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$avageTrap4.0

Daily Drops 13

Bangers XIII

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Chrome

Wrath

Freddie Dredd - BOOF (Full Song)

Wrong Place

Freddie's Inferno

Tip Toe

Want (feat. prodby668)

CURTIS [PROD. CUBE]

I got game and I don’t even try
Ventriloquist with my life 
Wish there wasn’t a single thought behind these pair of eyes
But I’ll work with what 
I got until the day I die

Remember back when we were
tighter than the blue angels formation 
at an air show
Now we’re foreign to each other 
We are People 
we don’t know
People so stuck in their ways 
Like gum on the 
sidewalks of 
San Francisco 
Your content
 off brand 
maraschino
Feeling ripe for change
But my brain questioning if I really need it though
People can’t read the room and it shows 

Sometimes Life gets egregious like
The massacre in ludlow 
Life Throwing curveballs 
like a cy young Barry Zito 
Things come and go like the Montreal expos

Not sure if it’s joy I’m feeling 
or its manias afterglow
I’m Straight to the action
Ho Like it’s Gonzo
Sticking to what I know
like a sea urchin 
Fight for what is yours 
like a rooftop Korean

I got game and I don’t even try
Ventriloquist with my life 
Wish there wasn’t a single thought behind these pair of eyes
But I’ll work with what 
I got until the day I die

Dodged so many bullets literally and figuratively 
They asked me how many reasons I carry
It’s Definitely more than 2 
But I know it’s too many 
If you’re tuning in
Don’t tune out
Shoutout to the people who showed me what life is really about 
Don’t burn yourself at the stake inadvertently 
Tryna keep others warm repeatedly 
I used to only feel from extreme to extreme 
Your past don’t need you 
But your future self does
Don’t let your present self suffer 
cause of how someone was

Feel like I Overstayed my welcome
In this life 
Knees to chest in my mind 
Working overtime
 alienated from everything in sight 

Intrusive thoughts wanna see me dead
Trying to Keep positive thoughts in my head 
But then I want to implant a bullet 
through it instead

I got game and I don’t even try
Ventriloquist with my life 
Wish there wasn’t a single thought behind these pair of eyes
But I’ll work with what 
I got until the day I die

DOPE IN MY POCKET (Prod. SCARYPLAIN)

Witchouse 40k - LOCUST EFFECT (prod. mark veins x ³³marrow)
Mixed and mastered by ³³marrow
Cover by Istasha the Scrub
747 HHM TRASH

Music Video: https://youtu.be/CH9pPM24k5g

The sky may break & fall when the masses overpower the sun, this is the truest sense of unified destruction. Fueling such a plague is a bounty of vegetation following unusually heavy rains, growth, and abundance. All new living food growth means the landscape can support a huge number of rapidly feeding insects and creatures that thrive in the dark. Together, we swarm.

LOCUST EFFECT (prod. mark veins x ³³marrow) (Video in Desc.)

Sub Zero 🥶

IT'S THAT TIME OF THE YEAR MY G'S
REAL DIRT TRACK W MY G EVIL

2023 HAS A LOT MORE COMING!

ON DECK w/ EVIL

PLAYBOY

SPOILEDROTTEN

HOT*59

Prod. yxnglyz
Prod. Shneaky

LYRICS:
Coming up quick 
I got some sick shit in the vault
This ain’t nun
I’m just dabbing in this sound 
Because I can having fun
Get that stick out yo ass boy
You think you doin sum
Making that song again n again just because it trended once
That shit sad as hell
I feel so sorry for you niggas 
Smoking til I’m shell
I heal my sorrows with this liquor
I was raised well
I keep it solid for my niggas
I would raise hell
If I was bothered by you niggas
This one for my playas down south
Bumping Boosie driving slow with some gold in they mouth
Serving tree that shipped from Cali 
They whole hood in the clouds
They got tecs and automatics 
Put yo hood in the ground
Sleep and sound
White folks got some hoods too
They just wear em on they head
If I see a white hood
All the same I shoot em dead
If you come incorrect 
I’ll assume you is a fed
Stay the fuck up out my circle square  you gon fuck up my bread
I’m whipping I-5
Sixty five
Two switches in da trunk
Same nigga with nine knives
Taking lives
Eight left one in your gut
Your bitch want five guys
With no fries
She’s licking on these nuts
Fuck with birds and get left hurt 
Fuck with maggz get left with nubs
PTSD like a vet but no veteran
Hungry for bread like a vet with no severance 
Stay in the burbs cuz the ghetto is treacherous 
Why make assumptions with no frame of reference 
Dis that playa shit
That slaya shit
That might go shoot the mayor shit
That shit that gets these bitches lit
And makes you wanna circle pit

