Demon Time [prod.$ithLord]

I’m out my mind 
I don’t feel no pain 
I’m off these drugs 
Bitch I’m not insane 
Y’all sell yo soul 
For some petty fame 
I ain’t rocking with these fuckas 
Shift a different space 

Heard these mfs talking on the kid 
Yuh fuck what you claim 
Get the fuck out my face 
Yung magician 
Spread my magic like a plague 
Ima torture ya soul 
Engulfed in eternal flames 

I be fucked up 
I talk my shit 
I poor up drank 
I fucked yo bitch 
I sip my sip 
Make the glocky
Split yo wig 
Ima mf god 
That’s why $ith so sick 

777 blunts to the face 
Limp when I walk 
Keep a 9. on my waist 
Never hesitate 
Spilling blood 
This yo dismay 
Rolling up that sticky icky 
Ima ash on yo grave 

Bitch shut the fuck up 
I ain’t tryna hear that 
How these fuckas 
Fake it man that shit sad
Fuck yo fendi 
Fuck a gucci bag 
Y’all look wack 
Bunch of clones 
Coming from a lab 

Meditating just so I can reach a higher level 
We all god manifested 
Nah I’ll never settle 
For a simple life 
Mothafucka I am complex 
Everybody moving the same and 
Bitch I’m not impressed 

A $ITHGANG PRODUCTION

Demon Time

WACO by BODAH REVY (PROD. NEKK) [WILL BE ON ALL PLATFORMS SOON]
LYRICS:
I be the one, lil bitch i got that strip up on my tongue
Im on a run, you can hit it but you gotta ride along
Im bout to Buss, on these bitches REVY itching for the tone
You feel the rush, when you hit it bitch i'm banging like a drum x2

I got Gold, I got Silver, Give a fuck about my liver
Got the plug I hit him up, Bitch I get my dope delivered
you can roll through, so smooth bitch I never miss
Shawty sicker than a mothafucka buck and then I hit her
We get down like this and then we stay cold, stay cold
Iced up wrist with the Faygo, Faygo
Sliced up drip when I lay low, Say so
Bitch I stand my ground like its WACO, bang hoe

"Ha, this is where I fall out bitch, Trple Oh, REVY gang, fuck you mean, 
Midwest Deathwish, UGH, DISGUSTING! "

I be the one, lil bitch i got that strip up on my tongue
Im on a run, you can hit it but you gotta ride along
Im bout to Buss, on these bitches REVY itching for the tone
You feel the rush, when you hit it bitch i'm banging like a drum x2

WACO (PROD. NEKK)

PRODUCED BY @HOTWHEELZ666
MIXED/MASTERED/ENGINEERED BY @TUMAGGZ

you was in the wrong place at the wrong time
pull up widda long blade to ur jawline
bitch i had a long day and i want mine
run up in the hallway makin chalk lines (2x)

I don't got time for a middle man
I been outside for a minute damn
Think I won't slide for my dividends?
Bitch you might die better think again
You was in the wrong place at the wrong time
Mothafucka issa long blade to ya jawline
Finna cut em widdit long day and I want mine
Imma run up in the hallway makin' chalk lines
Lil bitch my
Blade is bloody and my jeans & hoodie both are black
Ain't it funny how I took his soul then sold it back
Savin' money aint' too easy when you broke & lackin'
Motivation hope & pray one day that you gon' hold a bag

Idgaf hoe, so what hoe
Hit the fucking market for the wrap to get the blunt rolled
Love it when the blood flow, get cut low
Pussy mothafucka we gon' pull up when the sun go 
Down lil bitch hellhound be the clique
Put a motherfucker in the ground when I dig that grave
Ion give a fuck whatcha bitchass say
Feel like my life is a film in a cinema
Don't know for sure but I still wanna hit em up
I gotta shooter that kill for the minimum
Look at me wondering what's gotten into em
That's right, I caught a body just last night
Sparking my blunt and I catch flight
Bitch I was high in my past life

