hyperpop

steppa cypher w/1crusafix+M3W+shyburial+00matthew

Lyrics

imma let you know that if you talkin you best be about it 
spin the block wet em up imma let this heater drown him 
almost done w school guess that one I should be more proud of 
don’t what to do when I’m done please don’t ask a thing ab it 

yes I walked in the room on some bullshit 
talkin out his neck imma dump out the full clip 
said he just gone revive so I killed him just to prove it 
I don’t got the time for nobody to approve shit 

and I still hate my fuckin job I just kinda wanna die 
I don’t really give a fuck this shit get better every night 
as long as I’m out makin money and I make sure I’m alive 
I can’t front a fuckin move cause that’s not how you survive 
so if I say that imma do it imma do that shit tonight 
I promise that no matter what I make sure we alright 
got some knots up in my mike amiris these mfks tight 
that boy was talkin hella loud then the draco made him quiet 

they say all dogs go to heaven but I might end up in hell 
if I ever talk to feds then come and hit me with some shells 
swear I’ll rot away and sit there in a motherfuckin cell 
by any means I’ll make sure we all gon end up livin well 

they gon talk some shit but oh well just please don’t go don’t entertain it 
beefin on the net that’s how you end up lookin basic 
I don’t got the time and I don’t really got the patience 
if you ain’t notice we ain’t on the same wave can’t relate shit 

you posted on the snap sippin fake wok (wok wok)
pull up to yo trap with a AR (R R)
Montana let that choppa bang and it’s gon leave a scar (Scar Scar)
hit the gas once feelin like a (CENSOR) 

left the bank with ribbons not no rubber bands 
swear to god I’m boutta up my glock and hit yo fuckin manz 
these hoes dirty like some shoes dirty like my fuckin vans 
caught him tweakin off the liquor crushed a goofy like a can

and I still hate my fuckin job I just kinda wanna die 
I don’t really give a fuck this shit get better every night 
as long as I’m out makin money and I make sure I’m alive 
I can’t front a fuckin move cause that’s not how you survive 
so if I say that imma do it imma do that shit tonight 
I promise that no matter what I make sure we alright 
got some knots up in my mike amiris these mfks tight 
that boy was talkin hella loud then the draco made him quiet

Hella Loud (greentop)

distress (prod. soda)

pain [sped up]

(yungkeeta x mekai b)

Theropy Session

I just fuckin hate myself more and more every day
They keep sayin that they love me bitch yeah that shits fake
That's just toxic toxic toxic yeah
In love with pills imma pop it pop it yeah
Hop in the studio you still tryna get on my level
This shit detrimental this my whip lil bitch you got a rental
This shit be my therapy I get it all right off the mental
This that rockstar lifestyle but this shit not heavy metal

And I hate the way you talk to me like you know me
He love talkin bout fighting but don't wanna pull up and come show me
Sorry bitch I can't love you nah I put trust up in the dodie
You ain't gettin a damn thing till you pay me what you owe me

More in my head right now than ever
Imma manifest one day imma be something better
If your leaving me right now make sure your gone forever
I just hope when I come up this shit ain't gonna matter

I just fuckin hate myself more and more every day
They keep sayin that they love me bitch yeah that shits fake
That's just toxic toxic toxic yeah
In love with pills imma pop it pop it yeah
Hop in the studio you still tryna get on my level
This shit detrimental this my whip lil bitch you got a rental
This shit be my therapy I get it all right off the mental
This that rockstar lifestyle but this shit not heavy metal

I can't see myslef loving you anymore

Lil bitch please don't send yo cashapp cause I'm just finna back that
RC that's the gang and we keep Iggy's like it's Mad Max
This bitch she steady trippin like i ain't already bag that
But tell her firend come over cause that bitch she lookin bad bad bad bad

{Um... Imma be honest... Ion really know what to do with this part... So... Thanks for listening... Thank you for listening all the way through... Um the chorus about to repeat again... I mean fuck it... FUCK}

I just fuckin hate myself more and more every day
They keep sayin that they love me bitch yeah that shits fake
That's just toxic toxic toxic yeah
In love with pills imma pop it pop it yeah
Hop in the studio you still tryna get on my level
This shit detrimental this my whip lil bitch you got a rental
This shit be my therapy I get it all right off the mental
This that rockstar lifestyle but this shit not heavy metal