I’m a mental degenerate 
I’m a hypocrite 
Talk bout not using needles
But I be snorting shit
I’ve also been on the benzos
All while sipping and smoking cigs
The difference is I didn’t get clean then start acting like I’m above it 
Like holier than thou
If I added up my purchases 
I’m in the hundred thousands
Cocaine mountains 
Molly water fountains
K pins down
Got my ego like who doubting me
All black no mask 
Big strap hop out kicking door 
Where the motherfuckin money at
Bitch smack hit that
No lack kick back feet up
Where the hoes and their mothers at
You wack prolly smoke crack happily 
I’m black pigs shoot us happily 
White tee like my Nikes 
With a dime piece
Smoking two 
Like the mags in my jeans
I’m war ready
Was born ready
To wreck your shit you bitch
I’ll make it quick like you was smoking fetty
Human brain spaghetti 
Paint walls like Artemisia Gentileschi
Known for solving problems once it’s up like I’m Joe Pesci

Vice

MY DAY IS RUINED !

Lyrics:

Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around

Lately I been thinking about the time that you left
Body levitating, breathing without taking a breath
I'm still picking up the pieces from the puzzle you wrecked
Body burning like the Nazarene, the mother she wept
I been waking up in shambles, all my thoughts are a mess
My bones are aching and groaning, a sinking pain in my chest
When I'm sleeping there's a voice that lets me know it's upset
Hallucination dripping from me in a puddle of sweat

Hop out of my noggin, I don't know ya
Demon followed me to Arizona
Preaching out against me in a major way
Pay your rent in my head, old persona
I'm familiar with that stank aroma
Dreams have followed me
It seems they're here to stay

(KAMAARA)
Stick to your story
Overextend you bend you break you eat the take and wash down the glory
I know she badly bad you're madly sad upset she really adore me
I got the car the drip the coat moncler the glicks so please do not bore me
Buried a lie to tie a tie if lies could bite this shit could get gory

Open the sun and stow away a wasted day like it's not important
E on her tongue the cost to love is hard to pay when you can't afford it
Give me the keys the red ones too I dodge and weave I muh fucken floor it
Minimal space I lie awake and smell decay but tend to ignore it

(Witchouse 40k)
Crawl with the rats out the mud,
Zombie rot em, put a shot in your back up
Boy see the back of my gun with it
Pullup on em, and I'm bringing his past up
Past up
Hop out the coffin, I walk out the bottom alone, got a glock and a mag on my nuts
Sediment talkin, my skull full of holes, see the maggots around, I got bats in my blood

Ghosts in the patch and we carve em out,
I spin the block on em, haunted house
Ghost in the face, leave your body out
Camber your bones till they bottom out
Glock on my body, I shot at your body, I rot em, he turn to a ghost town
Fully auto wit the blicky, your block looking haunted, I'm hearing these ghosts sounds

Nobody but the soul found, keep the pole out when I pullup on em
Cold house, I was broke down, now a gold mouth when I pullup on em

Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around
Dreams
They follow me around

prod. MOSSBACK
support: https://www.patreon.com/mossback

Skinwalker Social Club

STRIGOI

STRIGOI (feat. KAMAARA & Witchouse 40k)

Another little surprise drop, maybe spoiling you guys

HEARTPIERCER (PROD. TRAPMORTEM)

