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lyrics:
Boy you better shut up before you get your bitch fucked
Hoe I'm in houston, I betchu won't pull up
All that I can tell 'em is he better keep a tool tucked
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up
Pussy ass boy, you broke, you a chipmunk
Boy you a bitch, go n strip, get ya bands up
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up
Pussy ass boy, you a joke, get ya bitch fucked
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up

Whole last ten years I been faded
But I still remember what tha fuck my name is
I know that you fucked up or you wouldn't say this
To daddy, I'm known to go make a bitch famous
I don't need to say this, but fuck it, if you wanna post shit on IG
Then I'm gonna make it amazin'
You live at your mama crib, don't even got a whip
That's why you got time to say shit

Boy you better shut up before you get your bitch fucked
Hoe I'm in houston, betchu won't pull up
All that I can tell 'em is he better keep a tool tucked
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up
Pussy ass boy, you broke, you a chipmunk
Boy you a bitch, go n strip, get ya bands up
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up
Pussy ass boy, you a joke, get ya bitch fucked
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up
I'm too rich for ya broke ass, get up

GET UP - Single

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GRAVEYARD ON YOUTUBE: https://youtu.be/e-qNkxF4lq8

COVER BY SHYXNEGAWD

LYRICS:

CRAZY MOTHAFUCKA VOICES IN MY HEAD AND THEY ARE
TELLING ME TO LEAVE A HATER BURIED IN A GRAVEYARD
I CAN'T TRUST A SOUL I KEEP THESE HUMANS ON MY RADAR
LAUGHING WITH AN EVIL GRIN AT THE ONES THAT THINK THEY HARD

CAUSE I KNOW THEY NOT MOTHAFUCKA YOU GON DROP
PULL UP ON A MOTHAFUCKA NOW BLOOD FLOOD HIS BLOCK
BITCH I HOPE THAT YOU CAN BACK UP ALL THAT SHIT YOU TALK
BETTER START RUNNING BECAUSE YOU'RE OUT OF LUCK IF NOT

WHAT THE FUCK IS UP BITCH HEARD YOU'RE TALKING SHIT
PULL THE BLADE LET THE BLOOD DRIP ONTO MY KICKS
WANT THE SMOKE IMA BURN SHIT DOWN JUST LIKE MY CIG
FUCK WITH ME YOU GON FIND OUT THAT I'M TRULY SICK

BITCH YOU DON'T WANT THE SMOKE WITH ME
BITCH I PROMISE YOU THAT YOU DON'T WANT THE SMOKE WITH ME
BITCH BOY JUST REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENS TO BEEF
BITCH I PROMISE YOU THAT YOU DON'T WANT THAT SMOKE WITH ME

CRAZY MOTHAFUCKA VOICES IN MY HEAD AND THEY ARE
TELLING ME TO LEAVE A HATER BURIED IN A GRAVEYARD

GRAVEYARD

GRAVEYARD [PROD. SKYLARALLEN]

[ZOMBIE MAMI]

[VERSE]
flocked out 
motherfuckers only ever talk about the shit they got around or a little bit of clout 
real shit kill shit peeling your dome 
pharaohs crucified in the center of Rome 
chrome 38 strapped chilling up on my lap 
talking bout the click clack Big Mac wig back
everytime time I think about chilling back home I pull the glock out put it straight to my fucking dome

RUBY DA $LOTH X JACO - DROP DEAD

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[PROD. BUDD NUFF]

[BLEAK $A$HIMI]

[VERSE I]
storm of αίμα burn alive 
καιρός looks like I could die 
Νεαρή Πανούκλα κάψιμο past
απόκελεφαλίζοντας όλους μασσές
game is fucked out of luck
bitch I’m fucking running up
double cupped out the truck bitch I’ll get you face fucked 
seeking the fastest way down to the rut 
burning alive Midas inside my touch 
rolling the weed up inside of a dutch
whipping the e30 pulling the clutch
got a problem with these motherfucker claiming that they hot 
when I’m pulling up these fuckers steady duck and fucking drop

[VERSE II]
creeping up and down the street on grey bark with some bloody cleats
the devil said to pay the fee so I took a hoes soul wear it everyday for free 
killing sprees get through to me 
cathartic that’s the way I be 
busta clicking zombie mami tony gripping on that tommy hoe
creeping up and down the street on grey bark with some bloody cleats
the devil said to pay the fee so I took a hoes soul wear it everyday for free 
killing sprees get through to me 
cathartic that’s the way I be 
busta clicking zombie mami tony gripping on that tommy hoe
creeping up and down the street on grey bark with some bloody cleats
the devil said to pay the fee so I took a hoes soul wear it everyday for free 
killing sprees get through to me 
cathartic that’s the way I be 
busta clicking zombie mami tony gripping on that tommy hoe
creeping up and down the street on grey bark with some bloody cleats
the devil said to pay the fee so I took a hoes soul wear it everyday for free 
killing sprees get through to me 
cathartic that’s the way I be 
busta clicking zombie mami tony gripping on that tommy hoe

DECEA$ED (ΚΆΨΙΜΟ)

Music production/vocal engineering by Flowermansion (@flowermansionn)
Lyrics written by Michael Sativa (@mike_sativa)
Artwork by Brandon Montoya (@loyalwantsmoney
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DEFICIT (Prod. Flowermansion)

Prod. By Yung Vro
Mixed n Mastered by Kyo

LYRICS 

Picking flies up in the room 
You know that the fuck it’s me 
Witches on their brooms 
Out my tomb when I go to sleep 
Picking eyes out of troops
Of the Armageddon 
Y’all forgotten I use my magic openly 
Light a match grip the keys 
Rove the streets 
Ghost with me 
Holding teeth of the weak 
I’m sick I’m the creep 
The drip of the sink 
Silence of the creaks 
Violence from some beasts 

Summon something from nothing 
Crushing stuffing blunts up 
Huffing puffing til the sun up 
Fronting bluffing with your gun up 
Say your gunnin 
Til your running 
Im the spider coming 

From behind 
Don’t look back 
Thought of the mind 
Turn you soot black 
Let my foot snap 
What’s left 
I delay my death 

What’s left
I delay my death
Yet I hate every breathe 
All the pain I digest 
The hole on the my chest 
I am mold I’m the cesc 
Rain folds to the same flow 
They know all the rest 

Picking flies up in the room 
You know that the fuck it’s me 
Witches on their brooms 
Out my tomb when I go to sleep 
Picking eyes out of troops
Of the Armageddon 
Y’all forgotten I use my magic openly 
Light a match grip the keys 
Rove the streets 
Ghost with me 
Holding teeth of the weak 
I’m sick I’m the creep 
The drip of the sink 
Silence of the creaks 
Violence from some beasts 

Violins playing while my blood rot 
Let my eyes gather into blood clots 
Violins playing til the sun pop
Let my eyes rest before the sun stop

Goodnight (Prod. ROVER)

Skizo-Shiva

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