LYRICS:
ALL ABOUT DA PHONK MANE THE BOOTH IS FULL OF INDO 
RATTAT A 20 GAUGE IS COMIN FOR YOUR ASS
THE MR BITCH PLEASER I FUCK HER SO HARD SHE GOT A SEIZURES 
ITS A OVERDOSE COKE IS GOIN UP THE NOSE
CAUSING PANIC COMIN WITH THE AUTOMATIC MAKIN HAVOC
WHEN THE NOSE IS FULL OF COCO
MANES ARE STARTIN TO GET LOCO
MY BRAIN MY HEART AND MY SOUL ARE THE CULT  
TEST THIS PLAYA ITS GONNA GET YO WIG SPLIT 
FAILING HEAVY CUZ I GOTTA CRACK DADDY 
BITCH WHEN I SAY YOU TALK ITS DA TIME YOU TAKE DA CHARGE
I WANT A GIRL LIKE 9/11
EVERBODY KNOW HER BUT NOBODY KNOW WHAT HAPPENED 
ONE BITCH AINT ENOUGH PUSSY TASTES GOOD THATS WHY I CALL HER COOKIE DOUGH 
PLAYIN WITH MA MAGIACIAN FLUTE
CUZ I PREFER FROM THE BACK CUZ THE FACE NEEDS TO SMACK
ES LA GENTA MUY LOCO
MAMA DONT YOU CRY CUZ YOUR SON GOES TO WAR
NAZDAROVJE MANE SUKA PRICA NJIET ARTJOM IS MY NAME THE METRO IS WHERE I LIJEV
THIS IS MY NIG FULL UNDER BRICK
CLIT SO EXCITED SAY SHE NEVER HAD A OTP SCOPIN ON HER THONG AND YELLIN DROP THAT SHIT FOR ME
TRYNNA FUCK THE OTP BUT FIRST RULES THERE'S NO CHOKIN CLY
WASSUP CLIDDY CLIT WON'T YOU SAY HELLO TO MY DICK 

THE MEAN GREEN MAKE YOU CIVILIZE HYPNOTIZE EMPHASIZE WHAT THE OTHER FEELS IN HIS MIND 
SOONER OR LATER SOMEONE WILL STAB YOU IN YOUR BACK ONE DAY HES YOUR MANE THE NEXT DAY LOOKIN FOR THE RACKS 
SHE'S THE DIRIGENT OF MY FLUTE
PLAYA…. WHAT ARE YOU DOIN 
MANE IM LOOKIN FOR DA CHEW IN 
JESUS CHRIST GOT REVIVED BUT I GOT NO EXTRA LIFE
DIGGIN BONES IN THE BACKYARD 
PENTAGRAMM IS ON THE FLO THE DEVIL IS COMIN FOR A SMOKE
PASS THAT SHIT 
GET STUNNED 
WELCOME TO THE CHEWIN STREET
FUCK THE PREJUDICE SCANDALOUS WALKIN LIKE A PRESIDENT NOBODY CAN DO ME SHIT 
HEART IS OTP AND MY BRAIN IS RIP WALKIN ON SOM CLOUD AND I CANT  FEEL MY FEET 
CHILLIN WITH THE DEVIL IN THE CLIQUE 
MANES FULL UNDER BRICKS
WAKIN UP A DAY TO DAY WITH NO LOVE JUST PAIN
WELCOME TO THE CHEWIN STREET GET UP ON MY D


ALL ABOUT (Prod. SHADXWEVIL)

SHOOTIN TWICE

Hilarious Murder(1999)

Produced by https://soundcloud.com/sickydakapoot115

https://soundcloud.com/sweetgraves

Lyrics:

Just fuckin sick in the head
Travis Bickle with a glock how I come for that bread
I ain't gonna stop, Rudy Ridged by the feds
Bombs bout to drop, scorched Earth for the dead
Bad lil thot bout to pop on my bed
Stalkin the opps, Sam Fisher and my vision infrared
Black night darker than my threads
Got em on their knees pleading, bleeding, feeding motherfuckers lead

I said I'm just fuckin sick in the head
Plug walking pimping hoes, smoking drow like my brother Sicky said
Lost my mind on the edge, something bout these lines all the time got me seeing fuckin red
I've gunned down fuckers for less
Stepping up to me and my team MSG gon make a mess
Creep and crawl till the end
Terminal ever since the world free fell off the edge

JUST FUCKIN SICK (Prod. SICKY DA KAPOOT)

isdraume

An experimental ambient-leaning electronic album drawing influence from vaporwave and slushwave, built around warm, immersive synth textures and intentionally slow BPMs. The melodies and soundscapes evoke a shifting palette of emotion and introspection. Vocals alternate between pitched-down and natural delivery, layered with heavy delay and reverb. Hooks feature intricate rhyme and assonance schemes, adding lyrical depth to the atmospheric production.


im l o s t here

INMYHEAD

REAL AZZ KILLAZ (PROD. KILO$)

UNWORTHY (SOLD)

CONTROL (SOLD)

THERES NOTHING OUT THERE (INTRO)

PHONK BEATS-

LEASE: 20$
EXCLUSIVE: 40$

VAPORWAVE/HOUSE BEATS-

LEASE: 25$
EXCLUSIVE: 40$

CUSTOMS: nigga just pick a beat I already made y'all complicated as fuck with these non helping details, maybe 40$ doe


YEAH MY BEATS SUCK NIGGA BUT MOTHAFUCKAS BE BUYING THEM

THERES NOTHING OUT THERE (INTRO)

$CREW