call of duty got you really thinkin you a killa.

tick tock

Cardeairè Jack x TUMAGGZ - TICK TOCK (PROD. LUGA)

PRODUCED BY FALLEN
ENGINEERED/MIXED/MASTERED BY @33MARROW
COVER ART BY @hell_usa

JMattson:
Bitch I'm ridin' with the mothafuckin bowie in the glovebox
Hittem where it hurts snatch your soul & watch the blood drop
Eyes red, face blank, faded in my mugshot
Whippin' while I'm smokin' while you posted at the bus stop
Fuck Cops
HHM bitch we a mothafuckin must watch
As a youngin kept a quarter in my lunchbox
Only runnin' from the sound of pigs & gunshots
Bitch fuck off
I don't wanna have to listen to these bitin' bitches
Everybody studying us tellem mind they business
Mothafuckas corny with this shit and ion get it
Every lil fuckin thing they doin I done did it 
Like a minute ago
Better get ur hoe before she hop up in the backseat
I never murdered but you shouldn't put it past me
Better get that dough and hand it over need it last week
Heard they talkin' but they never wanna @ me

SXMPRA:
Yung sxmpra never settle 
When I get up on the mic it’s on 
When a pussy mothafucka barkin never bitin they gone
When I creep up out the catacombs you know I’m comin back strong 
Wanna beat the beast but I keep the peace until I keep it too long 
Yuh 
Murder on da beat 
I don’t really wanna be seen 
But I gotta be me 
All black Beanie 
With da jeans 
Imma scheme
On a team
 Better know what I mean like 
It’s Schema da posse 
With the hell hound militia 
We keep it killa 
You feel it 
And all these fuckas vanilla 
All these little rappers get up in they fuckin feelings tell em get up out my face if this is you that I’m hearing I’m tryna 
Move on up 
I wanna sit at the top 
And I got no time for mothafuckas that be talkin a lot 
What 
Imma keep on spittin till I get my fuckin pesos 
lay low 
Schemin like a demon to the grave hoe 
Pussy mothafuckas gonna wanna see me fail but I keep on fuckin killin it till I’m old and fuckin frail

MVKO:
Motha fuckas hate me cuz their girlfriends wanna fuck me,
Heart filled up with poison Lead is pumpin through my bloodstream,
Talk that shit behind a desktop that shit doesn't bug me,
Keep that energy in person cuz I'll make a pussy bleed, 
Knife didn't work you gon need a gun to quiet me,
Creepin in the bushes round your house I do it silently, 
Never trust a soul or a hoe cuz they trifling, 
Mad because you aint me and im everything you try to be, 
Blunt lit, wrist slit, flat tires on the Chevy while I'm rollin with a thick bitch,
10 sticks and drums clips, if i pull up on your block you better fuckin run bitch, 
Keep running your mouth ill be tearing out your tongue bitch, 
You aint bout shit so I'll call you Eric King,
Talk tough and I'll pull up and put a hatchet in your knees,
Pull the burner from my waste band and send a bullet through your teeth,
Send your ass to hell I promise no one gonna grieve

HITTEM WHERE IT HURTS (Ft. SXMPRA & MVKO) [Prod. FALLEN]

Mix and Master by Grim Salvo
Prod. Netuh

LYRICS:

I'm feeling fucked up
I do not trust her
I bring the thunder
Why do I suffer

Switchblade stomping on the feet
May day open up the coffin got the key
Always wheezing coughing bout to vomit
On the street
Pop a tab of acid now I'm stomping on the beat

Ima die slow
Feeling like a ripped throat
Walking on the rope
Let it go to the cold
Breathe slow with the flow
Walking to the hangman show
With the crowds in the rows
And the birds be the crows

You came to flip on the gang
I came with boots and a chain
I stomp em I'm looking at brains
Vampire tuck in my fang
Look at me level up watching me change

Ay, aye
We not the same
Pussy boy suffered his fate
King of the hate
Look at my energy never the same
Look at me change

