Name: What it means (feat. ZAKADA) by Kid Splinter in 🤷🏼♂️
Duration: 3 min 20 s
Description: What it means was written/produced and mastered by Kid Splinter

This slaps bro! Hope you blow up and hope your doing well. Wishing you to the top 🖤🖤✨

Theres anothrr song that uses this beat but i cant thibk of it

good tunes with my own shit mixed in🖤🎶🔥

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Copyright © All Rights Reserved.2021
(Prod.By HVTREDD x Nikco Suavvaye)

Lyrics: 
Trying to get a plate like I’m up for the bat 

We don’t stay safe nigga safes get cracked 

Bitch niggas get slapped bad bitches get stabbed 

Got a hunnid in a bag finna stash at the pad



He fucking with the bitches now a nigga got a plan 

Heard the keys in the mat 

So this coat hold a Mac 

We going pull up looking mean grab the dough that's that 

Try to play a hand get your ass left flat 

Now we gone with the racks splitting money making halves 

Got the Lean with the sprite know you know the rest to that 

Baume and mercier white face lil flash 

Feeling real good finna cruise not dash 

Homie at the light say what’s up whip pass

Pull up for some gas crack a bitch with some ass

As I’m leaving out her crib neighbors looking like he smashed 

Fed my gun veggies got the green beam attached 

 Always going win bitch I learned to adapt 

You a fake nigga leave your hand with no dap

Better get your life in shape nigga go and run a lap

Like a carry on machine got a strap




Verse 2:
We was just chilling now her face in my lap

We was good but some villains when it came to stack

If you a pussey they going take what you have

Tell you go and get your dad so they’ll take what he has

Cops pull us over had the pills by my sack I know they really mad they didn’t find one bag 
 

As we let go had a grin and a laugh

Always win first even when I show up last

Under The Moon

Ain't rushing thru ft SALBLUNTZ (prod. plure)

(PROD. NECU) 
money dont last nigga, 
fuck it im paid. 

gettin to da cash nigga, every which way. 

carry dat strap for these suckaz all day. 

let a hoe get between dat money? no way. 

how im gettin fed, when a nigga dont eat? 

baby stop playin,
make the money count beep. 

30 sum niggaz all juss wanna see me dead 
i aint stressin shit, but tha muhfuckin bread. 


baby say im sumn like a yves saint laurent. 

totin that 30 ima top shotta don. 
posted where iss at, 
you aint ever seen a trap. 

hittin on thrax when i hittit from the back. 

baby watchu thought? 
this aint neva nun sweet. 

makin them ins, 
runnin laps on repeat. 

ion fuckin cap, 
got respect for myself. 

20 years old my glock still off the shelf. 
ima fuckin die fore im thirty no doubt. 
double dose acid make my whole brain melt. 

fuck who a had to dealt w me goin up n down. 
ion give a fuck how tha lul bitch felt. 

mista gon take ya fuckin lyfe, thats me. 
shoot a nigga down lul m16. 

ion fuckin cap got respect for myself, 
20 years old my glock still off tha shelf. 


money dont last nigga, 
fuck it im paid. 

gettin to da cash nigga, every which way. 

carry dat strap for these suckaz all day. 

let a hoe get between dat money? no way. 

how im gettin fed, when a nigga dont eat? 

baby stop playin,
make the money count beep. 

30 sum niggaz all juss wanna see me dead 
i aint stressin shit, but tha muhfuckin bread. 
bitch you gon talk you betta leave out my name. 
hunnid sum niggaz gon cap for da fame. 
thousand sum bitches gon hoe for da game. 
i aint here to judge im finna stay out tha way. 

pass me dat drank when i move, switch lanes. 
my bank account empty, ima some juug some mane. 

this that typa shit da BG dont play. 
killin muthafuckaz like a murda buffet. 

(money dont last nigga, fuck it im paid.) x4 

(gettin to da cash nigga every which way.) 

(carry dat strap for these suckaz all day.) 

(let a hoe get between dat money, no way.)  

(how im gettin fed, when a nigga dont eat?) 
(baby stop playin, make the money count beep.)

34ROUNDSINMYPOCKET

What it means was written/produced and mastered by Kid Splinter

What it means (feat. ZAKADA)

YUNG CHARLE$ LEE R4Y

Verse I

Young Charles lee ray
Come and get Cho wig split 
Boy this ain’t no child’s play 
Ready 2 die like any day

Fuck the churhc and fuck the state 
Burn it down to light my blunt 
Ashing and relaxing 
While these bitch boys steady on mah nuts
Hate me ion give a fuck
Ya yo bitch she wanna fuck 
I’m just focused on mah bucks 
I’m just focused on mah drugs 

I got myself into a rut and ion think I’m getting up 
All I do is fuck up
All I got is bad luck 

I just want a hummer 
Riding wit my brothers
Pulling up Like wassup 
Ducking undercovers

Let these fuckers suffer 
Like we did bruh 
Tryna shine 4 my motha
Fuck u mfs

Verse II

I’m so sick and tired of all thes ppl always in my ear 
One day when yo end is near, I’ll b laughing at yo fear 
I ain’t got no heart 
In tha dark 
Cold like a beer

Cut yo face from ear to ear 
Gut u like a fuckin deer 
Putcho head up on a spear 
I’m just keeping shit sincere 

4 the dead I shed a tear 
Could give a fuck bout Cho career 
Make yo ahh a souvenir 
No matter what I persevere 

Living dead how I appear 
Smoking loud bitch I can’t hear 

Got me fucked up 
So I’m drugged up 
If weren’t for bad luck,
I would have none

Mixed/Mastered by JohnnyDE4D

IfItWeren’tForBadLuck,IWouldHaveNoLuckAtAll [prod.$UMMER$] *LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION*