Main page - Stoneware Glenn
Ig - stoneware_
Snap - tanners_sc2

Therapy Session (yungkeeta x mekai b)

(silo x typhoon)

r.i.p rc lol

the shit you say it piss me off to the max yeah
but im more worried bout gettin this fuckin bag yeah
think im too worried bout gettin these fuckin racks yeah
aint no question no way that im goin back yeah

bitch i hate the way you walk
how the fuck you tryna talk if you aint even on the block
had to go upgrade my weapon threw the g up on the lock 
and im bussin damn these perkys hit the mother fuckin spot
(spot)
got a fuckin shot so imma shoot it from the baseline 
i might waste yo time but im beggin you dont waste mine
been trappin off a droid i dont really fuck with facetime
scared to come outside i just heard it through the grape vine

please dont say you miss me if you aint never said that shit in person
yall be fuckin lyin over shit that even really worth it
show some fuckin money cause you kept sayin how hard you been workin
i dont wanna do it but yall goofy so yall really deserve it

#1 yall talked that shit then went and kicked it with the opps
i done watched it for a year and you aint even try to stop
#2 you broke as fuck man why you quit yo fuckin job 
we been out here livin dreams now you livin in yo thoughts
#3 yeah fuck that clique yeah i wont be associated with that shit no
caught up in a scheme now yall soundin dumb as shit whoa
i wont say no names but why you cappin bout a bitch bro
you aint had no pussy in a year yeah you Big$low

stupid dumbass motherfuckers whoa whoa
i cant even stand motherfuckers no no
yall just gon be sad when we fuckin blow oh
and me and @cl9udy gone before you fuckin know

bitch i hate the way you walk
how the fuck you tryna talk if you aint even on the block
had to go upgrade my weapon threw the g up on the lock 
and im bussin damn these perkys hit the mother fuckin spot
(spot)
got a fuckin shot so imma shoot it from the baseline 
i might waste yo time but im beggin you dont waste mine
been trappin off a droid i dont really fuck with facetime
scared to come outside i just heard it through the grape vine

yall extra heads up on the blunt shouldnt let yall hit that shit
and all them songs that you been droppin yeah i mixed that shit
and all that trust boy you went ahead and killed that shit
and rc done for damn yall done r.i.ped that shit

bitch i hate the way you walk
how the fuck you tryna talk if you aint even on the block
had to go upgrade my weapon threw the g up on the lock 
and im bussin damn these perkys hit the mother fuckin spot
(spot)
got a fuckin shot so imma shoot it from the baseline 
i might waste yo time but im beggin you dont waste mine
been trappin off a droid i dont really fuck with facetime
scared to come outside i just heard it through the grape vine

r.i.p rc lol (silo x typhoon)

lookin at the sky (ria)

stenzo x cauz - whip (snorkatje)

scope (w/ elliott) (holix)

scope (w/ @reachelliott) (holix)

okay bitch I’m on my own 
self made real shit used to not like being home 
now I’m always fuckin here just makin music getting stoned 
but don’t get it twisted lil bro cause I still stay with the chrome 

like really fuck you hoe you toxic 
fuck spendin bread on you when I could go an apartment 
gettin the fuckin bag ain’t no mother fuckin option 
cl9udy throw in frag I got some bullets that’s gon drop him 

okay bitch we chasin bag after bag after bag 
you can’t even say it’s fake lil bro like come and check the tag 
yo homie too fuckin slow so we call him a fuckin lag 
you pussy actin like a queen might as well put on some drag  

we pull up hit you with a chopstick 
you been on some opp shit 
Smith and Wesson 45 just make me wanna pop shit 

fuck around and get yo top split 
start the fuckin mosh pit 
play my fuckin music damn stoneware he got some hot shit 

 we made em quit now they don’t even wanna drop shit 
talkin all that hot shit 
you can get yo block hit 

