(Prod. https://soundcloud.com/axxturel ) 

Mixed by: https://soundcloud.com/iluvalucify


Lyrics:
I ain’t chasing no hoe i’m just chasing the sack
Talk down get turned to pack 
Claiming he bout it yeah I know he not everyday I be totin them glocks
Say he with me but I know that they plot 
I was down bad all I had was my thoughts 
Now they want me dead cause i’m at the top 
Never open my mouth to a cop 
Knew bro for a couple years never knew he would’ve turned to a opp
Stop talking on the phone just send the drop 
Staying silent learned it from the block
Couldn’t sleep without hearing them shots 
I’m my brothers keeper yeah I keep it locked 

Out on the block with the shits 
Hear him talking down my name so I go for his bitch 
I can not fuck with no snitch 
Tryna catch me lackin so I gotta keep me the glick 
Cause I ain’t tryna get hit 
Yeah always keep the .45

We come to his block and then he do the track 
Couple k’s I need more than that 
Always on look for a fucking opp 
I ain’t tryna get back in the trap 
Cause then I got people who want me head 
They want me dead so I watch my back 
Fuck the fame I want bred instead 
Always keep the gun on my lap 
Run solo don’t be with a pack 
I’m just worried bout my fuckin stacks 
Off the grid staying off the map 
Chasin money yeah never stop 
Makin sure that the bands fat 
Never leave the house without the glock 
Don’t claim you gang cause I know you ain’t 
Smoking spliff don’t forget the drank 
Exotic Skunk yeah that shit stank 
Too much drugs that shit made me faint

Evil Fr33$tyle (Prod. Axxturel)

(Prod. https://soundcloud.com/yungdazel ) 

Mixed by: https://soundcloud.com/iluvalucify


Lyrics:

.223 keep that shit on my hip just in case someone wanna talk shit 
Know that he ain’t bout it yea he a bitch 
See a opp down the strip he get hit 
Omerta the code i’ll never tip 
Out on the block keep my hand on my hip 
Money first yeah fuck the tricks 
See he got money we make him the lick 
Hollowtips make his body flip 
On the block make sure I got the stick 
Police question me don’t open my lips 
See the feds coming then we throw the drugs in a ditch 
Scared for my life so I keep me a stick 
Try to rob me then I empty the clip 
Smoking that spliff and that lean yea I sip 
Fuck a automatic we got a switch 

I remember back then they ain’t want me do shit 
Now I ain’t stopping till I got a mil 
12 on our ass so we gotta dip 
passing out from taking them pills 

Out on the block with the motherfucking stick 
I was down bad that I had to sell bricks 
Always keep that dawg on my motherfucking hip 
See a opp approaching keep my hands on the grip 
Why the fuck is bro talkin that shit he couldn’t close his mouth so we showed the blick 
Want me dead so I keep the glock while I’m walking down the motherfucking strip 
Worse fear is getting caught lacked see a opp show his ass the hollow tips

You ain’t bout it you a clown 
Omerta can’t make a sound
Everyday i’m smoking out the pound 
They want my ass 6 feet in the ground 
I was shootin blicks on the block you was just shooting shit in tomato town 
In the cash I fuckin drown 
Rob him in the dark wait for the sundown 
Opps deep gotta stand my ground 
On the block that where i’m found 
There ain’t no day I ain’t smoking on no loud 
With opps I won’t be forgiving 
Free all the bros from the motherfucking system 
Can’t trust a soul the way that i’m living 
Can never be down gotta stay on my pivot

Hølløwt!p$ (Prod. Yung Dazel)

Mixed by: https://soundcloud.com/iluvalucify


Lyrics:

I cannot be in packs 
Cause I know that they tryna plot behind my back 
Active in block yeah can’t be a slack 
Hotbox in the phantom that shit painted black 
Always move in silence yeah they can’t know my tracks 
Downbad for a brick gotta make a comeback 
Gotta get all the money so I can get out the trap 
I know they want my head so I gotta keep a glock 
Staying silent yeah that’s what I was told 
Since a youngin I learn not to motherfucking fold 
Seen a lot pain so now my heart cold 
Under pressure there was never a time that I sold 
See a opp talking down we gon found where his door 
Won’t leave his ass hurt gotta see him on the floor 
I already got a lot of stacks but ima need more 
He turned his back on me so I gotta take his hoe 

