the end is fire like every thing of this song oml

HERE WE GOOOO 🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯💯💯

DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN

YOU ARE NOT ALONE

mixed by: @sastrp // cover art: @gvzzvh x @lunasith // background vox by: @sydcxx
official amv: [https://youtu.be/6AS5czp5JZI]

lyrics: [https://genius.com/Do-not-resurrect-necrotic-grip-lyrics]
back off 
i came to play with my hacksaw 
bash in your brain with my mask off 
yea try to pray for the last time 
lame and you mad but you hate cuz your cash wrong 
i don’t want love, i want matte glocks 
i’ll eat ya heart like it’s bath salts 
i'll leave his lung on the asphalt 
i’ll leave your tongue in a glass jar 
murder with a black SCAR 
he don’t wanna dump
what the fuck, is it that hard?
he don’t wanna buck
he respond with a sad bar 
nigga shoulda ducked but he run like a track star 
i came to play with my hacksaw 
i don’t want pain, i want matte glocks 
i’ll eat ya heart like it’s bath salts 
i leave his lung on the asphalt 

now i just be sippin sippin sippin slow on the blood i collect from you fuckers
and i could be vicious, witness never told of the souls that i left in my dungeon 
now cuz of my pigment i been predisposed 
to unload and attack in abundance 
but that’s just the shit they said, i go and murder cuz simply the fact that i love it 

but it’s back to the subject 
stacking bodies by the dozens 
whippin audis outta budget 
godly while i’m thumpin 
you would probly caught a couple 
grippin probly why im fucked and i don’t plan on stoppin 
she do molly while we fuckin 
creepin i might grab a snub i caught him out in public 
beam, he saw it fore it snuffed him 
he was talking like he tough and now he not so lucky

necrotic grip (prod. rose)

EAT UR FRUIT (prod. bumboi)

WTF! (Prod. SXMPRA)

Freddie's Inferno

Limbo

LOCKJAW!

GOD MODE!

LET'S RIDE!

LET'S RIDE! (Drift Phonk) [feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony]

amv: [https://youtu.be/VH4pPJCQYIg]

lyrics:
Raw tracks, low ride and a gun on my waist
I cock back, fo five spittin' blood in your face
You want that real shit?
Well hollup, hollup let me show it
Lever pressin' not impressive
I propose the Motorola
Razor wire round the bat
Let him step, I'm outta reach, shit
That heavy metal at his dental leave him teethless
Born from the beast shit
Armed to the teeth shit
Play round my way
Dig his grave, make it deep, shit

Born with that muhfuckin' hatred, I hate shit
Worn from the wars I been facin', I'm faithless
Needles in the sky
You needin' a reason why
Come and die
Boy you ain't about that ape shit
You ain't shit, just face it
You bitch boy
I've come to destroy you
With a squad of motherfuckers sending shots with no warning
With no cape on, I aim guns and watch 'em recoil
Drop 'em off the chopping block and bring the pot to a boil
Checka checkin' all my records, what the fuck is a veteran?
Nevertheless, I'm unimpressed, got 35 in my letterman
Hang a body from the ceiling, leave a bucket underneath
Collect the blood so I can guzzle, motherfucker, then repeat
"Why God..."
"Have you done this to me?"
Don't ask God, I'm God with a blunt in my teeth
So that's why I don't talk when a gun in my reach
Cuz why talk while opps could be running from me?

Raw tracks, low ride and a gun on my waist
I cock back, fo five spittin' blood in your face
You want that real shit?
Well hollup, hollup let me show it
Lever pressin' not impressive
I propose the Motorola
Razor wire round the bat
Let him step, I'm outta reach, shit
That heavy metal at his dental leave him teethless
Born from the beast shit
Armed to the teeth shit
Play round my way
Dig his grave, make it...

mk plus ultra (prod. scorpio x rose)

BANDS!

https://G59Records.com
G59Records@gmail.com

My Liver Will Handle What My Heart Can't

KILL YOURSELF (Part III)

KILL YOURSELF SAGAS XI-XV DROPS 05/26

[VERSE I: YUNG OOZE}

2 strikes
turn that pussy to a sacrifice
slash n gut the gar
ash the blunt and park
roll the window down and ask the price
i've always hated flashing lights
i'd rather grab the mask and knife
snag the cash in spite the fact i smashed your bitch for asking nice
i'm passing pipes and glass and spikes
i bag the ice
ignite the rags in gasoline
one strike of the match and now we talking thrice
3 strikes
i might forget the events of tonight
ruby all bite
leave em bleeding
leave the scene and say goodnight