All of my friends
They do not talk to me
Lets not pretend
This is the end
Eyes turning black
And my veins turning red

I'm out of dopamine
I got no soul in me
I got nobody to talk to me
Demons be calling me
I'm at the top of my levels
You sit with the devil don't talk to me ever
Bitch

I'm feeling fucked up
I do not trust her
I bring the thunder
Why do I suffer

I'm feeling fucked up
I do not trust her
I bring the thunder
Why do I suffer

I'm feeling fucked up
I do not trust her
I bring the thunder
Why do I suffer

I'm feeling fucked up
I do not trust her
I bring the thunder
Why do I suffer

Ignatia Amara (Prod. Netuh)

Roll one put it up in the air like
Dart fast spark gas at the red light
All black fit & a all black whip
Dent grill mufuckas in the headlights
Roll one put it up in the air like
Dart fast spark gas at the red light
All black fit & a all black whip
Dent grill mufuckas in the headlights

Been a couple years since I last gave a fuck
& I blackened my lungs from the blunts
That I pack & I puff
Thought I made it out but I'm back in the rough
& I'm back for some blood like I'm Dracula bruh
You don't really wanna see what happen to ya
When I'm madder than fuck
Don't be dappin me up
Ever since a youngin on the back of the bus
Trippin acid at lunch I been planning destruction  
Comin' at you wit the fam like it's nothin'
I don't really got a plan I just rush in
I don't really give a damn bout nothin'
Fuck it I just wanna end this sufferin'
Bustin' down the fucking door & get the fuck in
Slumpin' any mufucka tryna jump in
Thumpin' bass up in that muthafuckin trunk bitch
I just wanna make a mothafucka wanna punch shit
Dirtbag wit the cleanest flows
I'm mean to hoes
Your lips you should keep 'em closed
Agree & go befo' I delete your soul
My mothafuckin business 
Somethin' you don't need to know 
im boutta
Pull up with some weed to roll
I feed my bros befo' I can eat my own
Unreachable my phone 
It ain't even on
But yet these muthafuckas never leave me alone
im boutta

Roll one put it up in the air like
Dart fast spark gas at the red light
All black fit & a all black whip
Dent grill mufuckas in the headlights
Roll one put it up in the air like
Dart fast spark gas at the red light
All black fit & a all black whip
Dent grill mufuckas in the headlights

DART FAST//SPARK GAS (Prod. ZXRO) [2020 THROWAWAY]

Bitch I'm riding with that clever no me guasta policía
D e l i r i u m always blowing out your speakers
Got a bad lil senorita got her shaking like a seizure
They wont recognize your features when I send you to the reaper

I don't fuck with all these leeches sucking dick up in my DMs
Tryna hit me for a feature I don't work with fucking peons
Bitch I'm always fuckin rolling tryna smoke away my demons
Everybody getting smoked I don't need any fuckin reason

I feel fucked
Never felt the same when I was 13 hit the blunt
Now I'm feeling withdrawals and I'm itching at my lungs
Bitch I hope it kills me bitch I hope I smoke a ton
Come and meet me in the pit and imma leave your body slumped

Hit that motherfucker with the 30 from jump
Got that ski mask on my face I x them out love when they run
All black robes around around my body got me lookin like a nun
I don't know how else to say this bitch you ain't the fuckin one

Bitch I'm coughing up my lungs I put in his body in a blunt
On bad lil bitches known to stunt I stand on business what you want
And I don't fuck with none these others they can stay put in the gutter
Dying breed too fuckin rare Ill make them know me and my brothers

Bitch I'm riding with that clever no me guasta policía
D e l i r i u m always blowing out your speakers
Got a bad lil senorita got her shaking like a seizure
They wont recognize your features when I send you to the reaper

I don't fuck with all these leeches sucking dick up in my DMs
Tryna hit me for a feature I don't work with fucking peons
Bitch I'm always fuckin rolling tryna smoke away my demons
Everybody getting smoked I don't need any fuckin reason

anatomy of a leech (prod. zodiacc)

ft. @tumaggz

Lyrics:

Sect Unit -

better watch yo back when you speak on me
yeah, speak on me
i won’t let you getaway for free 
head start countin up to three
you don’t who you wanna be 
just a pussy ass wannabe i swear 
you not the only one of you
but it’s really only one of me 

you can talk yo shit but it come back around like karma
i don’t wanna start no drama 
but if you fuck wit me you gone end up wit trauma
sweatin like you in a sauna 
i don’t like the way that you niggas move 
i don’t like the way that you speak
try to walk around wit a point to prove 
but i wish you would just take a seat
yeah, you niggas is weak 
only run yo mouth when you on a beat 
i talk shit i don’t keep it discreet 
but you make tweets
that’s all you know how to do
ain’t no beef when i’m bullyin you
like a leaf you gone float to the ground
the only thing you finna see is a boot, pussy 

better watch yo back when you speak on me
yeah, speak on me
i won’t let you getaway for free 
head start countin up to three
you don’t who you wanna be 
just a pussy ass wannabe i swear 
you not the only one of you
but it’s really only one of me 

TuMaggz-

Real chains on a fakes neck
I can’t respect your movements
Kinda stupid how you claim a set
I’m sick of rookies tryna play me like I ain’t a vet
I bet I’m right about your come up wanna place a bet
Y’all lil niggas some children 
Throwing hand signs you spent time making up got some ops but you’ve still never killed one
Me bitch I’m one in a million 
But they already know that
Bet they already know that
But you already knew that
Bet you already knew that
Boy that rag in your pocket a book with no words
You ain’t been jumped put yo mouth on the curb
It’s better it’s me it’s a mortal concern cuz if them niggas catch you they’ll turn you to merch
But you already know that
Bet you already know that
We know you ain’t about that
You know you ain’t about that
Roof cave in when the bass go
I wanna big body whip winnebago
I might pour a lil blood in a faygo
All you niggas weird kicking it with fake hoes
I’mma do it to em something like Waco
I’m a fiend for USD no pesos
Ion fuck with distrokid cuz they pay slow
I like dealing cuz it honestly just pay more
Like a missile how I heat seek targets
Tumaggz got your chick pants wet like a faucet
Demon wit the pot I’mma crock it
I’mma make spark like a fork inna socket
Got the whole game in my pocket
Only gonna take a few to take off like a rocket
But I’m not just in it for the profit
I was made for this 
Maggz something like a prophet

Wannabe

Cardeairè Jack x TuMaggz - Wannabe (prod. Aragoth)

fly high

ACURA - IMPORT

Produced by F L O. W E R $ 
Mastered by BRAAHMS

WZRD

666bodies

666Bodies (Prod. F L O W E R $)

FUCK HOES GET DOE WIT WOES (PROD. YUNG GLIZZY)

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Lyrics:
Bang all you hear is bang when I slide through
Bang bout to hit yo brain wit this five two
Aim and I pop you 
Bang now yo fuckin brain leakin out dude
I’m movin on without you 
Bang bang bang bang bang bang 
I promise you that we are not the muthafuckin
Same same same same same same 
I never change 
I hit you wit the bang 

Merry christmas 
I’m coming down yo chimney 
I won’t even leave a witness
Not personal just business
Give up now cause you ain’t gonna win this
Y’all some bitches 
Don’t make me have to look and search 
Cause the more I work 
The deeper you go in the dirt
I’ll make you hurt 
Turn you to a scarecrow 
And leave you hangin like you on a cross 
Are you scared bro
Cause you just came across the final boss 
Are you scared bro
Cause you just came across the final boss

Bang all you hear is bang when I slide through
Bang bout to hit yo brain wit this five two
Aim and I pop you 
Bang now yo fuckin brain leakin out dude
I’m movin on without you 
Bang bang bang bang bang bang 
I promise you that we are not the muthafuckin
Same same same same same same 
I never change 
I hit you wit the bang

BANG! (PROD. NETUH)

Cardeairè Jack