ima 6e real, i made this shit in like 3 hours
so if i wan 6e serious i can 6e jus det.

Deal [OLD]

where am i

LYRICS:
Opp snitch to the fed
He had to pay. Lead. (Mm)
fuck what ya nigga said
I made em sleep. bed. (Mm)
bust in that nigga house
Dese nigga quiet. Mouse (mm)
Woke up fuck yo spouse
Det pussy wet. Douse. (Mm)

The opps aint seen us. Ghost.
Fuck nigga sent like post
I fye on yo block and it roast and
I never seen niggas that boast
And niggas be cooked like a toast
Fuck nigga swiping on gram and the snap
When I be gunnin I’m making it clap
If they go searchin you off of the map
Quit looking mad cuz I know u is cap

What is wrong
I’m fucking gone
Bitch that ain’t no mid
My vision long
Built like King Kong
Bitch I’m fucking sick
Of all the songs
That sound the same
Nigga you fucking lame
I fucking came
Right on yo bitch
She ain’t no snitch

I see it on his face
He feeling it now like my mama waist
Dumb fuck nigga beat no case
That’s why he locked up he ain’t killed no face

He still be throwing set
How he killer if he got no texh
Okay like what the bet
Ain’t throwin shit in if u can’t match det

Okay like what’s a case
She may be older but she know my taste
And then I do the dash
I sell on the street, get my bread, and laugh

But then like what’s the catch
U stealing from me then you gon regret
Fuck nigga so upset
I shorted him and then I’m just like ‘next’

I shoot em like a net
And niggas wanna test the fucking best
I need anotha check
To fill up my cash
-split it with my set

The bodies droppin quick
I ain’t talkin bout bitches but niggas cliques
Ain’t neva did no shit
I see in yo face, yous a little snitch

Demon Freestyle (Prod. Don Camilllo) [OLD]

Lyrics
(x2) See a broke bitch hit his ass wit a check
You makin det drama but I like baguettes 
and If you is fakin then I won’t forget 
Dese nigga thinkin like dey got a tech
Woke up, nigga had to go smoke again
Finna blow up like a nigga in Pakistan
Wanna fight? Nigga shut up and tell me when
Blackin’ out, when I hit my adrenaline
Ain’t nobody really smokin that fuckin zen
Free my gs, all my niggas be in the pen
‘Nother bitch, fuck you mean ion need again
Spin the block, like the bitch was a ceiling fan
Pop a nigga good like he was a soda can
Nigga runnin from the ghosts like a Pac-Man 
You is the guest and I am he host
Bullets burnin, like the bitch was sun tan
plot on me, nigga go get another plan
Common sense, but I know you don’t give a damn
Money longer than a mufuckin wingspan
Get in line like the niggas in caravan
Bitch you lying cause I know u don’t got man
Keep it tucked, nigga die where he fuckin stand
I need a perc to go to the sky
Where goofies go when my niggas be runnin em
get a gun, shoot it once and it tunnel him
Throw yo ass, then I watch you go fuckin swim
All of my niggas be gettin the cake, but not enough to make a nigga not fuckin slim
Pass out, when a nigga go in the inn 
Hate on me, you a fan and you get a pen
Gotta check - on the foos every now and then
Knock em out, so a nigga can understand 
Never see me, cause my nigga I am the man
Get so mad, why you nigga be throwin sand
say what I say and I do what I want
Nigga dashin like he was the runnin man
(x2) See a broke bitch hit his ass wit a check
You makin det drama but I like baguettes 
and If you is fakin then I won’t forget 
Dese nigga thinkin like dey got a tech
Nigga dashin like he was the runnin man
You think you funny man
You is a loser but you think you Stunna man
I got my mask to rob-
I’m cunnin man
Ain’t no mo niggas that you can go tellin man
pullin to you but yo nigga be mellow man
Dese nigga straight talk 
Tele-man
Dese nigga postin bout me like I’m Spider-Man
High as shit, feelin dumb like I’m taliban *woo
I got my Choppa to *shoot
Opp- nigga think he safe but he aint got a *clue
Poppin out, out of the *blue
Shoot a 1 but det nigga will run to his crew
I got the muhfuckin tool
Never a seen a nigga bitch like the man was a fool

Prince

Prod. 6y me
hit up my homie sc fr https://soundcloud.com/hbdeno

Xrazy ft. HBDeno

Trappin not Rappin (Prod. Silent)

