming for your head
the ZETTA got you scared, hoe
ILL MINDED, bitch, get blinded
by the lyricism, wilding
going retarded, i’m spazzing, i’m blunted
you bitches are dummies, you bitches know nothing 

aye, wassup, wassup, wassup mane

here we go, verse two
lemme talk my shit again 
all you pussies fake, your plastic face
i see right through you mane
trapping out the cemetery
burning green, and creeping steady 
on all of you busters mane
got my weapons cocked and ready

bullets they flying, ejecting from chamber
the weapons stay hot and my mind filled with anger 
going insane, pick a weapon and spray
ain’t no thought to my actions, you hoes are in danger 
running from all of this shit
bullets in ribs, what you get when you fuck with the stranger 
tell em, fuck em, rest in piss
don’t give a fuck about nothing except for the paper 

and if you looking for me, i’m out by the sea
motherfucker come meet your defeat 
stepping on the fucking scene, blade in my hand
for pussies, bitch i’m watching you bleed
popping, dropping bodies hoe, zetta defiant
yeah he never listen to me 
zetta is one of the reasons, you cannot defeat him
hit MUDAH, return with the fleet

aye, wassup, wassup, wassup mane

cover by @drownstacyy

WASSUP MANE!

[LYRICS]

get buck, mothafucka, you a bitch
coming up out of the sewer, no turtle shell
but blade i have equipped 
for my enemies, they bleed
cut em up, then leave em stiff
tossing the bodies up overboard
zetta creeping out the mist 

on my motherfucking devil shit
triple six, i’m hell sent 
leaving bitches headless
torture chambers, darkness of abyss
murder clouds my brain
got the urge to make a stain
pack that plastic pistol mane
i put that teflon in your brain

for these bitches on my nuts
hear my beats they getting buck
you got a problem knuckle up
yeah motherfucker say wassup
you ain’t fucking know me cuz

coming up out of the crypt
stay blowing smoke up in this bitch 
leaving my body to rot, my soul trapped
it stays lurking in the mist 
coming up out of the depths of hell
where the ILL MINDED MILITIA dwell 
i chill with MUDAH, MILFORD, D, myself
light up a blunt as we kick our sounds

motherfucker you gon listen hoe 
kick it through your headphones
feel the bass knock you out cold
as we steal your fucking soul

GET BUCK

[LYRICS]

[RO$ETTA]
RO$ETTA that mothafucka, fuck you mean? 
write my own raps and i make my own beats 
see how many pussies can say that but me?
stepped on the scene, everybody deceased 
they all dropping dead, i stay chopping heads 
stay hooded up, now i’m looking like death 
roll me a blunt, if i’m feeling depressed 
packing the bowl, pulling smoke to my chest, hoe 

anna on my chest
dead man rising from crypt 
the killer creeper of death
lil zetta deep in yo bitch
i’m riding slow with the tec
stay busting shots at your head
ain’t got no time for these hoes
i’m busy planning your death

[OGRABBITWALKER]
choppa will make you scream
choppa the fuck you mean
coppers and robbers
don’t dare to pull up me
searching for bodies
they looking in the wrong scene
they in the woods
hanging off of the willow tree
i am YUNG CIGOTINE
that glock will make you mean 
who is that pussy boy?
he think he Lil B
you think you real to me
devil is into me
been fucking for days
you know she like hennessey?

i am public enemy number one
i have the blick at the tip of my thumb
empty the clip as i end your whole clique  
when you hear the click bitch boy ya you better run 
hand me the gun
boy you been trippin 
i’m in the car bump a key, blunt, indica
coughing up blood and my lungs kingdom come
so high off the g’s, they call me kingda ka

CHOPPA

CHOPPA x OGRABBITWALKER

[LYRICS]