HERE WE GO

CASKET, I PUT you in a casket
I GOT SLAUGHTER ON MY HANDS
LET IT RUN RIGHT OUT THE FAUCET
DEVIL IN THE BACK OF THE mother fuckin BAND

Weight-off, freight tons, laundering the lyrics for the great ones

Jester with a dagger and an apron 

On my back with a chemical attack, marionetting limbs for a duly wed vocal track 

infusing beats with acts, part V its the facts - world fucking dying from the order on rats  

It's a cat-town, lookin up at you just from your gat blown, torch thrown over the wall for the fuckin pacts thrown

at the rats, with the cancer in their tracks - tricking all their fuckin enemies' with rhetoric and sacks

we mark them up to last moment pull the trigger royal apocalypse, got the fetti figures, steady aim with slack

hail to the queen we want a world with all of this, golden trim rims and a style they cannot kiss 

Got the five four fives all decked-out engraved and shit

Make my fuckin voice cut through all their ploys and lips

SLAUGHTER REVOLUTION (PROD. JUNOES)

Sounds like a weed strain, im bored

Gat, shoot yo hat
Bullet hole through the mullet cold

circa'94, I was born, Im a nimble core
Soul is liquid ice Im making room for all these simple chords
Strum em, run-em, im-in, venom,mode gonna make a mason score
I think Im on my spree shit, hitting keys shit, numbers on the board
Yeah yeah,
Contracting the vibrant hues, blood is so bright I dont wanna lose
Trippin on morsels for minimum morse code im contacting all of the jester dudes
I got like hella blues, yeah and hella blues, im so motherfuckin sad you'de think Ide want to silence who
God god god
Im another god
Lookin like an enemy for mothers and these sunny fucks
I'm a funny ruckus, nade will stuck ya, splosion on yo cars
IED, for your see, takin your vision shrapnel that I lob
//
Yeah scriptz
//
I got claws, im like a sloth, covered in quills I'll stab your broads
I got the quill, tanacious stock, take you to hell, the devil lodge
You think youde want it, compare with bondage, the whip I bought it
The rope I bought it, the noose I want it, rippin the daphodils petals aren't honest, duh

Gat, shoot yo hat
Bullet hole through your mullet cold
Rising from the scriptures my name is only prophecy told
Writing paint those pictures for the crowd is moshin ryhthm mold
Draw a circle, pimp it purple, pentagram in the middle fold

PURPLE PENTAGRAM REMIX (PROD. RULZ ON)

@txazz
@six_blades

[LYRICS]

TXAZ:
?

RATTLESNAKE:
I DESTROY HER LIFE THEN I TEACH HER HOW TO TIE A NOOSE 
BLADE STUCK IN HIS STOMACH I GOT BLOOD ALL ON MY FUCKING BOOTS 
I'M TOO FUCKED BITCH I'M IN NEED OF A LOBOTOMY 
PULL UP IN A UH IMA PULL UP IN A FUCKING

IMA PULL UP IN A TANK
PUSSY U ARE GONNA DIE TONIGHT
MAKE HIM FUCKING DRINK 500 MILLIGRAMS OF CYANIDE
PULL UP WITH THE GANG? UR EMBARRASSING URSELF
BITCH STOP ACTING ALL HARD YOU SHOULD JUST GO AND COMMIT SUICIDE

S!XBLADES:
555, GONNA KILL HIS FAMILY
TO NIGHT NIGHT NIGHT YEAH, BITCH I'M AN EPEDEMY
FUCKER YOU DON'T MAKE SHIT
JUST GET OUT OF MY FACE BITCH
YOU WON'T GET INTO PLAYLISTS
UNLESS YOU FUCKING PAY BITCH

