SASUKE w/ SUBATOMIXX [prod.or.1ove]

[LYRICS]

niggas always nosy, yeah, whats up with that? 
diet plans be building up from leaving pockets
fat
all this pocket watching, just because a nigga rap
if you come and get it, you gon have to shoot with that strap

run up boy, this shit aint sweet, these niggas getting sat
boy theres always someone harder, promise that you aint like that
if yo life get taken, hope you know cant get it back
but you claiming that with it, so there better be no cap

yeah, these shrooms be hittin
beam attached, im never missing
pack a punch this pistol, man this shit will get to fucking ripping
why you dissing?
on her knees, that bitch aint christian
stop that trippin, aint no pouring your heart out, wont waste my time cause they wont listen

they've been telling me that I belong in a facility 
jump to think im weird, so they be doubting my ability
three K's on my hip, just like the klan, i call it trilogy
you can take offense but your feelings dont mean shit to me
its breaking me, the pain i see
dont enough care for enemies
keep the iron and the blow, could call that perfect chemistry 
had a knack to block the hate, but they said that was dense of me
ive always been myself and i try to do whats best for me
perfect my craft, fulfil my destiny
keep blade right next to me
im always high, prepared to die
dont need no fucking ectasty

why these pussys always playing, bitch yk im not the one
pistol slipping into lips, leaving lisp, dont try to run
these pussys hating, little do they know we going up too far
knife be slitting into wrist, pop a cyst, and leave you some scars

if you like that 
then fight back 
or get back 
never slip, i stay tact
i cant lack
my bitch bad 
you live sad
i live rash
no, dont bash
cause you niggas living pussy, smoking ass

all you niggas really soft
got nigga going off
put some pep into your step, fix your posture, or bitch you'll fall
i dont really like people, but i really like my bed
they expecting me to quit, but wont stop until im dead

WEIRDLYHARDSONG

[LYRICS]

she kami my kaze, make nigga kaboom
dont do no meth, but i bust off the shrooms
they judge from afar, cause i rap like a loon
but it dont matter, they bumping my tunes
like boy you cap, got the straps in the back, told my mans to stay tact, if you really like that then you'll come to back where them niggas will get down, promise you boy, yeah we dont need them lil straps out

i love living fast, told em step on the gas 
dont you play with them dawgs, or lil boy thats yo ass
boy you up on the net, typing shit through some glass
come on, step to the yard, you get put in some grass
stop all talking that, or niggas get slashed
and we leave em in red, you would think its rash
groupie bitch in her feels, cause a nigga said pass
and we hop in the whip, got my feet on the dash

not even human, im something intelligent
niggas be mad, bitch you built like a elephant 
groupie wan fuck, told lil bitch that im celibate
never caught sober, thats me outta my element
ask for the drugs, my nigga got tellement
focused on grinding, dont care about relevance 
walking em down with a smile and laughing 
you cannot get caught up with lacking of evidence 

profit the false but they'll tell you its real
why you on dick, pussy boy whats the deal
out of my body, they tell me to chill
niggas be itchin to get in that field 
maybe im itching from not taking pills
mask on my face, like we running those drills
nigga cant run off, pussy head spun off
now he not moving, lil boy thats a kill

KAMIKAZE

[LYRICS]

percys knocking at my brain, this an oxy hell
come on, hit this dope, pump out your chest step out your shell
niggas living pussy, close minded, i can tell
put some punctures in my tongue for fun, the feelings swell
momma said to get your life together dont you care?
lifes a gamble, not no kids game, yeah this aint no truth or dare
better think up for yourself, grow a pair, cause life aint fair
eyes is tatted on my hand, cause they cant help but judge and stare

all the oxy isnt hitting, just might try me something new
word around is that they calling me junkie, but it aint true
got some madness in my head that the drugs 
help me calm and soothe
unwanted thoughts be flooding in, keep me
up, pop me xans and then snooze

but they yelling, "we dont really care how you moveee, you only live once so its coolll, stay aware, be careful what you dooo, dont let no niggas play you like no foolll" 

percys knocking at my brain, this an oxy hell
come on, hit this dope, pump out your chest step out your shell
niggas living pussy, close minded, i can tell
put some punctures in my tongue for fun, the feelings swell
momma said to get your life together dont you care?
lifes a gamble, not no kids game, yeah this aint no truth or dare
better think up for yourself, grow a pair, cause life aint fair
eyes is tatted on my hand, cause they cant help but judge and stare

yeah, we moshing, we popping, if you feel me, grab them kays
yeah, i rap with personality, no hate cant take my traits
got the white suburban women thinking that im fucking laced
no drugs to waste, empty packs, only remains of runtz i faced
a bag i chase
i know how to play my cards, strategic ace
all you bitches boring get tf up out my face
nigga think that he can hang, really boy like are you laced 
go on pick a fucking grave in which you choose to fucking lay

OXY HELL

GRAVEYARD FUNCTION FT SAINTJIVE & ZENOGNARLY

WHAT THE BITCH SAY? (PROD. SEVAGOTH)

Lyrics - 
Bitch are you mad cuz im better n bigger 
This stick on my hip put ah hole in your liver 
Bitch im too cold you stand close n you shiver 
Deliver these scriptures like I am the giver 
Said that im mean bitch go cry me a river 
I don’t got a sliver of care I can give her 
Hand on the trigger you should reconsider 
Send shots too his top like he askin for liquor 
My wallet jus thicker my following bigger 
Come try to act stupid you gettin disfigured 
I spin with some vigor 
N rip out his innards 
Then serve that shit up like it’s time for some dinner 
I’m twisted oh well imma kick it in hell 
All you pussies is funny like Keenan n kell 
I keep a tech but no kel on this belt 
N I’d lie if I say that I care how they felt 
I saw your pack n that shit never smelt 
Fuck ab him n the hand he was dealt 
I’m finna squeeze on this bitch till it melt 
Belt to ass im tryna give em a welt

BITCHAREYOUMAD [prod.QAWLU]

ily (@siemspark x @1heyrick)

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@astrmani @eightstringss

lyrics: 

goin up soon, i’ll be making millions 
he goin out sad nigga, robin williams
him and his whole gang some civilians 
762s ripping thru they buildings 
don’t fw hoes, bitch fuck yo feelings 
broke niggas, got holes in they ceilings 

boy my worst song better than yo best shit 
he tryna talk hard, ion stress shit
nigga a hoe sayin not to test shit
boy i got real niggas who’ll stretch shit 
boy dis a binary, not a switch nigga
u better bag-back, u a bitch nigga
don’t drop songs nigga, cus u crit nigga
ready to body u and who u wit nigga 

u tryna buck nigga? den wassup hoe
fuck dat vest, tell dat nigga “duck!” hoe
niggas got egos but they still ain’t up tho
twin got a arp in dat truck tho 

twin got a kriss vec holding 40 nigga
he don’t confront, he running to his story nigga
he in my lane, thinking dat he tory nigga
i bet i stab em if he coming for me nigga

he innat room he turn into informant nigga
beg for the spotlight cus he not important nigga
don’t wanna buy the gun, ima torrent nigga
chop make em stutter crazy like a foreign nigga

i turned yo music off cus it was boring nigga
bih love to call my phone, im ignoring nigga
creep inna night time til the morning nigga
i’m on his block i bet i start exploring nigga

why these niggas so pussy? ion get it, ion know
these niggas flexing wit dat chop-stick, they won’t let it blow
and if a nigga wanted smoke, just know it ain’t bout a hoe
glock got red light, green light, bitch u know i go

OXY HELL

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