9calibrr ain’t playin movin to the top bitch 
I don’t wanna fight I’m tryna let this fuckin glock switch 

we blowin gas blow the fuckin roof off right now 
we tryna make it out so we really just tryna bite down 
red dot up on his won’t get up when he lie down 
that boy asleep forever someone turn the fuckin lights out 

okay yes we get them packs in get them racks in
 .380 on my waist might fuck around and get to blastin 
this shit a movie swear to god it be lights camera action 
you got robbed ain’t no transaction boy quit actin 

okay bitch I’m on my own 
self made real shit used to not like being home 
now I’m always fuckin here just makin music getting stoned 
but don’t get it twisted lil bro cause I still stay with the chrome

like really fuck you hoe you toxic 
fuck spendin bread on you when I could go an apartment 
gettin the fuckin bag ain’t no mother fuckin option 
cl9udy throw in frag I got some bullets that’s gon drop him

Lag (+gchromes)

[chorus]
done with ur fake ass shit don’t need your fucking sympathy 
i be with my gang til the earth start ending me 
i don't got no friends cause they all damn near turned enemies 
i don’t need ur fucking fake ass love or energy 

3 shots to his head make him look like a bowling ball 
2 in in the top and then 1 in the bottom for the thumb whole 
try to pull out the choppa u not fast enough u need some gung ho 
pull up on me and 9calibrr we ain’t never gon fold

[verse]
we at the top and u at the bottom bro u fucking suck
call yo ass a condiment cause u ain’t gon ketchup (catch up lol)
stomp his fucking face in dirt now he eating mud 
had some friends that turned to snakes now i don't have no trust

cant put my finger on it but i know ur up to something 
fuck it grab his face throw it on pavement that’s concussion 
riding on the hi hats and the drums i love percussion
i’m so tired of the baby shit yeah u can stop the fussin 

100 miles on the interstate swerving feeling like i’m russian 
cl9udy when u gon blow i dunno this spontaneous combustion 
we can fucking hope but who knows if i turn nothing to something 
if i see u in that whip then them tires gon get to bussin 

5 5 6, right through his tires bitch 
fuck splitting ties bro i could just demise this 
shawty blowing up my phone, phone, isis 
if i feel like taking all y’all custys drop my prices 

yeah my fit is wet asf, i’m looking nice bitch 
i be drippin too hard throw me in a bowl of rice bitch 
don’t play around with all the big cats if you just a mice bitch 
shots at his body leave him dead on an island

[chorus]
done with ur fake ass shit don’t need your fucking sympathy 
i be with my gang til the earth start ending me 
i don't got no friends cause they all damn near turned enemies 
i don’t need ur fucking fake ass love or energy 

3 shots to his head make him look like a bowling ball 
2 in in the top and then 1 in the bottom for the thumb whole 
try to pull out the choppa u not fast enough u need some gung ho 
pull up on me and 9calibrr we ain’t never gon fold

Symathpy (Prod. 01ashes)

corpse on the floor w/ ov3mbr (+@prodswitch @djkhaledsson)

pull up then I walk in 
I’m way to fucked up ain’t even talkin 
trigger finger itchin I’m just tryna get some shots in 
caught him in a Buick turned his car into a coffin 
make it out the ville there ain’t no other fuckin option 

I’m 16 doin whatever the fuck I really wanna do 
you still cappin what the fuck like this ain’t even nothin new 
get these bands fuck around might buy my mom some jimmy choos 
leave him dead crush his head in he gon end up on the news 

get the drop 
then we spin the block 
up the fuckin chop 
talking shit over the net that’s that shit that get you robbed 
pullin out the fuckin forty this bitch ready just to pop 
shootin at you and yo shorty tryna see somebody drop

can’t be round to many people start to hurt my fuckin head 
send some shots up at his body now I think he need some med 
this pistol packin 50 bullets 50 targets on yo head  
9calibrr gon spin yo block and hit you with some fuckin lead

pull up then I walk in 
I’m way to fucked up ain’t even talkin 
trigger finger itchin I’m just tryna get some shots in 
caught him in a Buick turned his car into a coffin 
make it out the ville there ain’t no other fuckin option 

I’m 16 doin whatever the fuck I really wanna do 
you still cappin what the fuck like this ain’t even nothin new 
get these bands fuck around might buy my mom some jimmy choos 
leave him dead crush his head in he gon end up on the news

jimmy choo (+scruff)

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