[RO$ETTA]
still i don’t talk, i’m a revenant
came from the dead you would think i was heaven sent 
but i came up from the depths of the devilish
fiery pits of hell, i’m so maleficent
these pussies irrelevant
ILL MINDED MILITIA the regiment 
ILL MINDED coming through, guns blazing 
rip your whole face, stay in your place 
don’t wanna fuck with ZETTA he insane

i grip the blade let it sink in your skin
dip you in acid, fill you up with lead
torture you in ways you cannot imagine
i’m on my devil shit, kill with a passion
also because of this weed i’ve ingested 
i feel more invincible, feel like snow leopard
i’m leveling up, kill my enemies quickly
fuck em all up leave em drowning like whitney 

[OGRABBITWALKER]
demon rise out of the pit
150 hollow tips, unload out the clip
i spin the chamber, the one out of 6
blow my head open, watch as the blood drips
puff on a cig, smoke look like mist
hit up my ex bitch, she swallow my kids
while you swallow bullets, bust open ya lid
bullet bust open ya lid

muda, yung cream of the crop
30k in two months, bitch boy ya you know whats up
ILL MINDED, ZETTA, YUNG GHILL out the meadow
creeeping up bash your skull in with a pipe made of metal
i’m mental, bodies in my shed
dead man, yung shawty, leave you full of lead
fucking with TEMPLE, we leaving you dead
bitch, did you hear what i said?

SINISTER x OGRABBITWALKER

[LYRICS]

light up the green and take off, lyrics tip of my tongue 
when i’m high, words just blurt out when i hit the blunt 
catch me blunted, i’m stunting all over your bitch 
keeping the blade, it’s still tucked in my hip

i cut down your bitch, don’t wanna hear shit
please keep it quiet or zetta gon flip
and kill everybody that’s up in this shit 
bullets flying through everybody gettin hit

so maybe next time consider a damn vest
cuz when shit pop off, the bullets aim for your chest
still i never said that i was a damn vet
cuz i’m cutting you open and pull your spine from your chest

i’m just one step away from murder
one fucking hoe i curve her
said fuck your bro, i’ll murk ya 
ILL MINDED, we gon curse ya

aiming at your motherfucking wig
zetta coming for your fucking shit
you still lane changing, like a fucking bitch
ILL MINDED we gon end your fucking shit

ZETTA THE ILL MINDED

[LYRICS]

[RO$ETTA]
equip the blade, aim it for yo fucking jugular 
bitch i smoke good strain while you smoking on that reggie son 
and bitch i keep that iron on me, i ain’t talking bout no gun 
i’m talking bout that blade cuz i like to cut these bitches up 

i leave em in the ground 6 feet deep mane 
feeling mad hype, like i did a pound of caine 
but i don’t need no drugs i’m already tweaking mane 
but shout out to them mothafuckas that puff on that evil strain
wassup mane

[LOKRYPT]
i be that psycho demon crawling out the crypt, mane 
bitch i’m aiming at your brains, ak-47 hang low
bitch i go ghost, when i hit the dope hoe 
they said that they bout it, they ain’t bout a single thing tho

and bitch i’m breaking hearts, playin hoes just like nintendo
fuck they gotta say, bitch i’m still screaming fuck a hoe
i did this music shit here on my own, i ain’t never asked for help hoe
a lot of people talking shit but they bitch on my cell phone

PSYCHO

PSYCHO x LOKRYPT

[LYRICS]

word to my mother, you fuckers get bodied 
you fuck wit the zetta, roll back with the shotty
the glocky, the tommy, stay strapped like john gotti
im flowing like oddy, make beats like i’m scotty 

creepin out the tomb
you best get to movin
cuz zetta be shootin 
shotgun be boomin 
all up in yo shit like i said 
bitch you best get to movin

ILL MINDED MILITIA, you fuck around with the clique
i put yo ass in a mothafuckin body bag, zip up
the choppa, it kick the bullets let off, they rip
all through yo mothafuckin fitted, bitch lil zetta the killa 

the killer of these fucking corny ass rappers
viciously 
attempted murder, attempting murder bitch
vigorously
fuckers wanna tempt me, i’m leaving you 6 feet
ronald reagan in this bitch, yeah, you missed me

THE END

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