Written and recorded in 2 hours, Just some lyrical training, *PDA EP. VOL 2*

Lyrics

Hey how was your day
What did you just say
Hey how was your day
I cannot complain

Excuse me
What did you say
Keeping head above the water
Im still serving my lanes
But I can't complain
Memories floating away
I love the way you sway
my rain on sunny days
O wait
whenever it's gray
This life kinda sucks gotta find way
Maybe tommorow just not today
Waiting for the sunrise
Then I'll be okay
Hey how was your day
What did you just say
Hey how was your day
I cannot complain

Gonna go sailing going coast to coast
Watch me disappear call me a ghost
Where did I go
You don't even really know
I dissolve into the water look how lost I float

World getting hotter bitch I still wear a coat
Mind be swirling and be twerling
Only think music notes
Write my Lyrics press record before I loose all my hope
Realitys my biggest fear getting harder to cope

Stop and watch the clouds
Dreamin where I feel allowed
feelin lost but never found
I want to be with only sounds

going up to the sky
Really really high
One puff two
let it out with a sigh
Stop and watch the clouds
Dreamin where I feel allowed
feelin lost but never found
I want to be with only sounds

going up to the sky
Really really high
One puff two
Till I dont want to die

Hey how was your day
What did you just say
Hey how was your day
I cannot complain

Clouds [Prod. by Eric Godlow Beats]

This the mfkn mafia respect that shii, better run that shii Yuh yuh yuh yuh
Aye aye aye

Pull up with my crew a couple shootas on the loose we smoking pounds around this bitch and rolling backwoods on the woods “word word”
I can’t fuck witchu you’re just a playa running lip come fucking trying me if u dare I’m steady ready with da clip, yuh

Aye pull up gonna be a murder case if you fucking the gang, southside 214 mayne yuh
Homie run shii he don’t wanna elaborate he got shot on the dome mayne”rhaaa rhaaa”
Mask up on my face with a 9 on the hand 
As a hollow to the face mayne “wha wha”
Muertos is the gang couple riders down to ride
On the south where we don’t play 


Spark my fucking blunt it’s raining blood up in the ville,(for real) as my conscious looses focus This berreta leave u squeal “say whaa”
I can’t fuck with hoes,Don’t give em love just give em dick, (ok) if yo shawty tryna talk then why you checking up on me yuh aye

yuh aye 

South side with no repping side, we just my wearing black all the time On my mind be that murder sight pull up with a gat, hit the dash 
Called it loosen ties, you fucked up leave you dead on the boulevard, Flipping 0 dollaz into cash as I’m crusing by, aint my fault yo bitch likes to cruse around, smoking on yo dope as 
She moans my name out loud. 


Talk yo shii bitch if you really wanna fucking die pu-pull up with my killas and they ready just to kill on sight 3-30 rounds clips just case my aim aint fucking right, yeah I’ve counting dollars,smoking dope while swerving thru the lanes yuh

I don’t fuck witchu give a fuck I wanna do
Fuck around we get you loose 214 the southern crew, the next best thing gotta be that you’re so pressed fuck around with dollars that ain’t yours now you so scared crusing round the block just to see who might be up next 
Smoking muddy blunts and I think im going insane, no 50 gonna tell me what is up next
Roll another blunt smoke that shii right in front of em 
Yuh

ICrusing round the world with my homies fosho 
Got the ak mac 11s and the shotties fosho 
If you wanna meet the devil bitch I’m already gone
Sewermafia in this bitch I’m Feeling already slumped 
yuh
Bitch I’m fucking fiending on sum devilish shii 
Dont fucking try me if u dare I’ll leave you all in a pit
The southern killas taking over bitch give me all yo shii
If you comply with simple orders I just might let u live 
Yeah counting on yo dollaz bitch I’m already rich
Over the south it’s raining bullets gotta empty the clip 
The black bandanna on my face so noone turn into snitch
You got a problem mf solve it up with my clip
Yeuh 
Lyrics by. Dirtykilla

$ilentville- prod. korakazi

Bang My Line

The Main Source:
https://on.soundcloud.com/SQZWEFeMiy7RR534vx

bang my line

on all platforms and was released originally on oct. 17 2025

IVORY

Make-up Sex >Break-up Text 

[Hook]
I don’t need you 
Or any other lover 
I just roll downtown 
Down a downer 
Thats my upper X 4

[Verse 1]
Downers uppers all over my kitchen sink
Thats not enough for the pain so take a drink 
All these fights with my brain I need to think
Think I'm going insane each time I blink 

A dread headed Nigga really crazy 
Roll like 20 joints cause i need to keep it hazy 
Talent should amaze me 
Ive been thinking lately 
I should keep on going maybe show it to my daisy

