Yeah yeah yeah
Bitch, I get the racks, nigga what you talkin’ ’bout?
That boy Cat in the Hat, nigga he just talk a lot
I don’t mean to brag, baby, I just pop a lot
She say I’m in my bag, baby, yeah I’m popping off
If not ’bout the racks, baby what you talking ’bout?
Just jumped in my bag, damn I keep on falling down
And I kick with my dog just like I’m Charlie Brown

I been shopping all night, yeah you know that I love to spend
My new bitch, she fly, yeah that’s my favorite bitch
Saint Laurent denim tight, yeah it barely fit
Said she gonna ride like a bike, but that lil’ bitch can barely kick
Said it’s gonna be alright, bae you just need another hit
I’m gonna pop overnight, I just need another hit
See these niggas that bite, so you might wanna gatekeep this
Yeah I just rap, I don’t write, I can’t think what I’m saying is
I don’t like shrimp in my rice
I don’t have mornings or nights
I got the fire like ignite
Bitch, I’m hot, sun out in May
Damn, she a freak, yeah the bitch hit the hentai face
Yeah, I want blue hundreds same color Hatsune
New hundreds seem to know how to get me
I just bought new Raf, swear this straight off the runway
Denim tight, Hedi Slimane Homme
You not like them others, bae come home to me
Yeah fight? Nah, come home to me
Real tight, but I love it when she on knees
All of these bitches, yeah they can’t wait to fuck me
All of these riches, yeah they just fall into me
I spend it so senseless, it do not matter the fee
Just like a wizard, know we gonna keep a lil’ stick
Yeah that hoe need me like Chobits

Yeah yeah yeah
Bitch, I get the racks, nigga what you talkin’ ’bout?
That boy Cat in the Hat, nigga he just talk a lot
I don’t mean to brag, baby, I just pop a lot
She say I’m in my bag, baby, yeah I’m popping off
If not ’bout the racks, baby what you talking ’bout?
Just jumped in my bag, damn I keep on falling down
And I kick with my dog just like I’m Charlie Brown

My pack just landed like yeah
I took the dye out my hair
Kicks Maison Margiela on there
Shit, I just blew a rack like some air
Fuck, I think I might need me some help
Fuck, I can’t even say what I felt
Fuck, these jeans cost a band, can you tell?
I’m going straight to the top, I don’t care if I gotta take stairs
Yeah white hoe Hannah Montana
I’m going up ahead of schedule
She wants to fuck but I just met her
I’m getting fly, lil’ bitch where is my manners?
Damn, I love lil’ bitch, can’t wait to see her
I got a suit with no tie, lil’ bitch, yeah that’s my fashion
He wants the smoke, turn him into ashes
I just know go, don’t know anything about past tense

Yeah yeah yeah
Bitch, I get the racks, nigga what you talkin’ ’bout?
That boy Cat in the Hat, nigga he just talk a lot
I don’t mean to brag, baby, I just pop a lot
She say I’m in my bag, baby, yeah I’m popping off
If not ’bout the racks, baby what you talking ’bout?
Just jumped in my bag, damn I keep on falling down
And I kick with my dog just like I’m Charlie Brown

Ahegao (???)

deadboy pushin*up p.drumma

Murcielago {yuts + shazy}

eggo (prod. Taurs)

solo.to/zosa | @zosazosaaa @hunnasos #undergroundmusic

prod cjdidthat

say say, say say,
say say, say say, 
say say, say say

I smoke loud, walk him down right now
and you hear them sounds? 
told em we don't fucking play around

sticks up in this house, yeah
tell me whatchu bout, yeah
quiet like a mouse, yeah
do- don't play around, yeah
tell me whatchu bout, yeah
like tell me whatchu bout, yeah
count up my amounts, yeah 
I leave these niggas frowning
I know you hear the sounds, but they doubting
looking for some loud, nigga? well I guess u found it
hit me up right now, yeah, hit me up right now, yeah

im like walk up, I say walk down
bitch we run in, then we finna run out
twin' a bounce in, bitch then we can bounce out
bet I do one, that nigga on the fucking ground
but that's my hoe, and I count em
I got hella bread, and im tryna count up
niggas fell off, why U doubt us?
how im soundin? turn the sound up

gun shots, gun shots at yo head boy
touchdown with them meds, boy
stop all them questions, ion know how he a DEAD BOY
im smoking pressure, we gon press em with that red dot
glokks up in the red eye, pushup with my head high
them bullets make his head hot
don't want yo hoe, she bed rot.
smokin with my dead friends, 
we smoking on some hahaha
I smoke...

deadboy   ft soser

Anthfendi - LIFELINE (slaugh)

Infinity is within 

#supertrap #lovemusic #philosophy #esoteric #vodafuji #redda #poetry #occult

Ahegao (???)

run2s (@nirrvu)