Name: SANDWICH (prod. Sapfir) by SHOOKIECORE
Duration: 2 min 13 s
Description: (prod. Sapfir)

ORIGIN’S (prod. PANDEMXNIUM)

(prod. Saint Urya)



Lyrics: 

Hopping on the beat
And I’m feeling just like a asshole

I’m smoking on my blunt
While I’m taking over the castle

Don’t enjoy my time
Cause my life has just been a hassle 

I don’t like to talk cause
I tend to go off and babble  



You are not a flexer for saying 
You got a bad bitch

Plus if you come ask me
I’m saying she’s pretty average

Your a disappointment 
You’ll never be living lavish

Saying I’m to hard 
Cause I’m coming in like a savage 



Don’t care if I’m nasty
For smoke a black and mild

Shitting on the beat
And I’m shoving it in your pie hole

You a fucking goober 
Like monkeys up in the wild

Shooting up a pussy
For acting just like a child



Gripping on my missile
Like NASA I’m bouta blast off

You don’t get no bitches
Resisting the urge to Jack off

Wanna talk some shit
So I’m telling the pussy back off

Hit another lick just
Remember don’t take you mask off 



Telling me to quit
I reply by just saying fuck that

Imma keep on smoking
Don’t care if I turn my lungs black

Bitches taking selfie’s
You ugly so stick your tongue back

Rebelling with my hatchet
Lil Shookie been screaming fuck that



Rebelling with my hatchet
Lil Shookie been screaming fuck that

Imma cut you up 
Hang the pussy up by a thumb tac

If you wanna go then
Lil Shookie can get your skull crack

Brag about your bands
So I took it, I’m taking all that



Hopping on the beat
And I’m feeling just like an asshole

I’m smoking on my blunt
While I’m taking over the castle

Don’t enjoy my time
Cause my life has just been a hassle 

I don’t like to talk cause
I tend to go off and babble  



You are not a flexer for saying 
You got a bad bitch

Plus if you come ask me
I’m saying she pretty average

Your a disappointment 
You’ll never be living lavish

Saying I’m to hard 
Cause I’m coming in like a savage

ASSHOLE (prod. Saint Urya)

SANDWICH (prod. Sapfir)

this is a song 
GXTH LYRICS:
BITCH I'M HIGH ON THIS SHIT
DO YOU WANNA TAKE A HIT
HOLD UP WAIT I GOTTA SPIT
BITCH I PULL UP WITH THE 90
7 SHOTS THROUGH YA BODY
BITCH YOU SAY YOU MAKIN MONEY
BUT ALL YO SHIRTS STILL BE MUDDY 
BITCH I'M HIGH ON SHROOMS 
HIGHER THAN A HOT AIR BALLOON 
BITCH I POP SHOTS THROUGH THE ROOF
BITCH IM BLOWIN UP THE MOON
THEN I EMPTY MY CLIP 
I MAKE YO BITCH SUCK MY DICK
INJECT SOME SHIT INTO HER CLIT 
BITCH YOU BETTER SAVE THAT CLIP THAT 
STOP TALKING SHIT BEFORE I FUCKING HIT BACK 
BREAK HER HIPS WITH A BLOODY BAT
PAINT HER LIPS WITH THE BLOOD FROM MY GAT 
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SEMTEXXX LYRICS:
I don’t know how I can even start
Everybody talking shit I swear to god they played there part 
If you try to come at me I promise you won’t make a mark 
I can’t stay up in the light I only stay up in the dark

I can’t focus
Everybody choking
mind if fucking broken 
Bitch I’m living hopeless 

Bitch you cannot talk I make it cold just like it’s 7 degrees 
and all these kicks up at your face like I got 70 knees
And I don’t give a mother fuck about your mothafuckin needs
and I be smoking so damn much until like I cannot breathe
And if you wanna fucking feature imma need me a fee 
And all you bitches fucking broke go sell some pics of your feet
and like we can get to kicking stop your head with my cleats
And I cannot go outside I haven’t had enough tree

I cannot think all you fuckers are bitch made
Run down the street you get slashed with my switch blade
fuck to my self I don’t stop til I get paid
Drugs in my system I can’t feel my membrane

MURDER AND DRUGS (FT:SEMTEXXX)(PROD:EMOWHIP)

FRUIT PUNCH (PROD. MARADARA)

cover art is by HALLXWEEN

beans

lyrics:

DIGGING IN YOUR SKULL I’M TRYNA FIND MYSELF SOME GOLD
DON’T TRY TO TELL ME HOW TO DO THINGS WHEN YOU’RE VERY UNKNOWN
TALKING BAD ON MY NAME BOUT TO STEP OFF OF MY THRONE
THESE THOUGHTS INSIDE OF MY HEAD YEAH THEY WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE

BRING IT ON YAT I GOT AN AK IN MY BACKPACK
BOUTTA MAKE A STACK OF YOUR ORGANS I GOT AN ORDER I MIGHT SELL THAT
WHY YOU TRY STEP IF YOU KNOW YOU’RE GONNA BACKTRACK I GOT A BAD BITCH YOU KNOW THAT I SLAP THAT
I GOT A CHOPPA YOU KNOW THAT SHIT GOT A DRAW BACK
SLIDING ROUND WE DOING DRIFTS IN A HATCHBACK

wind down the windows they can see us now they gon fall back
take out the weapons when I signal the attack
cut his bones back with an axe call me a lumberjack
they won’t ever find his body like a needle in a haystack

blow his head off like dynamite
if you’re gonna kill em then do it right
hold his head up he can see the light
i don’t fuck with you so go slit your wrists with a butter knife
TELL ME WHAT IT’S LIKE IN THE AFTERLIFE
IF YOU’RE GONNA DIE THEN YOU DO IT RIGHT
I TOLD YOU ALREADY GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY MIND
I TOLD YOU ALREADY GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE

BRING IT ON YAT I GOT AN AK IN MY BACKPACK
BOUTTA MAKE A STACK OF YOUR ORGANS I GOT AN ORDER I MIGHT SELL THAT
WHY YOU TRY STEP IF YOU KNOW YOU’RE GONNA BACKTRACK I GOT A BAD BITCH YOU KNOW THAT I SLAP THAT
I GOT A CHOPPA YOU KNOW THAT SHIT GOT A DRAW BACK
SLIDING ROUND WE DOING DRIFTS IN A HATCHBACK

BACKTRACK (PROD. KILLKARBINE)

(prod. fonywallace + wydsonni)

Lyrics: 
Screaming to loud
Now my voice is too raspy

Having some fun
But I’m not even happy

Writing my hook
But it’s not even catchy 

Rolling my gas
But the blunt is to gassy



Give me some gas
Only burning the cookie

Wish you could burn down
A blunt with lil Shookie

Don’t need a clique
I can’t hang with no pussy

Don’t wanna work
Cause you rap like a rookie 



Don’t wanna walk 
Rather ride on my skateboard

Playing my music
To piss off the neighbor

Hearing the beat
Then I save it and record

Killing this shit
I don’t need any reward



I wanna skrt off
And fly like a dart

My bullet be flying
Get hit in your heart 

I’m not an artist 
Don’t hit me for art

I’m dropping these songs
Till I’m breaking the charts



I feel alone
I don’t need any friends

I want some 20s
Don’t need any 10s

I need some money
To cop me a Benz

I think it’s funny
I’m setting these trends



I think it’s funny
I act like a dummy

I grip on a drummy
Get shot in your tummy

I think it’s funny
You wanna be buddy

My clothes are all bloody
While stacking my money



Shoutout to shookie
For hitting three hundred

Hop on the wave
Now the city is flooded

I heard you say that
You don’t need employment 

All of your money
Is government funded



Why are you hiding
You know that I’m coming

Know that I’m coming
I know that you running

Running through life
But not getting enjoyment 

I’m taking my time
Like why are you rushing 



The bass in your speaker
By sonni and fony 

Walk out my castle
And hop on my pony 

Walk in the studio
Nobody know me

Staying in solitude 
All by my lonely



Losing my trust
Got a knife in my back

Stealing my money
I’m missing a rack

Bullets too pricey
Cant load up my Mac

Not even worried
I’m staying on track



Not even worried
I’m getting my guap

You is a pimple
I think you gon pop

Eating my lobster
You slurping on slop

Banging the speakers
I don’t wanna stop



Fly with the birds
And they all gonna chirp 

Grab me a backwood
And fill it with purp

Downing my bottle
And I let out a burp 

Not rocking with me
Cause I act like a jerk 



Screaming to loud
Now my voice is too scratchy

Having some fun
But I’m not even happy

Writing my hook
But it’s not even catchy 

Rolling my gas
But the blunt is to gassy



Give me some gas
Only burning the cookie

Wish you could burn down
A blunt with lil Shookie

Don’t need a clique
I can’t hang with no pussy

Don’t wanna work
Cause you rap like a rookie

SANDWICH (prod. Sapfir)

SHOOKIECORE

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Zevi

KiLL ASHTON

Lil bass boost

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