Reach for green lights 
But they’re too far
So ill see the sights 
From a screen at the bar
Reaching new heights 
Blunt wraps in class
Boarding the flight 
When i spark up that gas

[Hook]
I don’t need you 
Or any other lover 
I just roll downtown 
Down a downer 
Thats my upper X 4

Project MK Ultra 

Downers & Uppers [Prod. Elkvio]

[Hook]
Shout my pimping 
Cause the south side dripping 
Man the south side grippin on your hoe
(Yuh) 
Ozone flipping 
From the smoke and im sippin 
Got me dippin 
If the 5-0 wanna roll

Shout my pimping 
Cause the south side dripping 
Its a given we aint trippin on the low 
Drop that top
Cause we coming for the guap 
Its the sewer and we finna fukin blow 

[Verse]
DFW Born and bred 
Fuck red Fuck blue 
But that goes unsaid 
I wanna blow shit up only happy dead 
I hate the way things are nigga fuck the feds 
On sight 
Lets move it right 
Smoke shit up bitch I need a fucking light 
Cant see shit in the motherfucking night 
Gonna burn it down nigga make that shit bright 

Rolling around with the clowns 
From my town 
Dallas bound 
With 100 bloody rounds
Smoking profound 
Thats the sound 
Of a pound 
Getting blazed wheres my motherfuckin crown

King of this shit Got no reasons its treason for putting a ring on the bitch X2 

[Hook]
Shout my pimping 
Cause the south side dripping 
Man the south side grippin on your hoe
(Yuh) 
Ozone flipping 
From the smoke and im sippin 
Got me dippin 
If the 5-0 wanna roll

Shout my pimping 
Cause the south side dripping 
Its a given we aint trippin on the low 
Drop that top
Cause we coming for the guap 
Its the sewer and we finna fukin blow X2

South Side Sippin [Prod.Hotwheels]

from da 214 ...

lyric$:


[boyro$ie:]

posted at the boulevard
fuck his lil bitch 
only cause homie frontin like he hard
the burner leave the pussy charred
before the trigger feel the tension n blow
i figure i need to mention
how far we willing to go
aye

and make these niggas understand that the mafia no joke
cant let these bitches stand 
the motherfuckin slugs that i tote
(x2)

aye
fuck these bitches tho
get out my fuckin bidness hoe
the mafia movin like rainbow
bury u 6 feet down below 
aye
see u driving slow like
fuck u think u doing bro?
u not fuckin wit no average joe
some metal slugs right to yo dome
aye

ayo dirty with the dread,
did u hear what he just said?
i think he talked i think he plead
yuh he be talkin to the feds

man im fed up
fill yo fucking brain with hella lead yuh
(hella lead yuh)
talkin shit, u talk the shit that surely
leave u dead yuh
(leave u dead huh)
dead

metalslugs ft. dirtykilla [prod. ekexx]

214 Coming soon to a suburb or ghetto near you.

This is the first song I produced myself 
Make me soap

Soap

[Intro]
Maybe I'm a psycho lights dark in my head
Baby It's alight though I like feeling dead

[Hook]
Maybe I'm a psycho lights dark in my head
(you the only shinin' light in my motherfucking head)
Baby it’s alright though I like feeling dead
(I like feeling like im dying i be flying when im dead)
Can you come and vibe slow faded in my bed
(Sip slow feel the vibe getting faded in my bed)
Gotta keep the lights low waiting on the end 
(Gotta keep the lights low baby keep the lights low) 

[Verse]
Baby What you doing 
Without me over there
Coming equipped when you come to my lair 
Holding your gaze in my brain with a flare
She wouldn’t dare 
Maybe she would
Doesn’t she know I come clutch with the wood
Making me wonder what’s coming I should 
Nah baby fuck it lil mama whats good 

Cut a check 
Roofs up
Never hold the group up 
But I got a bad bitch slain put the suits up 
Many 
Want a penny 
For the pain you a fruit cup
Alabama
Henny
To the brain heal your wounds up.   

Clever invent em 
I Spit my venom in denim 
Take a break zone out but I never would let em 
Go Kill my vibe like shit man you clever to set em 
I gotta hold my grip if I want I could vet em

Dirty Texas Rollin slow 
214 if you don’t know 
Keep the vibe on autopilot baby likes to fade it low
Play this on the radio 
Then grab yourself a wavy hoe 
SewerMafia clique my bros 
Saint omerta came to blow

[Outro]
Maybe I'm a psycho lights dark in my head 
Baby it's alright though I like feeling dead

GlockTimb

AfterSol

We were somewhere around Dallas when the glock began to feel cold 

Mi Familia
@sushishrooms
@erwin-lozada
@dasmyglock

Soap

Saint Omerta

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