[MILFORDDAGREAT]
get the pump unload da chamber, Milford has been acting up 
light green is what I’m smoking on as i channel da demons into my room 
pentagram on da floor surrounded by candles, demons will soon enter da room 
poor a glass for da devil as i sell my soul 

evil intentions riding with da cult, headless men chanting “The Great “ 
step out of my body and into my soul, all I hear is demons in my ear all da time 
saying “no one cares, so why waste your time?” 

suicide mention it all of da time, it’s on my mind 
riding with da shotty, RO$ETTA grippin on da nine 
killing beats no one is doing it like him and i 
it’s because we got All Wanted $ouls and demons on our side
 
devil comes in different ways, da shit that fucking pays 
i’m repping All Wanted $ouls to da fucking grave, i was screaming tripple six till da devil showed his face 
i’m living real good but soon i will decay fuck 

[RO$ETTA]
see i’m peeping around da corner, and i’m checking in rooms
i’m seeing illusions, hearing screams, it’s in my head i assume 
blood dripping down walls, and body parts are scattered all over too
a shadowy demonic figure appears to take me to my impending doom 

devil gets a hold of me silently, yeah he talks to me quietly
“load da gauge and go hunting, want you to go on a killing spree”
sacrificing da holy ones, drain they’re blood, put it in my cup
bitch i’m harvesting organs, organize limbs to a pentagram

im that devil mane, going insane, i take you to my temple mane
what’s your name?, nevermind it don’t matter, i’m gonna kill you anyway
butchering, cutting and stabbing, so you can stop resisting mane
slaughtering, then go back to my temple and smoke up on my mary jane

six hundred sixty six, demons they tell me to kill everyone in sight
i know that i must obey, or else da devil will come to take my fucking life
once i am finally done with da killing, lean back in my chair, its time
to take off my mask, show my face, and stare god in da face with this plastic nine

DEVIL SHYT (PROD. RO$ETTA)

[ENVIOU$]
rollin up so many blunts
bitch I don’t know what to do
ridin with ZETTA and MUDAH
you know that we movin 
i got me my new crew 
bitch I keep my blade tucked
keep a strap we bout to shoot
yeah you know that’s how it is
and you know that’s what it do
i’ve been chokin, overdosing
hoping that I’m okay
thinkin the weed will ease the pain
but it never feels the same
mane I need a new escape 
but I guess I’ll spark a j
man I’m always feelin drained
this is just another day

[RO$ETTA]
take the buddha, roll it up
mothafucka light the blunt
and let it pass around
til our lungs get stuffed
cuz i need to get little bit faded
before i get paid 
it just lightens my spirits up so
when you see me around, about
all in your area, know that i’m never not high
just look in my eyes, are they low?
are they red? am i never not one with the sky?
you know, i’m stoned 
a couple of hoes and i’m making them blow O’s
you know, we smoke
so pull out the ink let me light up that indo
dro got me slurring
vision blurry cuz i’m off that ink
lay back in my bed 
it hit my head that w-e-e-d

[MUDAH]
smokin a blunt to relax 
and take the stress up of my mind 
MUDAH been going and going 
through all the emotions 
it’s time to take that flight 
roll up the blunt
light that shit up
and turn them motherfucking speakers up
ILL MINDED ready to blow
explode from all the fucking indo smoke 
so just for the night 
i leave that shit behind
and roll with ILL MINDED and vibe 
you know we slowly creeping with the 9 
ride through 505
you know we blowing smoke 
and getting high 
that’s ILL MINDED style 
roll up the joint
and set that bitch on fire
sending us straight to the sky

HIGH IN THA 505

HIGH IN THA 505 (PROD. RO$ETTA)

Lyrics: 

Thinking on a mistake 
did a little bidding in my head space 
sold my soul to stay away from mis taste 
disgrace thinking bout my dumb face 
scattered fuck it shatter heart and leave me in my worst place 

 motherfuckers only care about the baggage only passing verbal passive fuck a passion 
lets just follow what hes doing maybe cash in catch em lacking 
never worried bout my death its only matter time it happens 

watch em gather round they circle like the birds above
puffing on a jay up in the other hand a blunt 
Smoke to face I like the taste of poison up inside my lungs
always blood in hand im coughing up my body not a pun 
always doing drugs what started out for fun 
only taking what I can but lately I be smoking till my vision faded body stiff and numb
fuck it up dont give a fuck about it wont be here for long 
Reaper never distant always linger im the vagabond
abbadon
 rest in piss you piece of shit no peace for leeches dead and gone 
plenty out for me the others hate but talk about my songs
fuck around and find out why im always in my head along 
Ripping and tripping prescription split I take a hit and gone 
Spitting precision the blade done slitting vein im living wrong  
Running no stunting id rather puff the weed inside the bong 
Dejected impressing whatever’s left instead I write this song 
Now lay in bed I look up at the ceiling 
empty heart I long 

Wishing 
this was the end of it all think I’m kidding
I look for a sign or some hope but it’s distant 
In head know it’s wrong but abusing decisions 
To vices now numb feeling dumb always living dependent 
I can’t get away got no ice or no pendant 
Depending I make it no matter I’m sending in life with a

message of give it and sinning repent for a feeling no god in the ceiling it shatters like glass as I fall never kneeling my face got no place in this world why I’m peeling my skin from my bones to be close to these demons berating or hating no matter they with me forever pariah dejected come get me or leave me alone 

In this hole I rot inside my tomb no light it’s dark just like the womb could I presume that  life on pause will not resume so grip the pistol know im doomed 
My eyes now white just like the moon

VERTIGO. (Prod. YUNGMEXIC$NBIH)

PULLTHATRIGGABACK [Produced By $ummer$]

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What it means (feat. ZAKADA)

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