Wrong Place At The Wrong Time (Prod. Hotwheelz)

do you feel it yet (Prod. MONTERO)

picking up a sickness 
got an illness in my brain
sick of all these bitches
that be leading me astray 
flicking through these pictures 
of your bodies in a drain
stick up with a blick
fuck the police gon know my name

picking up a sickness 
got an illness in my brain
sick of all these bitches
that be leading me astray 
flicking through these pictures 
of your bodies in a drain
stick up with a blick
fuck the police gon know my name

riding round town with my guard down 
fuck it i don’t give a shit
idio king of the underground 
i got yo bitch tryna get on my dick
ask me why, how I’m so fly now
i cannot answer that shit
idio fire a hunnid rounds
idio got the crowd lit turn the volume loud

steady posted, black attire
everyone know how i be
i be ghosted, i retire 
fuck on my girl, make her leak
hypnotising, my desire
look in my eyes, make you dream
idio sipping some lean
idio pulling up with a gleam

picking up a sickness 
got an illness in my brain
sick of all these bitches
that be leading me astray 
flicking through these pictures 
of your bodies in a drain
stick up with a blick
fuck the police gon know my name

picking up a sickness 
got an illness in my brain
sick of all these bitches
that be leading me astray 
flicking through these pictures 
of your bodies in a drain
stick up with a blick
fuck the police gon know my name

if you see me in the city
don’t be scared to say hello
i be with the clique 
me and my brother we dolo
if you see me, i’m so pretty 
take a pic, im in my zone
if you know then hoe you know 
and if you don’t know then you don’t

smoke seeping out my mouth 
got no gold teeth
don’t know what y’all about 
i don’t want no clout 
shut your trap, yous a bitch no doubt 
put a motherfucker 6 feet down in the ground, right now 

whooh 

picking up a sickness 
got an illness in my brain
sick of all these bitches
that be leading me astray 
flicking through these pictures 
of your bodies in a drain
stick up with a blick
fuck the police gon know my name

SICKNESS [PROD. VXRUS]

[LYRICS]

Shunny shun boutta go out and sin again
Bust a load in her mouth it was ‘round 3am
Did the blow
Did the shroomies
Do it all again
Make it known
Love to be lone
Like the state I’m in
Sticks and stones
Break my bones
Fuck that shit they said
Set my tone
Through a microphone
All I see is red
Etched in stone
The year I’m born
Another when I’m dead 
Hella hoes
Hella brew
Hell on Earth
God blessed
Lil Shunny fucking up
Everybody looks
Like they wanna hurt him
Wronged another one
Lost just more than love
Leave the bridges burnin’
Never had good luck
Damaged from the drugs
Feel my stomach turning
Wonder what’s to come
Now it’s said and done
Future worth concerning

…


Nonetheless
I said it best (Say what?)
Overwhelmed?
I laugh at what you think is stress
Remember when
I was a mess (I do)
Everyday I’d scream
Until my ears felt deaf
No common sense 
No sight of friends
Think I’ll stick to myself
Ain’t tryna play or pretend
Can’t make amends 
Can’t take offense 
Can’t fall under despair
Quitting with every chance 
What you get is what you’re giving
The Lil Shunny spittin’
Outta my mind half the time
Then get in where you’ll fit in
Lead ‘em to the ditches or a fire
No preference
Quickly now
Or make mistakes
And never get the message
Fact of the masses
Keep getting rusted up
Start from ashes to ashes
And leave ‘em dust to dust
Half us need to be moving
Few of us play by luck
While Lil Shunny stay at it
And never giving a fuck

NONETHELESS (Prod. Bhasper)

LYRIC VIDEO OUT NOW 

ENVIOUS̸ : 
( Ay, Ay, Ay )
Mother, mother, mother fuckers always talking 
always talking like they know 
got my 40 cock it back 
and let that motherfucker go 
turn a sucka to a ghost 
turn his bitch into a hoe 
I got xans lsd
I got tabs on the low 
I got 5 down to ride and they all want the smoke 
I got killers in the cut sacrifice and snatch your soul
I got nines 
I got knives 
keep my blade on my side all the time 
wanna try me
I will take your life
no regrets
no remorse
yeah you know it’s homicide 
take ya life 
where you go
you ain’t shit 
you’s a bitch
you’s a lame
I’m the mane 
yeah wassup motherfucker
yeah wassup
yeah wassup motherfucker ay. 