BREAKING DOWN HIS DOORKNOB
BITCH I AM A WARLOCK
GONNA LET HIS BRAIN SPILL ON THE CARPET WITH MY 4 SHOTS

FUCK ME UP
CUT ME UP
DO IT AGAIN AY
SHOW ME THAT I AM A FAG WITH NO FRIENDS

WARLORD (FT. TXAZ + S!XBLADES) [PROD. TXAZ]

prod https://soundcloud.com/sorrow_bringer

LYRICS: I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
Hold up bitches simmer down
Takin' hella long bitch give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya
Huh, ASAP get like me
Never met a motherfucker fresh like me
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga
Like how you figure?
Getting figures and fuckin bitches
She rollin' swishers for her bitches
I bought my niggas they getting bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a nigga act nigger-ish
But at least a nigga nigga rich
I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored
Turn a dyke bitch out have her fuckin' boys
Beast
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you've been leading on
Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feeding on
Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
You ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fucking read-along
Ain't a fucking sing-along unless you brought the weed along
Then ju- (okay, okay, okay...)
Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put The Beatles on
All that shit you talkin' bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin'
Yes Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long dick nigga ain't for the long talkin
I beast
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
Yeah ho this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she's from the hood but she live inside in the valley now
Vacate in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony I fuck 'em at the same damn time
She eyeing me like a nigga don't exist
Girl, I know you want this dick
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar
Aka Benz is to me just a car
That mean your friends need to be up to a par
See my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow
Kill 'em all dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back i'll do ya
Beast
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Deleted Account (Prod. Sorrow Bringer)

i'll delete this when the original one is uploaded, until then, enjoy

ONI - Spark (ft. Sueco)

Lyrics:

Breath, drawn into the chest
Oxygen flow through the blood in your head 
Detach that shit from the neck 
Love the way moonlight bring out all the red, no dress
But for me this shit like sex 
I came for the hunt and can't wait 'til I bring you death
Yes i'm above all the rest 
An angel from heaven and no my sword can't wait to bless

Pests 
I'm moving lethal i'm never no less
I ain't got a PC just specs on the tec
Ain't sayin you won't make it but boy it's a - stretchhh
Like i'm stretchin your flesh 
Fuck bout no money I want my respect 
I'm pressing this piece to his head make a mess 
Could call me Paul Walker , i'm fast as it gets

One down lay dead 
We get down like that
Said i'm gon rain fire 
When I tote my fire 
Watch how my glock hi-top skin fades -
This beam his face 
Girl i'm riding round whats the location 
Pull up with the drive by leave his home vacant 
Boy you know that you could die bout this money i'm making 
All this muhfuckin paper
Chasing
Horns pierce the skin on my head call me Satan 
Say that I ain't bout it at this point you hatin
Scythe with the hoodie they know that I'm takin yo

Breath, drawn into the chest
Oxygen flow through the blood in your head 
Detach that shit from the neck 
Love the way moonlight bring out all the red, no dress
But for me this shit like sex 
I came for the hunt and can't wait 'til I bring you death
Yes i'm above all the rest 
An angel from heaven and no my sword can't wait to bless

Pests uh 
Like insects, best watch where they step 
Incense, want smoke , cigarette 
Infected and i'm seeing red
You will regret 
Pest pest you will regret 
Pest pest you will regret 

Pest
 
Pest

PEST

NIKKO - PEST (prod. Kiraw)

THIS ONE IS FOR THE MOSH TO TWEAK OUT TO!

SOCIALS:
Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/ssjdaki/
TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@ssjdaki
Twitter - https://twitter.com/dakialmighty

LISTEN TO THE SONG ON ALL PLATFORMS:
Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/track/4jFdrKsm6edP3y0wwYifaA?si=2c0695bcbdbc4603
Apple Music - https://music.apple.com/us/album/bum-rush-simon-says/1712240391?i=1712240392

LYRICS:
BUM RUSH -
OK LIKE RUSH RUSH RUSH
I FUCK IT UP
I STAY WITH KARMA, THATS THE MOB
YEA WE CAN NEVER GIVE NO FUCKS
DONT NEED NO ARMOR WHEN WE SLIDIN
WE GON SMOKE EM OUT LIKE RUNTZS
I CALL HER DAHMER, SHE GON EAT ME UP
SHE LOVE IT WHEN WE FUCK

