uhh i can never die (elujjin)

illegal americo flip

prod. white
lyrics:
stompin on his skull we leave his brains up on the pavement
we gon drop his body yuh we leave em fuckin nameless
hunnid rounds sprayin we gon leave him fuckin faceless
put a silencer up on a stick we make it painless

fuck around then u gon die
we gon make em lose an eye
yuh bitch we the grim reaper we gon take his fuckin life
bitch i feel like clone3 yuh pop an oxy im gon fly
bitch im smokin gas to the face im way too fuckin high

feel like clone3 cuz bitch im all up off the bean
yuh i heard that boy was talkin, throw his body in the sea
pussy go n get yo own swag, why u tryna be like me
if he pull up we gon make em run yuh that’s guaranteed 

tryna be like me pussy u is not original
shut up w that shit they said i failed how hypocritical 
choppa on my hip catch a case like im a criminal
we gon drop his body bullets finna hit em critical

fa fa fa bullets going to his spinal
we gon leave that pussy doa yuh dead up on arrival
pussy u an opposition pussy u a rival
put a switch blade to his throat we gon hit his vitals

stompin on his skull we leave his brains up on the pavement
we gon drop his body yuh we leave em fuckin nameless
hunnid rounds sprayin we gon leave him fuckin faceless
put a silencer up on a stick we make it painless

fuck around then u gon die
we gon make em lose an eye
yuh bitch we the grim reaper we gon take his fuckin life
bitch i feel like clone3 yuh pop an oxy im gon fly
bitch im smokin gas to the face im way too fuckin high

fuck around

i thought @numbr7 was gonna post this but he wanted me to post it so here lol
cover art by me and prod @numbr7

lyrics
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[@numbr7]
yuh pussy boy yk the name
i got the chop n im makin it rain
smokin his pack yuh that pussy a lame
pull up on him n i stomp on his brain

n i dont need a bitch im in luv w the bands
i dont need no bitch im in luv w the racks
she still wanna fuck cuz that bitch is a fan
posted up w the numbrs im posted w gang
(x2)

pop an oxy im gon fly
he get shot up in his eye
talkin on me pussy u finna die
talkin on me ima pull up n fye

n i feel like im dante im off of the meds
shootin his body we paintin him red 
pussy boy beggin dont care what he said 
left his body in his mf bed

[@superb0mbr]
u always gotta claim shit 
it wont make a fuckin difference 

yuh im all pack up i got bombs 2 blow 
why tf he tryna steal the spotlight when he showing but ya me and 7 @numbr7 we already kno him 
i got a glock so ill blow ur head off 

go away jus fuck off 
ill blow ur head off where it fucking was 
don’t fw 7 cus ur gonna lose ur fucking life

[@numbr7]
yuh pussy boy yk the name
i got the chop n im makin it rain
smokin his pack yuh that pussy a lame
pull up on him n i stomp on his brain

n i dont need a bitch im in luv w the bands
i dont need no bitch im in luv w the racks
she still wanna fuck cuz that bitch is a fan
posted up w the numbrs im posted w gang
(x2)

u a lame w/ numbr7

prod @basiljet on yt
i wish i could make more music but work/school on my ass i wanted to try sometihng new too

i cant fuckin tell u
cuz ik how u feel abt me
how u never felt the same way
but its too late im passing boundaries

i already fucked up a couple tiiiiimes
cuz im overthinking all the tiiiiiiiime (TIiIiIiImMeE)
tell u tmrw when it comes by
that day never comes byyyyy

be patient w me
im clueless
haa haaa aaa
faaa faaa falling back into ur aaaarmmmssss
i fell apaaart
-ppaaaaarrttt
im faaaaallliIIIINGGGGGG

wait guess who just texted me yup🤔🤔😍😍

boundaries prod @basiljet

prod. julian ceaser

lyrics;
@numate:
im js tryna get a bag like
im not tryna brag but im
better than yo trash
make you rage u gettin mad
yea u empty the whole mag
i js pulled up to yo crib
gave yo bitch a heart attack
(x2)

