Aesinos w/Yung_rocky + ixybxy.999 (Sethro)

Stixks n Glokks w/ ixybxy.999 + Gunxxo + J26XO! (Blade)

Smg w/Babyman (oneturrel)

Kaizen (faketechh)

Black ops w/Syelock (faketechh)

lyrics
someone knocking on my door im getting suspicious
i grab my gun cuz im feel vitious 
bad latina bitch and she getting vicious
do you want this like where's the ambition
are we not official?
me and you baby like show the initial's 
these people be fake artificial
i move in the night bitch yk that im vigil
all black suit im fitted with the mask
the money and drugs put it in the back 
you say the word fuck it twin we gone crash
bitch where tf is yo stash
glock 45 shooting yo back
stop all that sipping you not sipping act 
two daggers bitch  you call me drax
im with a bad bitch whipping sticks like elektra
up the trip and i shoot at your spectrum
you cant remeber yea you got dementia 
g-g-g-gum on my body not talkin bout extra
skrt in the whip im feeling like its tesla
teen titans yea im fucking on tessa        [terra] *i was punching in bro chilll*
b-b-bitch want some answers like i am a test
im hungry for the rage, i just want revenge
i see everybody dead including my friends
illegal sticks got em stashed inside a benz
she got me amazed i feel like ixybxndz
i stay with my shooter, got militent 
i feel like im koutingkills im serving fent
i fuck on that bitch and didnt spend a cent
like tell me can you smell my scent?
living everyday by ends mean
i took like hella pills im popping beans
put a hole in her heart call her rein 
shoot
shoot
yuh
green
bitch 
bitch 
please
ian gaf bout your fucking needs
ian gaf watch me while you bleed
ima pull up hit you in the scene
chop 45 shoot-
CBK? ian gaf if that N**** Cant be killed its on sight

Elektra ( vulturemafia)

Lyrics

If you run in that trap then you destined for death
And I really Love killing blood ooz out his head
And i Dance on his grave cha cha slide on his deads
I call my young beaner krash out on set
And i post wit my shooter drippin in all red
Sticks and a drum not talking bout a band
Stick chalk you out like ts is a crayon
Bullets got him shaking like some ants in his pants
Like katana toting up a fan
23 yk thats my alliance 
Posted w sye and sadow my defiance
I call up rocky and his ahh get to sliding
Tool on me bitch i keep the appliance 
Masked up wit a uzi run dead silence 
Illegal whip bitch i never got my license 
White shooter and his name is mathias
Tie your body burn yo ahh no compliance 
I wanna see you dead no you aint flying
I call up j2 and he get too frying
You talk about killing ppl im not trying
Me and mav kikk in the stu causing violence
Swag on a 100 feel like lil b
Ill step on your forces give your ass a crease
Kill him dump his body inside the reef
Chop up kill his family in the street
Run soccer boy got you inside your cleets
I hit a lick i even take your teeth
More drugs man im feeling relief 
Rest in peace j.d something can’t believe 
They took yo life away you was only 16
Fuxk 
Fuxk

Im on a Muder Spree
Im killing thats in my sight 
Im getting mad when im off of the sprite
Shouldve been me when you died that night

Murder spree (vulturemafia)

Hit a lick on the whip committing grand theft auto
Make him go missing where the fuck is waldo?
Real steel on my body like colossal 
I heard you a crip i make you to a fossil
Brand new stick im finna take your tonsil
I take your brothers life its really sorrow
23 shi get you kilt by tomorrow 
I love takin lives its something you cant borrow
I get to traping at the wells fargo
Eye for a eye you a bitch so i take both
Me and rocky hit a jugg off the fayo
I made a beaner dance come hit the tango
Young spic talking bout he like the Fuego 
Hollow shells turn his brain to fucking play dough
Take your soul with the blade jus like im kratos
We got guns in the back im kicked up with lil sadow
Arp take yo face you lookin fatal
I snatch yo bitch i guess she wasnt faithful
One shot with the glock jus like im fable
I get shooting shi jus like im cable
One wrong move and i make you disabled
You a kid to me i put you inside a craddle
Glock to yo head this car is highjacked
Jump out the box like Hi jack
You gotta new car you better hide that
My beaners jus come out to steal in all black
I rob a homeless man call it a life hack
My young spic pop out finna get you wacked
You smokin on boof smokin on str8 thrax
Yea i smoke on yuh cousin put him in my pack

Grand theft auto (SteDollaz) #23shi (@samcbkk on Ig)

Serpent (vulturemafia)