CUZ WE BEEN MOVIN LIKE THE BEST ONES
MY NIGGAS NEXT UP
I LET EM KNOW, I ALWAYS FLEX UP
I LET MY CHEST PUMP
THEY TRIED TO FOUL ON US, THEY MESSED UP
I LET THAT TEC DUMP
ITS SSJ, HE KNOW TO BLESS BUCKS
GO GET YOUR CHECKS UP

I BEEN PUTTIN THIS PRESSURE ON FOR A MINUTE
THEY BEEN BEGGIN FOR AIR BUT I CANT FORGIVE EM
BULLETS KNOCKIN EM DOWN, LOOKIN LIKE A MIDGET
HOW WE RIDE IN THE NIGHT, TELL EM FUCK A TICKET
HE WANT HEAT THEN WE PUT THAT BOY ON A SKILLET
KEEP A BURNER, I GRIP IT WITH OVER MITTENS
ALL THESE NIGGAS ARE PUSSY, A BUNCH OF KITTENS
BUT THEY TALKIN TO ME LIKE THEY FUCKIN WIT IT

LIL NIGGA I CANT GO
HIT HIS EYE, CUT HIM UP LIKE DEATHSTROKE
MINIMIZE, TURN THAT BOY TO DUST
CHOPPA FINNA DUMP, MAKE HIM UP THE TEMPO
IMMA GO STRAIGHT FOR THE END ZONE, FOR THE WIN
LIL BITCH I PUSH AND PUSH AND PUSH
AINT NO LOVIN
AND ALL THAT SHIT THEY SPITTIN IS NOTHIN, DIRT
ITS LESS THAN THIS RUBBISH

OK LIKE 
RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH
I TELL EM
RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH
I FUCK IT
UP UP UP UP UP UP UP
YEA GO AND 
RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH RUSH

SIMON SAYS -
HEARD THAT THESE NIGGAS WERE FEELIN TOUGH
THEY WANT WAR WELL IM TELLIN EM "LETS GO"
POP A ROCK IN HIS TOP LIKE A HEADSTONE
KEEP A STICK AND IT MAKE HIM GO (HEY!)

POP, PRESTO
WE ON SHIT THAT COMPETING WITH DEATH ROW
RIDE AROUND WITH THAT (SHH), WE CANT LET KNOWN

I CANT LET EM GET UP TO MY PACE, NOT EVEN LITTLE BIT
I BEEN BETTER THAN NIGGAS SINCE A LITTLE KID
I WAS 15 AND POPPIN IN THE 916
THROW THAT BOY IN THE PIT, IM KICKIN AT HIS RIBS
NOW GO LISTEN UP AND DO WHAT SIMON SAYS

WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK
OK YEA
WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK
OK NOW 
MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH
OK YEA
MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH MARCH
OK NOW 
THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW
YEA GO AHEAD
THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW THROW
OK NOW 
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO
YEA YEA YEA 
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO

BUM RUSH! / SIMON SAYS!

BUM RUSH! / SIMON SAYS! (PROD. MUD)

Couldnt resist dropping this, more soon

Got a mac mac
IN my back pack
Bullets loaded, trigger finger itchin slack slack
Gonna pull it figures that I had to trap laps 
-Running the circles around you, think ive had the last laugh 
It's a tad whiplash, BDS for the bad 
Missile seeker on these premadonna has-beens 
Im like alladin
Flying on a carpet, desert eagle in my right hand, uzi in the other 
Drivin hoopties through a cosmic ring I think I touched a feather
of the ra, -lookin through the eyes of cause and osirus, severely ill for loki odin on papyrus
Killing the gods with  parasite infected  realm with virus 
Worm, wormworm
make you fuckin squirm germ
Dont   obey shit im a motherfuckin maverick burn burn
Im incompatible with all these rattlle skulls, brain is so empty it sticks to the bottam yo 
Call me maniacal but I know better road, pulling the curtain down, now I will gladly float

Got a mac mac
IN my back pack
Bullets loaded, trigger finger itchin slack slack
Gonna pull it figures that I had to trap laps 
-Running the circles around you, think ive had the last laugh 

Ha, haha ha ha trippin on these hard highs 
Ill crunch your bones like the high hatsare behind lines
I cant now cannibal that shit it tastes like sheep and fried brain
I dont think you  want to wield torch when I do eye for eye 
I dump it magical, lookin like tragic mess I am an animal 
kind of an fan of fully-loaded shotties, gonna weta body, gonna throw a party 
Bloody rain on all the shawties, I kill everybody, vomit on the ketamolley, ima kamakazi
'puku for the kamis, strippin out this body, wait on walky talky, jester always spying

HOTLAP (PROD. RULZ ON)

A new track appears! Out on all platforms!

