Newest single release off Zero 610 and $lim Gucci's upcoming EP 'LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU GET THERE'

PROD. ACCULBED.

SATISFIED WITH NOTHING

SATISFIED WITH NOTHING (Zero 610, $lim Gucci, PROD. ACCULBED)

ZERO 610 AND $LIM GUCCI

LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU GET THERE EP

PRODUCED BY $LIM GUCCI

CRISS CROSS XANNY BARS

ZERO 610 AND $LIM GUCCI

LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU GET THERE EP

PRODUCED BY ZERO 610

CAN'T SAVE YOU

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GHOSTS N GHOULS

ZERO 610, $LIM GUCCI, & PROD. ACCULBED

LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU GET THERE EP

Big thanks to Producebyace209 for helping with the mixing <3

All those legs... just to have no spine...

Lyrics:
Slug started living by a code, yuh
new kind of king cobra
continuing my story, aint no coda
imma start performing
getting colder
I just put THC 
inside the fuckin soda
when it sold out

Don't believe a thing they ever told ya
Started thinking n I aint even miss fuckin the old ya
When they at they limit
Ive been miles passed the quota
Descendants of sinners
New shawty,
messing up the fitted sheet
when Im in my innervisions
I just hear myself repeat
maybe all the voices
just the ancestral telepathy
shawty bouncing betty
shawty shawty
need you gainst my body
sorry
you dont wanna sit beside me

I might buy you dancin diamonds
if you keep on ridin
imma find the light
im dyin
out my mind 
if you dont mind it
wide eyes
when I'm slidin
on the psilocybin
been on top 
of classified file cabinets
if you understandin
way I kill it
put a patent on my practice
catapult 
canon ball made of static
asking slug, 
what the status?
what the fuck
turn to bugs
the moment that I'm manic
all my ops are bots
rustin in the trunk
imma train a centipede 
rip apart their fuckin lungs

Understand
this some dumb ass shit
some bum ass shit
all of your selfishness
developed this
accountability
can you spell that?
is it not your ish?
cause it wasnt theirs either

I bet you believe
all that blasphemy
blast to the past
hanging with
n became
the same people trashin me
so much hate inside their heart
its sad to me
its sad that those bitches still mad at me 

im codename 
kid next door
you actin like a spykid 
all your favorite people
stay my biggest haters
keep on pickin sides
cause my shawty dinner
eat it later
diving down
I breathe like vader
put one in my back
now, 
always got a knife round
argue with the facts
hope you signin out
maybe you'll become an individual
turn that life around
tell that pussy turn the sight around
and see the sight I found
bein friends with you
barrel see it through
he see the proof

whole group a game of whack-a-mole
I see a bunch of bops
if you wanna see me 
wait until I reach the fuckin top
you dont wanna think about it
you just follow flocks
you don't even got a reason
you just wanna holocaust

if I was a street
you keep speeding to conclusions
tryna break the hex
but you happy in illusions
now you aint hide shit
thought you'd fuckin want this
lying to my face
Imma keep the shit a 100 

CENTIPEDE (prod. Saint Urya)

Find friends in destruction of health
Fuck that...
Bitch, please find yourself
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Lyrics:

Naaaaah
Bitch, I’m up next 
Lemme talk to your friends
Yeah, need me some neck
Ho yo bestie
The best

She been wishin you dead 
Erybody upset 
Dick straight through her head
Stay in that state, you a fed
Couldn’t stay sane 

if I took mah meds
I went n made a mess 
Now his data missing
wiped his face, erase him off the net
safe to say 
kill a boy, pay the rent
pay the void
avoid this life, 
play the test
depressive rest 
how that dog in him, pussy?
scared to see me sending shots, 
im the vet
n I aint get soft
invest in a
sawed off, tear through that boy and the vest

They see the freedom
then cease to free em
might stream to demons
Nah, im free to call her
like Frida Kahlo.
I been through bottles
like messages
Models ask for me
more than sedatives
bit the hand that feed
when I fed em it

I’ll never be what they want me to be
they want the beef
too many teeth
to my tomahawk

shine in Texas
make a south sun
got so much loud
with no sound on
I got a pound just for me
fam outta town
Shawty callin up me 
plant a seed
grow tree, grow money, grow me
grow distant
so funny
a ho blame me

movin them hips 
like we on a retreat
n im up in the box
like Im an antique, huh

I love the pain
when I moderate it
say they built from the ground
but my pocket made him
n the blade serrated

Take 10 out of 10
like my bitch's rating
pull me from my zen
you obliterated
I feel like the Qu
way I rearrange em
you likin the view of my pen and paper
Im back in the stu
n my wound been stapled

I stack up my spew
n I carry fatal
if slug made a order
it been instated
I load up the mortar
to sign n date it
kinda ashame 
I was made a mortal
bag up their shade
n phase a portal
Ill burn what remains
to save the soil
Im getting so hot
could shape the coil
sick of his soul
imma fade it for him

Couldn’t stay sane 
if I took mah meds
I went n made a mess 
Now his data missing
wiped his face, erase him off the net
safe to say 
kill a boy, pay the rent
pay the void
avoid this life, 
play the test
depressive rest 
how that dog in him, pussy?
scared to see me sending shots, 
im the vet
n I aint get soft
invest in a
sawed off, tear through that boy and the vest

NAH! (Prod. SKOTSKR)

Zero From The 610📍
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