Lyrics:
If you fw the gang then yk it get critical
I got a fn it get yo ass ridicule 
556 hit him no we not get physical 
Real beaner shi no i cannot be lyrical
Fucking this bitch now she think she a miracle
Spanish plug and i think his name is jericho
Emo bitch wanna fuck she acting spiritual 
I pop a perc n put 10 in my cereal
If i catch a opp im shooting up the funeral
Custom trips on me made of new material
I cant be killed bitch im the new imperial 
Send to the grave i give u a burial 
30 to my name give him a memorial 
Take his head off i split it like a oreo
I pop a pill n this bitch a euphoria 
I split his body now he got dysmorphia
Bad bitch on me n i think her name is gloria
Im in the back of the trap like magnolia 
Walk in the function they surely not know yuh
I got a shooter he missing a phobia
Run up on me ima kill you no scholia
Fucking with me then u dying a nolia
Two different sticks callem julia romea
Got me some za n jus start to roll me up

Critical (drewwcoldd)

LYRICS:
Cut him in sections
Wrap him like a present
I Killed his whole family to show him a message
Now he get the lesson
Im sliding im wrekin
Got 4 different glocks if u think that im stressin
I slimed the whole team guess they fell for deception
This 556 hit him now he got injected
he think he a demon send him str8 to heaven
I kick thru the trap bitch yk that im schemin
Li mehixo dontt fw crips so im bleeding
Im Inside yo home bitch yk that im creepin
Im slitting yo throat in the night while sleepin
Yall never be peepin
Young beaner im reapin
Yall pusssied we weepin
Im flying in religion 
Glock make u a christian
My bullets they clickin
I always be trippin
I shoot up the body make sure he not livin
Im inside the trap wit some needles syranges
I dump body in the river he sleep wit fishes
I got 42 hollows yk that they blitzin
Im up in the kitching 
Impossible mission
My dracko b kicking
I Cut his hand off cuz yk that he sinnin
We Got hella drugs in the linin

Resurrection (drewwcoldd)

Lyrics

Samcbk:
Got two blades on the staff just like im percy
I get to killing people show no mercy
No you cannot lift the hammer you not worthy
Im putting bullet holes right through his jersey
Kicked up with my plug snatching shi like im kirby
Twin switches on the glock bitch im in a hurry
Oh he wan be a dancer we make him get sturdy
If you try to slime my mans im upping the hurley
He wan a perm so bad we make his top curly
You wanna meet death? Let me introduce yuh
Surrounded by snakes im feeling like medusa
He looked at the barrel then he turnt to stone
I heard u wanna box i call up jerome
Im posted with gloves like sylvester stallone
Kidnap yo son this aint no home alone
Hit a jugg a teacher yea i took his phone
Yea i love sliming humans guess its jus a habit
I slimed out the whole team during the transaction
They killed him so bad we had to close the casket
Yea im smoking on hella dead opps on they ashes
Yea ill kill your whole crew while im on the acid
Bitch im the trap im looking like im hazban
4 different sticks im kicking with a savage
If i cannot find you hold your brother captive
My glock like killing humans you attractive
You aint got no stripes you aint really active

Yung_Rocky:
Aye yop yop yop 

I cannot fw lil bro he bitchmade
Ive been scamming and trapping since i was in 6th graxe
You aint touching no dollars bitch yk ive been paid
I hang out the roof i shoot jus like a free throw
You aint popping no perk you off of the placebo 
Bitch i get to the green im feeling like im ceelo

Medusa w/ Yung_Rocky (drewwcoldd)

Lyrics:

Bust in the trap with a lethal weapon  
With a 30 round choppa shootin like Stephen  
I been ballin on court so you best be threaten  
If I catch him lackin Ima teach him a lesson  
Putn one in his dome now he meet the reverend  
I been ridin with demons I feel the presence  
They be talkin too much they don’t get no blessings  
Put a bag on his head now I get the credit  
And I’m movin too quick they don’t know my methods  
Got a stick in the coat with a loaded message  
Let it bang on his block like a drum in sessions  
He get smoked like a blunt now he high in heaven  
Shorty tryna get close I don’t show affection  
I just slide on the beat with a cold obsession  
Got a mask on my face I don’t feel no pressure  
Tatted up with a curse and it bleed through texture  
I been locked in the lab with a soul infection  
Every line that I write got a dark direction  
I don’t talk to the opps I just send a mention  
Let it hit through his teeth like a dental check-in  
If I slide to his crib then it’s no protection  
Put the fire to his chest like a resurrection  
And I’m still with the smoke I’m born in sections  
Cut deep with the blade that’s a lethal weapon  
And I’m still off the pills I don’t feel depression  
Bro been geeked off the shit like a glitch in Tekken  
N he Said that he bang a false confession  
I be movin in silence no interception  
And the ghost in my head speak clear direction  
Say that he want a prayer a crucifixion  
All black with the stick that’s a true affliction  
bitch love how I move with no contradiction  
She call me "diablo" I fit the description

Lethal/resurrection 2 (drewwcoldd)

Lyrics:

Throwed off hallucinations 
Cut yo head off i call it decapitation
Russian plug n he talk incantations
Hollows str8 thru his lungs kill his respiration
Yea this ar get braxkin shi sound like thunder
Call you adam i fuck her then do no jumper
Poppin wit that new trip but i scratched the numbers
Bitch im jackin yo whip you could call me lumber
Bitch im digging my grave its a excavation 
Ima pull wit fns, negotiations 
He gone pray before death thats a preparation 
When im high off a xan feel the levitation
Tell me why lil sam tried retaliation 
But he wanna jus rap like he jus been inpatient 
How you been my dick youve been observating
How you say you fan but you lowk hating
Better watch where u stand we dont do no fadin
I ain’t signin’ no deal, that’s a soul donation
Cut him off like a file a cold location
All my ops get dropped with no explanation
Heard he talk to the feds, that’s an annotation
I be bendin’ the block like a space rotation
Catch me deep in the night like I’m on probation
Yea im up wit my demons im w the haitions 
Yea she say she want love its a separation
Still I rise out the grave, that’s a revelation
No i cannot be killed thats my resurrection 

Pain pain pain

Seen him die up in the rain
He had blood up on his chain
Try to get back the same day
I see the imagine in my brain
Thinking im losing my mind
Its the dirt where he resides
How could i ever live my life
All i think is suicide 
The death is haunts me late at night
Im thinking bout the christ
We got crack inside the pipe 
I sold it jus for the right price now we got bread its for the woe

Hallucinations/resurrection 3 (drewwcoldd)

Lyrics:

Bullets kenetical
Suena estético
Bleeding need medical
Golpe quirúrgico
A91 and that bitch is defendable
Carga temible, bro
Everyone fake around me they pretendable
Glock 23 and the mag is extendable
Chop yo hand off if I make u unpreventable
Try to run off n I make it look regrettable
Take off his head then that something commendable
Acto respetable
Tito got glocks n shooting unsuspensable
Fuego imparable
Snitch to the cops then youll leave with a reticle
Run up on me put ur ass onna pedicle
Study my flow bitch yk its li mehixo
 , gang

Pull out the machete i cut him in figures
I get hella janky when im off the liquor 
These bullets they hit him going str8 thru his liver
She on the snow so shawty know she gone quiver 
This ar flip him it got binary trigger
This mac it hit him im not talkin bout miller
I used to kick it wen i was up in willard
I speed in the whip bitch i might hit the pillar
Shawty a coke dealer
Yuh
Run wit the killas
Que pasa? 
Su kasa 
No kasa 
Then 30 round choppa
Shoot u wit the oppa
Yu fw the gang then yk u a yoppa
Got 4 different choppas
U play wit my slat

Play wit my bro then u gotta prove innocence 
Chop yo hand off bitch im showing u discipline 
Kill any citizen 
Bitch i get rid of him 
Burn all the evidence 
Shoot if they listen 
When im off the pill im tweaking n fidgeting 
They gone hear my flow n they gone start mimicking 
Do him like mortal kombat gotta finish him

Mehixo flow (zigimo + lain)

Lyrics:

Shes a master descendant 
Disasters dependent
Plaster on the pendant 
swing my chain tremendous 
Lookin for revenges
Seekin for my forgiveness
Bullets rip his tendend 
If about money yk im attendin
Im not with the gimmicks no im not pretending  get it how you livin make em feel repetence
Tito jus got out n he jus served his sentence
Hollows in his body lookin like syrenges
Rather lose connections to protect my presnce
Everybody snakey they got bad intentions 
Be in my perspective
Grew in the trenches 
Didnt have a father ts made me wreckless
To protect my momma was my only mission
Ever since a kid ive always been submissive
Tell me that you feel me do yall even listen 
Smile looking crooked
I miss understuden 
Ak it look wooden
Tell that u wouldnt
Sacrafice ur self for someone who couldnt

Revenge in mexico (oxonova)

Lyrics:

I got narcotics
Siento la calle en vicio psicotrópic
I flip u over shake the change out ur pocket
Te doy la vuelta sacoefectivo exótic
Im fuxked up in the head they say im psychotic
Estoy la loco soy es súper chaotic
These folks will sell they soul they might be demonic
Venden alma fácil acto diabólic
These bullets thru his body antibiotic
Dinero sube juego simbiótic
We cut off his leg to see if hes aquatic
They all want me dead feeling is ironic
Put work in my arm im shooting like bionic Bitch i love the pain of sound its harmonic
I roll up 3 grams Im smoking on that chronic
Head shot thru his face im hittin thru his bonnet
Designer on my body lookin erotic
Ur fake u not real u lookin real robotic
You hating on me while hiding in that closet
Better get the fuck down matando ah tu padre
Got acp rounds im poppin puta madre
3k on yo head not talkin bout no andre
Of course we fead we servin death for an option
Glock wit a beam and its fixing ur posture 
Cut off his head with a blade of a copter
I could never be a fake bitch im not an imposter
Money launder at steak wen we up at red lobsters
14 different bullets hittin at yo roster
Kill yo family turn yo life to a foster
Why tf u didnt try to go stop her
Taking pils bitch yk ima popper
Drug deal im a fucking drift shopper
Beat a opp watch my fuxk hand clobber

SamCBK (@Samcbkk)

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