2 turnt up shoutout swamp wrld #reallife

(lyrics)

bitch i’m in the cut wit a bad ass slut
too turnt up offa molly n a dutch 
off drugs gimme pussy 
yea she always come clutch 
geek so much 
bars deep in my gut 
deep in her guts
hoe hop on my nuts 
i been such a clutz 
girl spill it from the front 
ghost in my cup 
shawty ask what’s up
i been coolin in the cut 
skateboard smoke a blunt 
shawty squirt on ma mf bb belt 
all my brodie’s keep fetty 
we been high as hell 
girl look into my corneas u can tell
bitch you know we california cast spells 
take shrooms in the trees n im born again 
i been smokin in my room 
cus i’m bored of friends 
i don’t fw thes people 
on sum weird shit 
i been 2 based up wit no fear bitch 

i don’t fear nobody 
i don’t fear death 
live strong w my shawty 
smokin on strong 
clouds all around my body 
drugs in the maserati 
got blunts of gelati 

you know life is the party
i been mixin e wit the coke
sniff smarties 
boutta overdose again 
but i’m still whole hearty 
all the fetty got me ready
and i’m feelin like carti

california magic (p. nicksayso)

high all the time (p. cr1tter)

[$ANCTUARY]
GOD DAMN SHOUT OUT SK3TCH SHOUT OUT 
MY BLOOD BROTHAS OHH AHHH OH

GOT CHAINED UP HOES YEAH WE SMOKN HEAVEN DOPE
WE DONT CARE LIKE WHERE WE GO SHAWTY TAKE ME
ON HOME, GOT CHAINED UP HOES AND YEAH SMOKN 
HEAVEN DOPE [YEAH WE FUCKN WIT THE HOES X2]

DONT BE AFRAID IMA HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS
AND IF WE CHAINED UP LIKE MONSTERS ITS OKAY
CAUSE I FEEL YOUR PAIN DONT BE AFRAIDDD
WE CAN GO AWAYYY TO THE RED BOTTOM SKY

WE CAN FLY AWAY SHAWTY YOUR MY BAE
IDC LIKE WHY OMFG WHY IMA GET SO HIGH
SHAWTY WE CAN FLY WE COULD BURN BRIGHT

WE CAN BURN ALRIGHTT

IMA SPARE AH MEDIC STUCK IN FRIDAY 13TH IDC 
LIKE WHY FEEL LIKE MARLON BRANDO I DONT 
REALLY CARE TAKE ME UP WHERE 
IMA TAKE YOU UP TO THE SKY BEWARE

[SK3TCH]
shawty imma drug addict
i got yellow white magic 
in my pockets now i’m tweaking 
angel wings on me back nd 
forth shawty twerk it on me 
drugged out ratchet zombie 
wit my klique ritalin and xans 
dead i ain’t scrawny 
i ain’t human mixin all these fuckin 
drugs up on dis dick she sucking 
every time i’m offa dozen 
pills they took me now i’m stuck n 
2023
sketch sanctuary 
posted up 
drugged out 
still realest 
keep 1 hunnid 
liquor cup 
smell strong 
cookin dope 
in the kitchen 
everybody gone long 
u can’t blame me 
no i’m jus a kid 
joints blunts bongs 
that’s jus what i like
if u hate me move tf on
fuckin wit my brodie 
leave a blade cut yo lung gone 
southern cali 2009 drunk on the lawn 
sippin dirty sprite i got skittles kush till it’s dawn 
plug pull up the valley puffin pressure like my brodie grimm 
smoking fat it ain’t slim
yung cursed angel sins

$ANCTUARY & SK3TCH - SPACED OUT ISOLATION PROD MIKE

(lyrics)

feel like witchboy 
chain smoke 
camel crush 
vodka in my 711 slush 
hunnid songs in a month 
like im in a rush 
give her dick and a coke line
make her blush 
me nd her 
smoke 10 bowls in a row 
miss her
used 2 give me the best dome
weird ass motherfuckers 
hit my cell phone 
on the internet 
actin like some damn hoes 
features nd the beats 
imma count dough 
spend on a chain
and a zip of the dro 
i don’t need no friends 
shynin alone 
cept my klique 
yk that we finna glow 
jordan’s on my feet 
imma step round da damn block
feel lucky 
smokin bright green shamrocks 
actin like a fan now 
i know that yo man’s talk 
on me nd the gang 
so i keep a 40 glock 
shorty want cock 
but i’m cookin up a track 
walkin my dog 
while i go pick up a pack
i got 2 bottles 
i b in the back 
crossed out my mind
pocket full of green stacks  
coked up imma call up 
the homies
half of the scene 
is some motherfuckin phonies 
give her 2 pills
now she wanna dome me
got lemonade 
2 lines of the codiene

camel crush shynin (p. mishicrow)

(p. kaaayayayai)

(lyrics)

man life really be fuckin up sometimes
but 
im like 
goddamn im so blessed to be here tho
like 
this is a beautiful chance 
that im able to be here 
and share my message

im always puttin luv into this shit bruh
forever

turn the lites down 
nostril bleeding 
got a lil in my pocket
4 da weekend
can you remind me 
if your heart still beating
put my love in a cell
4 no reason 
everytime you on my phone 
why you fiending 
no we can’t both 
go off the deep end 
don’t act 
like it never had a meaning 
that look up in your eyes 
you thought i ain’t seen it 

and her body like her eyes 
got me mesmerized 
i been smokin all da pain
now it’s 4 at night 
they dunno why 
i always got a cut a line 
i been focusing on staying
on the fuckin grind 

i been sniffin hocus pocus 
i been missin her 
i was broke 
she would split da ounce 
out of her purse 
now i’m wanderin alone 
i know it’s a curse 
and i hope 
u hear the truth in my fuckin verse

(lacedgod)

i aint trippin
my woadee giftedt
iym rly off it
my presckription
its in myh skripture
lordthiene fatheire
follo de vision
& fuk de system
"
my hart continue beatingk
for myh pillars & my brodthiene
konstrukted by divinity but crakkelingk
lyke deep within
my antlaryy is raised besyde my faace iys made of porcelaine
my fragyle marble teeth & myh designer
match de offeringk
"
i aint trippin
my woadee giftedt
iym rly off it
my presckription
its in myh skripture
lordthiene fatheire
follo de vision
& fuk de system

heart still beating (w/ lacedgod)

MONEY TEAM (feat. WITCHGOD)

Shoutout to YxngHydra
Lyrics//

Seen you with your clique
Sparking up on some pine
Blunt packed with that Indo 
I bet your mind never fade like mine
Ride around in that Vick
Lost track of my time
Blunt packed with that indo
I bet your mind never fade like mine
Never fade like-

Pull up on her quick in a hummer and get blown
I Walk thru walls ain’t gotta sneak thru the window 
Disappear one night
Reappear when the wind blows
Im strapped with the scythe man
Its dipped in Gemstones

Hate myself i Found a way to forget it 
Fuck the world told my bitch I’m finished
Revenant, boy you trippin 
I Know, You right  
Ill Let the thoughts diminish

Fable 1 
Im like jack of blades
Im Wreaking havoc
Im digging graves
I pick a name
I Click clack and aim
It’s too much traffic in this music thang
ima let em all have it 
Til the real remain 
Then ima dip back to where the church bells rang
Alternative Mack
With the ghetto slang 
Studded belts, rings,
Grills, and chains

Got me fucked up 
Phone rings i hang up
Disconnect the line
Mane fuck a break up
I don’t have the time
If we ain’t gone make up
Hustle over crying
If its over don’t say none

high all the time (p. cr1tter)

sk3tch

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