BTD SPECTRE:
Smoking my blunt wont pass this weed 
you talking to me no fucking with me 
In the dark as I bleed only wishing for 3 
sixes im making my wishes proceed 
the devil embarking my conscious and talking to me and telling me please they get what they give only wishing for peace you talking to much wanna bleed they fucking with me no I can’t believe its hard to breathe no breaking bread with enemies no friend of me to stab my back and watch it bleed so left you high and dry in the dust and dirt for the birds to pick you clean just leave me b inside my room I smoke in peace 
 keep me from gripping that pistol and ending my life just to watch as they stand up above looking down on me 

RO$ETTA:
they talking about that killa
RO$ETTA that mane 
bitch i’m goin insane 
load the nine, cock it back, bang 
you know i don’t play mothafucka 
that zetta was raised as a hunter, i got aim
so you better believe when i pull up
motherfuckers gonna get they asses beat
i’m pulling up 3 deep, that mudah and milford
and z-e-t-t-a 

motherfuckers claiming that they gonna pull up
but they never wanna catch this fade
so they better protect they neck
or a mothafucka gonna aim right for they face
don’t give a mothafuck about a mothafucka 
bitch i’m from the 505 southwest mane
me kill and i creep, leave them bodies in sheets
i’m a fiend for the weed, and the cocaine

TALKIN THAT SHIT ( Ft. BTD SPECTRE & RO$ETTA) [Prod.SouljaByTheLake]

IF ANYONE KNOWS THE PRODUCER OR YOU ARE THE PRODUCER, PLEASE REACH OUT

LYRICS:

FAUXCUS:
aye
look into the mirror and its staring right back
cryptid creeping in the pack
i’m the life of the party
or so they say
im a draugr, see me rot and decay. fuck

rocking side to side
simply smiling through the pain
everybody wanna know but all i recall is the rain
don’t tell me what i think i should know
it’s only grabbed me by the tendrils and it’s dragged me through the snow

i’m a slave to my mind
and i feel i’ve gone insane 
but im working 9-5
and every day feel like the same

twenyohthree:
cold hearted mothafucka coming from the Himalayan snow 
yeti gone rogue i won’t stop until there’s gold gotta go 
got another show speeding through monroe 
i was hoping that you’d call because i gotta let you know 
you ain’t ever been about the process 
you ain’t ever been up in the mosh pit 
you won’t ever stop this 
no one ever even had a problem until you fucking walked in until you fucking offset 
everything we ever had 
going for us back then
 now it’s just a past tense now i’m just a mad man 
everything we ever made now it’s in the trash bin 
maybe you don’t wanna win maybe you don’t 
you don’t

COLDHEARTED ft. twenyohthree

https://youtu.be/m8EiOp_i9y0?si=vaOBfwF4MkJ2sUlt

PINE TREES [Prod. NEKK] *VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION*

no cover art available

Lyrics:

You don't give a fuck bout this
I don't give a fuck bout that
These bitches are brats

Spoiled, corrupted
In need of these facts
I don't need your attention
I'll stay in the back

Dressed in black and discrete
I'm like mobbing the streets
Come up to me if you really want beef
I won't kill you I'll fuck you up 
Make you elite 
You don't know what I've been through
Don't know who I be

You don't give a fuck bout this
I don't give a fuck bout that
I hope you know that
I don't give a fuck where you at
Meet me in the back
Learn a lesson and a fact

Gizmo's taking a breath right now
You need to pipe down
You screamin but you speaking right now
I'm just doing what I like but it could turn right round
So I stay up every night it's to make a fight now 

Come and fuck with me but only if you want to
Hundred bitches wanna fuck me but I don't want to
You ain't see me if you lucky I don't really want you
Messing me just my g and he's teaching me kung fu

Come and fuck with me but only if you want to
Hundred bitches wanna fuck me but I don't want to
You ain't see me if you lucky I don't really want you
Messing me just my g and he's teaching me kung fu

Shamrock ft ~WaVyD~ (prod. ESKRY)

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