[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

if we got business motherfucker
let me know
everybody know my rep since 1994
i don't swing high if i got that nine
bitch in Calvin Klein
blunts borderline
fuck it still smoke it anyway
i be that suicidal worshipped idol
filled up with that medication
burning bibles 
grab your child
chopper style a generation
reading revelations got me thinking
been ready to die but i ain't got no fucking patience
you feel me

[VERSE III: SHAKEWELL]

waking up dirty sodas get poured in
i had some blues, but i sold em
keep k's in glocks, but they stolen
i might just flip em and profit
makin more off licks
run your pockets
my OG's poppin a rocket
i pray to God they free Gozm
but God don't hear me
these prophets is all too fake so i'm mobbin
if you can't get em
i got em
pull up and handle the problem
squeeze 3 hear it move through he breeze
now you standing bloody can't breathe
got goonies who gone off that tweak
sip syrup and drank Hennessy
that just be the truth through these streets

KILL YOURSELF Part XIV: The Vulture Saga

VENOM (FEAT. SHAKEWELL)

GLOCKCOCK
#nephilimgang x #deadgang #trashgang
Shoutout ghostfvce and lil6ixxx
Visuals on Trash Gang

Idontflinch

Witchouse 40k x Lil6ixxx - IDONTFLINCH [prod. Ghostfvce]

[VERSE I: Lil Cig]

Northside shorty pull up in a drop top
3 AM with the night back drop
popping on pills like I pop cough drops
multi-millionaire all from my laptop
slob on my knob until your jaw lock
came a long way from rocks in my sock
moon walk on the block
while I'm sipping on Wok
took a whole year off and we still on top
still the same boy that came from Jeffer Street
still the best friend that the devil keep
always burning up
triple six degrees
lock Scarecrow in hell and throw away the key

[HOOK: Lil Cig & 40 Blunts]

As the years go by
another day closer to death
time is ticking
hurry x 3

[VERSE II: 40 Blunts]

As the years go by
all the things that you were gonna do
you never did 'em
now you're wondering how come they never listen whenever you're talking
look who the fuck just walked in
time to clear the air
fuck that
I'll be coughing until my coffin
and in my coffin I won't toss and turn
instead I'll rest
I've earned some sleep 
let me dream up sheep
release me into the deep
cover up my head with the sheet
As the years go by
the same fuck girls will be fucking the same fuck boys
as the years go by
the same heroes you once had have been reduced to a toy
as the years go by
the drugs used to be fun
now, they've become a problem
as the years go by
before your life even begun
now, it's coming undone

PUTRID PRIDE

DeathSealReaper (Prod. Xentai)

mixed by: @kidmangx // mastered by: @sastrp
background vox: @sydcxx // cover art: @gvzzvh


k i keep several rugers 
‘stendo rulers 
send em through ya huh
k i keep metal tools 
to bend them rules and
bitch i’m booted up 
my clip gon never lose or rust 
might slip, yo men all losing blood
my clique gon rend and bruise 
my next tattoo i get from lucifer 

k i be ridin wit a dead bitch
crystals on my left wrist 
empty out the tec
case a nigga wanna set trip 
pistol pop his head 
case that nigga got a death wish 
simple cause of death was the nigga he tried to mess with 

tell them bitches be quiet
he gon make me start a riot
tell them bitches be quiet
he gon make me..

down set 
hut 
put that HK through ya gut 
shawty told me i’m too mad but shit i love the smell of blood 
my grip miraculous for that static it’s too bad you’ll never touch 
i bet that glocky make him dance 
that ratchet make ya double dutch 
the fuck is up?

double vision triple digits on the dash 
couple pistols and some niggas got my back 
get the picture i could flip a couple racks 
i get busy with the glicks then get too rich to wipe my ass

out on all platforms

yakuza [prod. scorpio x youknowgasca]

5 Ways

https://www.songkick.com/artists/10253084-sxmpra

GOD MODE!

SXMPRA

Recent comments

sad.lonely

Pablo Ruiz

NTTA (old acc)

NTTA (old acc)

Related tracks