Toting on the glick why the fuck you claiming that you gang but I know that you bitch 
If I hear him talk down then his ass gone get hit 
With the smith and Wesson that I keep on my fucking hip
I already know you aint gang yea you don’t look fit 
See him on the block warn bro to take a trip 
Catch him lacking then we gone make his body flip
Grab his money and we see 12 then we leave quick
There aint ever a day I leave the house without the glick
Gotta keep it for a bum
Don’t try play with me cause I aint the fucking one 
You worried where yo bitch I’m worried where my gun 
Heard him talking down his location is where we spun
Show the opp I got a Glock on my hip make him run 
Told lil bro yea you got to go get you some
Show my peoples that I motherfucking won 
Make sure a opp dead I don’t want his stunned 

Smoking good pressure everyday 
Claiming that you bout it but I know that you a lame 
Catch an opp down the strip then his ass gon get get sprayed 
Why the fuck is lil bro tucking on his chain 
Hear him talking down we gon make his ass pay 
I just want the stacks fuck the motherfucking fame 
Talking on the net we gon turn him to a stain 
Catch an opp we gon show his ass more then pain 
A1 by my side then I learned that things changed 
Gotta look all my ways yeah I cannot fuck with no lame
She said she wanna leave me but she wasn’t even the fucking main
Money is the only thing that i’m tryna fucking gain
Always stay silent I ain’t ever gonna put no blame 
Get a lot of stacks yeah that’s the only fucking way 
They want me dead so I can’t treat this shit like a game 
End of the day and I’m smoking on a fucking jay
Big fat wood put the end of it on fucking flames
Smoking on his pack if he talking on my fucking name 
Tried to save bro since then never been the same 
Then I made the opp motherfucking pay

Opp A$$4$$1n

(Prod. https://soundcloud.com/smcukers )

(Mixed by: https://soundcloud.com/iluvalucify )

Lyrics:

They want me dead so I got to keep the fucking gun
They sent the drop so we pulled up to that shit but there was fucking none 
Knew that they was trying to plot but number in shooters we won 
The bitch texted me that they was lacking so we had to spun 
Why is the most people that I know their bodies they be more than one
Mags ain’t enough fucking bullets gotta keep a drum 
Why is catching all the opps to me considered fun 
Make sure they surrounded make sure they can’t fucking run 
At a young age body count already more than one 
Because it was a demon when I first got my fucking gun
Make sure I ain’t lacking on the strip
Every day just trying to get bread and fucking flip it
I ain’t ever gonna stop until the run up on the mil 
Hear him talking down plot on the drop then we kill 
Make quick bread from an opp ima fucking steal 
They took many of my peoples and I’m still trying to heal 

Downbad had to make a plan to get motherfucking rich 
Ain’t no Fucking Way unless I get out the mix 
but I still ain’t fucking done showing opps the fucking blicks 
Scared of my life when I ain’t toting on the fucking glock 
Talk down on my name then his ass gon get fuckin hit 
His opps friend had a preview of the fucking hollowtips  
if he still running round’ the streets then he gotta fucking killed
Can’t ever leave the trap till I’m done with the fucking drills 

Worried with my peoples cause I don’t know if they gon keep it real
Don’t know if they gon turn on me when I hit a fucking mil 
Opps want me dead in the ground 6 feet deep so I gotta keep steel
If I don’t keep it on me then I know I might get killed
You claim by it but you not 
Only fucking goal is seeing RIP next to the name of the opps 
Always fatal because I’m aiming for the top
I can never be outside without the motherfucking glock
His Bitch told me the location so we pulled up to the drop
Made fucking sure that I didn’t leave fucking nothing 
Chase him down with the killers don’t care if they run 
Ima make it to the top I know that I’m the fucking one 
Mag ain’t enough bullets gotta keep a fucking drum  
They think I’ve never held a glock but bodies I got a ton 
All the opps on the list I won’t leave a fucking one

Jesus Piece (Deluxe Version)

The Opp$ Li$t (Prod. smcukers)

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