I need the money so aim fo the lip
What the fuck is yo problem 
you ain’t takin a tip
You taking yo hoe out the house like a pimp 
My crip niggas leavin yo ass wit a limp
Ain’t talkin no money dunno what you meant 
I got a new pack so take what you pick
I’m checkin yo pockets like it was likk 
Fuck nigga stand wit you he in the mix

-Tell how to kill and they callin me sick
And Dese niggas wan try me so I get the stick
Jus like the mf wall 
I was movin them bricks
- Det nigga bleedin so get him the kit
I got set up before
I ain’t trustin a bitch
- You caught a body
I ask em like which
And Dese nigga cap 
get put on like a mitt
You * can’t hit a likk if you wearin yo fit 

Gotta go det money
Ain’t talkin no niggas
Cuz niggas think shit be funny
Ain’t slime but nose be runny
- Had catch a body cuz niggas think I won’t run it 
Take yo head and I mf punt it 
Niggas be hatin 
Livin the life det you rap cuz I done it
And yo bruddas ain’t comin
Had to go pick up the cash and niggas be thinkin I’m duckin 

Ain’t talkin feels
I’m feelin cold 
He got the deals
For the low
The bitch was like a bundle
Got the weed and the pole
I’m servin fiens
They want some mo
I pop a bean den I float 
Jus like yo homie pass and smoke
They hit the floor we hit the door

I need the money so aim fo the lip
What the fuck is yo problem 
you ain’t takin a tip
You taking yo hoe out the house like a pimp 
My crip niggas leavin yo ass wit a limp
Ain’t talkin no money dunno what you meant 
I got a new pack so take what you pick
I’m checkin yo pockets like it was likk 
And nigga stand wit you he caught in the mi

Ruthless Freestyle

No Trace Prod. Silent

Pumpkin (Prod. Silent)

How it bang (prod. Baker yung x Hidef)
Muhfucka know det I’m ready 
In the cut, wit the sauce like da bih wuh spaghetti 
Ima go pop on the niggas I’m throwin confetti
Keepin det shii on the hush cuz u fed and u petty
Nigga I needa likk what the fuck is so wrong
Im chasing da rat Nd they callin me tom 
Ain’t talkin no pop I’m talkin a bang
Aim at mf his head so he feelin the pain
cuzzo finna be slidin and he take what he gain 
I Ain’t talkin no opps cuz all of em lame

Do do do bah! 
dats how it bang

Niggas be lookin at me I’m insane in the crane
I gotta keep on the low ain’t goin to “J”
Y’all niggas stackin yo beef on the snap like it’s spades 
I know a nigga det only be trappin fo fame
I be lovin the mac hit a opp at a range

He got a problem he gone. Dr strange
Kickin these niggas til they call me fuckin lu kang 
I got a killa Nd he wanna buss someone brain
We got the pistols Nd we got the fit wit the stains
And I’m talkin all black never see him again
Why he shootin right now cuz det wasn’t the plan
And his body gon drop, pick up and we ran 
He ain’t makin the news he get cleared like a scan
Can’t be textin no niggas cuh Dese nigga spam
And det oppa a goofy I don’t give a damn

Doo doo doo bow. 
Shoot when you can

Don’t be staring at me when I say kill det man
Saw a hunnid round drum and it built like a can
Try to run up on me and you gettin the wham
And I got a new strap and the bih from Thailand 
And y’all niggas be testin i go super saiyan 
You say gettin the brick but you sell by the gram
I be slumping yo ass and you built like a tramp
He be texting me right on my line like a fan
If he testin me you gettin hit dirty dan
And he claim to be selling but where was the dram
He finessin yo ass like a mf scam
And he tucking da gat and it spit wit the flam
And det fuck nigga froze, he look like a lamp
He be talkin so loud so I buss up da amp
He be beefin wit me cuz I do what he can’t 

Brrr. gow!
He cappin dat opp

Cuzzo makin det bread wit da crack in his sock
If he mess wit my bruddas den he gettin rocked
If he mess wit my cuttas jus know dey will pop
Ain’t inviting no bitch det go tellin the cops
Cuzzo took off his head now dey beggin him stop
If he act like a snitch he get used like a mop
Dey be tellin on trappas get paid fo alot 
How you snitch on yo bro fo a guy wit a badge
And He told on his crew now he goin out sad 
Keep my name out yo mouf cuz I know u a fag
How you focus on posts not a mf bag?
And He gossip bout me cuz he know he be mad
He ain’t reppin no mo cuz he droppin his flag
Gone

How it Bang

Go (prod. Glumboy)

Stranger Freestyle

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