LET ME SLEEP (Buckx2)

PART ONE:

Pussy gotta run to save his damn life
Try to calm me down you wasting yo time
Everyday pissed get out of my mind
Really had enough I'm sick of your lies

Try to hit me up after seeing my connections 
Yearning for my spot ever since you paid attention
Try to shut me down cuz you can't deal with rejection
Don't you try to talk Mr. Has a Small Erection

Would you shut the fuck up
When I hear you fuckin talk you be testin yo luck 
Swear you never gonna change you still fuckin suck, ugh 
Get to runnin up yo block since you wan' play thug, ugh

Not my fuckin fault that you wan' act so stupid
All the shit you talk should get you executed 
Matter fact fuck just go and quit yo music
Keep a blade tucked a chance that you are too quick

PART TWO:

Hide behind his phone till it's time to fuckin fist fight
Never backin up all the shit he sayin online
Locked inside his house but I'm all up on the inside
Find out where he at, then I hit him with a left right

Show no fuckin mercy once I'm started there's no limit
Get you fuckin hurting once I get yo bones to splittin
Cryin to yo parents like I said something explicit
Maybe shut yo mouth then I wouldn't be so livid

Gotta run it back so you can learn yo fuckin lesson
Never need a strap but I can fuck with Smith and Wesson
Telling me to stop because you scared of my aggression
The way you actin up label dumbass yo profession

Take a fuckin blade
Ram it thru yo face
Tell me fuckin stop it, but you shittin on my name
Have you fuckin learned
Gettin on my nerves
Stop with all the bullshit or I'm gonna leave you hurt

FED UP! (REUPLOADED) [PROD. YEETER × EMOWHIP]

Prod. By / Ft. NOVÂFLED
Cover art by @fijix99_ on ig 🖤

22 Ft. NOVÂFLED

(prod. Hayku)



Lyrics: 

I been driving for 6 hours
I don’t have a destination 

Got a quarter tank of gas
But I can’t find a fucking station 

On the road a little longer
seen a quarter of the nation 

But I’m patient, please don’t hate me
Why you starting allegations 



I been raging in the basement
I’m so ready just to drop bombs

With both palms, from both arms
The city was acting so calm

I’m still calm but… wait,
I shiver ‘little bit

I tend to go get pissed off from
The rich doing their little shit



And I’m tired from my day
I wanna go and lay my head down

Don’t know what I wanna say
I need a new car just to get round 

I stay down, you stay clown
But I know our money long

Taking rips out of the bong
So I can drop another song



You know whats wrong with the world
We live in, cause it’s our time

You think you acting like a gangster
Doing all this hard crime

Toothbrush to my shoe
Tryna scrub away the tough grime 

And I work a 9-5
Feel I only make like 5 dimes



Got 9 lives and fye rhymes
Shit, I’m not a housecat 

But you listen to my shit
It have you thinking your about that

Only like to smoke some weed
Your doing more, can’t be around that

Anchored to the ground so 
You can never make me bounce back 



I’m biting harder
Then an mother fucking alligator 

Pussy boy I know
You soft like you a now and later

Cant stand a bitch name Nibby 
Boy you such an agitator

Treat the kid like shit
You fake collaborator 



Trouble breathing
Had to go and get a ventilator 

Pussy boy you gotta pay
To ride the elevator 

It’s just me, I’m staying focus
Stacking hella paper

Looking at the gps 
Yeah that’s a navigator

 

I been driving for 6 hours
I don’t have a destination 

Got a quarter tank of gas
But I can’t find a fucking station 

On the road a little longer
seen a quarter of the nation 

But I’m patient, please don’t hate me
Why you starting allegations 



I been raging in the basement
I’m so ready just to drop bombs

With both palms, from both arms
The city was acting so calm

I’m still calm but… wait,
I shiver ‘little bit

I tend to go get pissed off from
The rich doing their little shit



And I’m tired from my day
I wanna go and lay my head down

Don’t know what I wanna say
I need a new car just to get round 

I stay down, you stay clown
But I know our money long

Taking rips out of the bong
So I can drop another song



You know whats wrong with the world
We live in, cause it’s our time

You think you acting like a gangster
Doing all this hard crime

Toothbrush to my shoe
Tryna scrub away the tough grime 

And I work a 9-5
Feel I only make like 5 dimes



Got 9 lives and fye rhymes
Shit, I’m not a housecat 

But you listen to my shit
It have you thinking your about that

Only like to smoke some weed
Your doing more, can’t be around that

Anchored to the ground so 
You can never make me bounce back 



I’m biting harder
Then an mother fucking alligator 

Pussy boy I know
You soft like you a now and later

Cant stand a bitch name Nibby 
Boy you such an agitator

Treat the kid like shit
You fake collaborator 



Trouble breathing
Had to go and get a ventilator 

Pussy boy you gotta pay
To ride the elevator 

It’s just me, I’m staying focus
Stacking hella paper

Looking at the gps 
Yeah that’s a navigator

NO DESTINATION (prod. Hayku)

YD + 12EJECT + ISSBROKIE BEEP BEEP BOOP! REMIX (prod. DLTZK) (art by: @gr3y.tubbi on IG)

FT. @PRINCEZUKI 

LINKTR.EE/PRINCEZUKI 
LINKTR.EE/PRODGUARDIAN

(PROD. MUD)
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCvJNtC_NfDPYglbCV4n-HFg

I'VE HAD ENOUGH FT.ZUKI(PROD. MUD)

FEEL ME (prod. Waves)

CASTILLO! (feat. KID KAMI) (Prod. Buckx2)

GASSED

GOING UP (prod. Saint Urya/Bowsy)

new typa style 
i hope you enjoy<3 

guardian- 
Too Much (prod. outtaspace)

lyrics: 
got so much anxiety it’s filling up 
room
ima do it by myself yeah i’ll take that my tomb 
always on my own , tell me what is new 
why i trip so much is it l acid or the shrooms?

or maybe both? 
took a tab and smoked an ounce 
bitch that’s just how i cope
ain’t no V.V.S. no chains 
i’m hanging by a rope 
smoking blunts to ease the pain
bitch yeah that’s all i know 
yeah that’s all i know 
hit the gas and ima go 
to the highway of no hope 
lost my mind to all these thoughts 
i guess that’s just the way it goes 
switching up behind my back  
and i know that i’m on my own 
yeah you stabbed me in the back 
now the king is overthrown 

running from the past 
got me doing laps 
but the visions movin fast 
i ain’t gonna cap, 
i think i took to much of that 
visions getting blurry 
i don’t know where i be at  
yeah you got me fucked up 
i just wanna relax 

did it my own 
used to have some homies but they no longer my bros 
fought off all these demons 
now they goin in for more 
i don’t want no bitches 
but for you girl i adore 

got so much anxiety it’s filling up 
room
ima do it by myself yeah i’ll take that my tomb 
always on my own , tell me what is new 
why i trip so much is it l acid or the shrooms 
x2 

why i scream for help ? 
no one hears me out 
all up in my l brain 
i don’t think that i’ll make it out 
no nothing feels the same 
doing circles round and round 
with all pain and all this misery
i’m drowning in my doubt 

always off the drugs 
doin them since 9th grade 
im still feelin that young 
like i’m stuck inside a time frame 
i’m always feelin stuck 
really down on all my luck 
and i’m wrapped inside of my old ways 
i haven’t had enough

GASSED

SHOOKIE