TRAPLXRD Tight asf G , some of these niggaz hatin for no reason

TRAPLXRD

TEXAS CHAINSWORD MASSACRE

prod @nimbustwokay , @sulferdubstep and Lord Gasp
rec/mix by Lord Gasp


STREAM EVERYWHERE -> idm.fm/youdontwanna


LYRICS 

You don’t wanna
Ive peeled off this shit just to see
whats hiding unda
ive been on my shit for a minute but they nod on it
You thought i gone mad, it was only tip
i was toe deep now i’m whole dick into this pit

wanna

My knees click when i walk
My back pop when i walk
You don’t wanna
Tusks dirty i got black over white gold
Its all bout the inside, trust i’m a good soul


Popped bro like herniated disks
had to lock the bag in, i leaned on this shit
Bitch suck like a teen on a zin
no team, solo man on a mission 

No wonder i’m so crippled any hoe would set you for some dough
And i’ve stopped saying bro cuz when they switch on you miss on the old
And whatever y’all post makes me vomit violently
they couldn’t stand i’m different 
bitch try to muzzle me 


You don’t wanna
You don’t wanna
You don’t wanna
You don’t wanna  
You don’t wanna
y-y-y-you


You dont wanna see the odd boys do a mess
yo brain up on your fleece, the piece up in his hand
You ain’t gonna beat the odds boy do the maths
You don’t wanna  
You don’t wanna
y-y-y-you 


hard headed 
cold and distant
you don’t wanna 
you don’t wanna fuck with a twisted
ima make the back of your head meet your ass
if you yappin through your teeth then your toe gonn’ get a tag
I got her on my line she said DNA is gas
You wonder where she been, she was proly with the gasp
then i turnt into a casper, yeyeye
never hit her back but i guess i made her back hurt


Popped her like herniated disks
had to lock the bag in i leaned on this shit
Bitch suck like a teen on a zin
No team, solo man on a mission 

You don’t wanna
You don’t wanna
You don’t wanna
You don’t wanna  
You don’t wanna

You don’t wanna
You don’t wanna
You don’t wanna
You don’t wanna  
You don’t wanna

shock advised

You don't wanna

produced by: Michael Link
Stream: https://vyd.co/NikkoMob

Lyrics:

Oh you think it’s funny how I got up and got money 
I used to be bummy 
I used to be broke 
Was a man down 
Used to trap out the store where they fanned out 
Asking me if I’m that monkey; same one
And if you got a problem then say sumn
Boy I’m known to get bloody 
You ain’t my folk aint my cuddy
I’ll cut ya and leave ya for dead 
Leave you on RED (read) 
I’ll kick my boots up I’m staying I’d rather get caught by the feds 
Left you on the scene 
That’s right I left you on scene (seen), with noodles leaked out of your bean 
Ketchup out your matta 
Bet I left you like a Five Guys burger that splattered the sidewalk 
Cause that’s my M.O G 
Locked in with the M-O-B
Knock you out the timeline 
Eviscerate you with this nine iron 
Just if like your name was titlelist
Ripping up ground like a tire is 
I’m getting tired of this title of total entitlement 
I just wanna break out the matrix 
Strangle my ego in the basement 
Severed apart, separate except for the heart 
If you cannot fuck with the dogs, then get out the park 
I am not me after dark 
Ends with me killing them all so hold your applause 
And that pussy left marks that little bitch she had claws
Kill me, bitch I’ll meet God 
I’ll beg him to bear witness 
Please, my Lord do not miss this 
Behold the strength of your art 
I’m an instrument meant to bend to your wishes 
Please, my Lord be cruel 
Put them when you put me through 
Descend from the Hellsing pool 
An incentive in essence you won’t pretend I won’t end a fool
Cause I will 
And the messenger could die still 
But if we talkin pills, I’ve been on and off them 
Not bad side effects have had me in a coffin
Undead walking around without my brain it’s awesome 
Unsettling I meddle with the spleen of a corpse 
Few screws loose don’t got a full deck 
Duck duck choose you to become toothless 
Fuck with voodoo a Zulu ruthless 
I got a vendetta with a man in your grave 
Hold onto a grudge like I can’t let it escape 
Fuck sakes
I’ve been in my ways mentally unstable It’s great