bitch we can go band for band
step 2 me you gettin smacked uh
to yo neck im boutta hack ugh
they tryna run it back

feelin my neck gettin looser
ridin around w the 2 uh
gettin addicted aint cool uh
but i dont play by the rules uh

me:
posted w numbr8 smokin on gas
run up on me u get hit w the mac
u count loose leaf i count cash
don’t need a bitch when i got me the racks

rag on his body we take all these racks
talkin so tuff but u ain’t about that
kick in his door we spray w the mac
im all about money so im jus tryna-

@numate:
im js tryna get a bag like
im not tryna brag but im
better than yo trash
make you rage u gettin mad
yea u empty the whole mag
i js pulled up to yo crib
gave yo bitch a heart attack
(x2)

heart attack w numbr8

prod. me

lyrics

yuh pussy youre webbed up
theres nothing for u to do ur stuck
posted w the numbrs we can trust
i gotta kill u i must
wearing all yellow i must
pussy ur the one i cant fuckin trust

yuh shoot ur fucking brain out
ur fuckin bitch givin me head now
haha ur jealous wht u tryna do now
imma instigate then run it back
theres rlly nothin u cant take back

im the one and only 3 here
try to b me ima fuck u up
im lookin everywhere n there
dumbass dont u have a fucking clue
u probably r dumb ur useless
ill force u to be clueless

u always fuck shit up
pussi run yo fuckin pockets up
im w the crew u gonna get beat up
pussy u cant be us
u cant be us

i rock my own design
i have my own swag on me
pussy u cant be us
u cant be us

tryin to copy the numbrs
u cant be us (x2)

im not a fuckin subject
dont try to experiment on me
na fuck it why cant u let me be
ur bitch suckin my dick stay mad
u got no bitches pussy stay downbad

i rlly feel like dante im smokin on ts lean
ill cook ur asses like damn beans
then we go n we swat up
this aint no fuckin team swap

we posted at the club
we crash the party up
why tf u cant put anything in the cup

stop w the dickride
ur fuckin fake and u kno it
now ur tryna switch side by side
thats bullshits over u cant do nothin abt it

yuh pussy youre webbed up
theres nothing for u to do ur stuck
posted w the numbrs we can trust
i gotta kill u i must
wearing all yellow i must
pussy ur the one i cant fuckin trust


webbed up

get thru it soon

Stick Together (prod. sickboi)

original: https://soundcloud.com/numbr7/heart-attack

lyrics:

(hi, im 3!)
im js tryna get a bag like 
im not tryna brag but im 
better than yo trash 
make you rage u gettin mad
yea u empty the whole mag
i js pulled up to yo crib 
gave yo bitch a heart attack (x2)

bitch we can go band for band
u js wanna be in my hands
tryna feel like im sayin-

(h-h-hi, im 3!)

now im kinda gettin more looser
now im tryna to get more better
idek what i can stick around for

yuh walk in that bitch i feel super tired
ragdolls these bodies ima feel like im an oxy

(h-h-hi!)
(yuh)

shawty i got alot of bands
ill give it 2 u in my hands
she said im W manz

(hi, im 3!)

now smoothen my time
u made me so fuckin blind 
i cant see my sight
taking away what u had 
now ur gettin mad but
its better than wht u had
give ur bitch a heart attack

im js tryna get a bag like
 im not tryna brag but im 
better than yo trash 
make you rage u gettin mad
yea u empty the whole mag
i js pulled up to yo crib
 gave yo bitch a heart attack (x2)

heart attack cover

<3

bomberman/mimikyu fan

one of @numbr7, @numate, @numbr6, @numbr09, @3numbr3 and @numbrr5 supporters btw

u a lame w/ numbr7

bombz

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