CONJURING ASHES (PROD. UNREM)

https://play.spotify.com/track/3cXyu35gjzalfx6Ra2CV4G?play=true&utm_source=open.spotify.com&utm_medium=open

Azide
@azide-1
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@wearetheflexgang
~
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@jswey
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Azide x J Swey – God & the Devil

Make you park to the side like a fire truck...

Lonliness is the price to pay | Prod. OVERDO$E X Ray Ayy |

The Collection

Decisions of Torment

Chetta - FORTYKAY

To Grant Them Eternal Rest

Pablo's Revenge

s p a c e k a d e t

Lyrics:
the winter might be coming but i still feel cold
toxins got me buzzing sipping Styrofoam
don't know why i'm running so i won't no more
cooking up like mutton there's a wolf at my door
i been fucking with my blessings now i'm left on the floor
wonder why i lie i cant fly no saw
less i'm cutting through these trees like a blade to my throat
fuck these memories how'd they break from the vault
boutta go ghost
lose what i know
choose to be found
when i wash on the coast 
redrum in in my mind got me spinning through my high
thinking bout the sacrifice washing over me like wine

fuck what you thought
i'ma do it twice yea
fuck what you taught
i don't need your advice said
fuck what you know then
fuck it hit it thrice yea
lungs gone feel smoke
my bloods alcohol

misfit with the wrist slit
got sickness don't visit
i know ya'll don't miss it
that a game that's different
don't fit in where you sitting
i got my own ambition
i keep myself distant then
roll up and spark my writtens

fuck what you thought
i'ma do it twice yea
fuck what you taught
i don't need your advice said
fuck what you know then
fuck it hit it thrice yea
lungs gone feel smoke
my bloods alcohol

Fuck It (prod. HOOLIGN x REVX)

Suffer

I just want some bali darts fr.

COVER ART - https://www.instagram.com/p9tience/
homies got some clean edits go show him some love^^^

Lyrics: 
(intro)
yea they keep fucking putting up dart prices and i'm fucking MAD and like what am i gonna do, not smoke them? Nah, that's not an option, this ain't an option in this household. My lungs are gonna be fucking coal whether they're FUCKING EXPENSIVE OR NOT, FUWARK.

(Actual lyrics lmao)
duffel bags of a sand 
bitch I don't know what your plan is
they don't understand
where they stand up on this planet
blood all on my hands
get that brick an taking damage
rubble ash an bands
stack em thick then make em vanish

yuh ghost
lost on the coast
keep that smoke
bout 7/24
folks
never know what
i know
they gone forward
like it free for the notes
roast
walking the with feet on the coal
burning my skin never bother me though
learning my sin while walk round the rope
yea tight with my grip but i might let go

i don't see what i see
i just know so i don't like that
i'ma keep it icy till my snow
gone froze like ice caps
body bags on my shoulder
with Polaroid no toe tags
side effects of my nova
grow colder while my sight black
i don't care if you like me
i'm always on the nightstand
dropping tabs on the nightly 
not sober when i write back
sorry for my senses i been sensing
bad intentions
sentimental things just bring me hell
i'm colder cos it keeps me well


keep me well
stack the k
i don't sell uh

heathen fell
found the blaze
and he won't tell 

now we run
now we eat
now we swell 

like the waves
making caves
outta silt yuh

i don't got what you want
out my spot
they don't need what
you fiend fucking
stop 
stuck it up
this your fault
get yourself
for yourself
fucking dealt
what you got
you want more
cut it off

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