NIKKO-M.O.B

M.O.B

bet that pussy gon die for percentage 
clocked in with the regular section
this ain’t no regular message
mental got permanent damage
no apologies you deaded
adding that bitch to collections
bitch all of you fuckas projecting
bitch we was never invested
picking em off like natty selection
they wanna mirror my image
they wanna play my reflection
Knock it down knock it down
losing yourself go ahead bitch figure it out
fuck is you on about it
you tossing around
recollect and then balance it out
I ain’t bury the past
ima lay that shit out
Fuck the forgiveness 
you made it my mission by running your mouth
hands open wide for reception
but they never runnin the routes
fuck is we talkin about
burn the bread out the account
it ain’t the money I’m worried about
it ain’t the money I’m worried about

said we got business working
we keep them bridges burning
head a swivel been swerving
I bet that pussy deserved it
I bet that fucka done earned it
pull up and air out the service
I keep my hate on the surface
ima just say it’s been worth it
bitch I been keepin my purpose
bitch I been filling my purses
bitch I been play my importance
keeping my head out distortions 
keeping my pace for a fortune
fuck it I’m eating in portions
fuck it I’m eating in portions

fuck bitch get it up
fuck it get it buck
fuck your time it’s up
Bitch don’t give a fuck
Bitch don’t push ya luck
They gon spin your shit
They gon hit the family plug
bitch it’s up
bitch you fuckin up
Yuh
bitch it’s up
bitch you fuckin up
What
Bitch it’s up
bitch it’s up
bitch you fuckin up
yuh
Bitch it’s up
bitch it’s up
bitch you fuckin up
yuh
Bitch it’s up
Bitch you fuckin up

don't laugh

CRASH XUT

THXR

TURN UP!!

Brand New Bxdy

BullsEye

balenci

Pure Evil

Stream: vyd.co/Chopped
featuring @bumboii
prod @prodbynxtty

Lyrics:
(NIKKO)

Yuh, it's DOOMSHOP MOTHERFUCKA

shoutout my block in this bitch-

Are you, are you, are you
Are you dumb?
No i'm not fucking the same old bitch 
New bops
Tailor made to bang I swang poles, sticks
Get chopped, like your face even your mom don't love that shit boy 
Wire around the corner im counting on you to trip on it 
Slip caught ya, its a blick culture 
Why-why you in your feelings, little bitch aren't ya ?
I came with the stick watch out 
Get you ripped top down 
Stack money to the ceiling it don't fit a counter 
Blowin some in your crib 
Head shot don't want you living 
Know you broke as a bitch 
I can tell by how you're living chicken shit 
You ain't with it 
Asking if I am still fucking on the same shit

Are you, are you dumb?
No i'm not fucking the same old bitch 
New bops
Tailor made to bang I swang poles, sticks
Get chopped, like your face even your mom don't love that shit boy 
Wire around the corner im counting on you to trip on it

(bumboi)
Im counting on you to trip 
Im peeping that you a bitch 
Why you acting pocket for that trick she dont love shit 
U cant trust no hoe thats law 
I done seen some fuck my dawgs 
Im creepin on yo location im the one that set it off

In the black truck 
Hoe i keep the mac tucked 
Hot potato with yo head and im kickin it like fat punt 
Fat junt 
Smoke em in a swisher 
Then we place em in the trash dump 
Last time that they seen him he was tweakin off that taxed cut

WOOF WOOF bitch I'm calling all my dogs

SHOOT SHOOT watch your head bust out like squash

WOOF WOOF bitch I'm calling all my dogs

SHOOT SHOOT watch your head bust out like-

Pure Evil

SCARLXRD

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