@astrmani @eightstringss

lyrics:

bitch, slide thru the function im coming in hot 
though i would stay wit dat bitch but im not 
i’m tryna shoot sumn, pass me the rock 
dat nigga dead we gon leave em to rot
she see da bands yeah i get it a lot
mask up boy im not tryna get caught 
brand new drum for the blick i jus bought
saw me outside but he ain’t take da shot 

bitches be birds, i can’t fw da flock 
cops tryna search put dat shit in my sock 
ion know shit no i’m not tryna talk 
762 turn a nigga to chalk 
run down run down no ion walk 
double my cup im sippin on wock 
red beam like a balloon ima pop 
1017 i ain’t signing to wop

nah fuck dat shit, i ain’t signing a deal 
is you gon slide lil bitch keep it real 
down bad on my own u don’t know how it feel
i ain’t giving my heart to no bitch, keep it sealed 
dat nigga speaking on mine he get killed 
bitch i got racks give a fuck bout a bill
bitch i’m too gone popping pill after pill 
he shake wit dat glock, ain’t holding it still 

how you toting a glock but can’t hold it 
put his lil mans in a blunt ima roll it
catch em outside and i bet dat he folding 
twin told me pass em the drac but i sold it
bad bih love doin lines like she coding 
don’t got a holster the magazine showin 
fanned out hoe tellin me dat im goated 
so much smoke in the air bitch im floating

shot clock 2 (8strings)

@astrmani @eightstringss

lyrics: 

evil as shit ain’t no comp to it 
nigga talkin bout sliding, den hop to it 
i pull up to yo crib sending shots thru it 
niggas gotta lay low cus the cops moving 
why you toting dat blick u is not shooting 
bitch i been off da wock, make me talk stupid
up da chop in his trap make em stop moving 
nigga think he can fight better not do it

i got straps bitch, ruby beam and the magazine maxed bitch 
bitch i’m rockin way more than yo plaques bitch 
niggas gettin backdoored by a catfish 
got a whole lotta cash inna mattress 
put a blade onna chop make it stab bitch 
tryna slaughter yo gang since you savage 
tryna puff out yo chest like a flat bitch 

i heard a few niggas died on yo side, damn dat shit prolly terrible 
brand new p80 parts ima build it, bet if it break it’s repairable 
niggas in messages thinking they bout it, whole time im not even scared of em
niggas would spot em a opp out in public, he wouldn’t do shit but jus stare at em 

niggas hoes, niggas bitches 
niggas tote, glocks wit switches 
niggas broke, got no figures 
niggas throwed, off my hinges

unholy n evil (8strings)

@astrmani @eightstringss @berl1in02

lyrics:
walk in the function bet i leave a murder scene 
yuh, bad bih tryna come flirt wit 
i heard dat boy got a problem, then murder me
ion know you, but you heard of me 

bitch, i ain’t gon ho back and forth wit a nigga, i spent too much on dis stick on me 
big ass chop boutta fuck ‘round and torch a lil nigga, yuh, u bet not slip homie 

micro drac finna rip up yo big homie 
heard he want smoke let’s fuck ‘round n get lit homie 
gave dat boy percs he don’t know i got fent on me
shot at da whip but he ain’t leave a dent on it
cuz got a arp wit a drum on it
im onna block and u ain’t even spun on it 
rap on da beat yeah im jus having fun on it
i catch that boy on his block make him run on it 

i put dat rock up in his face, he not taking shit
like, i got real straps up in this place, niggas faking shit

im inna whip tryna drag race
damn, i used to be in a bad place
i was on block wit sadface
want smoke i’ll slide thru fast paced

murder scene (8strings & berl1in)

@astrmani @eightstringss @prodvelourium

lyrics:

yuh, like wassup wit em
i’m outside tryna get up wit em
i heard da 556 got stuck in em
das his fault cus he ain’t have it tucked wit em
they ain’t get back they don’t know who the fuck did it
we took yo gen fuck boi better come get it 
these niggas cap for a story then run wit it
nigga, i’m tryna see wassup wit it 

wassup wit it
wassup wit it
wassup wit it
wassup wit it 
wassup wit it 
wassup wit it 
wassup wit it 
i’m still tryna see wassup wit it

these niggas love talkin shit til i pop out wit a AR 
uav, catch em onna radar
we finna walk down, he don’t stay far  
i’m tryna swipe these niggas gens cus they think they can take ours 
got a white plug lookin like okaymar 
dat boy a bum shopping at kmart 

pop out wit a mac 10
white chalk, like “what happened”
think it’s funny, why u laughing 
bet the choppa start clapping 
spin in dat srt i ain’t crashing jt
niggas not comp, these niggas not passing it 
send a shot at da whip but he not even scratching it
said he slid to my crib but he not even passionate

wassup wit it 2 (velourium & 8strings)

@astrmani @zigimo_ @eightstringss 

i say “fuck wrong wit em”

glock 19 got a flatback 
762 leave em on his flat back 
nigga down bad begging on his cashapp 
he say it’s smoke nigga ima match dat 
she like “what’s that?” it’s a fat stack 
got that chain on ima snatch dat
up dat matte black n he sat back 
stick make em see white like a flashback

gun in my pants nigga these is serenade 
ain’t no nigga i’m beefin wit that i ain’t made
i asked god for forgiveness knowin i ain’t prayed 
i just got a new fully military grade 
he got a glock 45 nigga we can trade 
i’m so backdoor nigga he can get betrayed 
i heard he never get pussy, he ain’t gettin laid 
i’m spending racks on my clothes yea im gettin paid 

no joke, im in yo city wassup 
no smoke, he see me out he gon duck
he won’t move when we slide in dat truck 
he don’t keep his shit tucked what the fuck 

if you really bout it nigga come out 
we catch em inside make em run out
im on yo block wit my gun out 
he onna curb, drugs got em strung out

FLATBACK Prod Zigimo & 8strings

@astrmani @happytrench @eightstringss
 
cover art by 8strings

lyrics:

yeah i keep a stick everywhere i go
heard about yo mans, nigga he a hoe
bet i up the switch on em, let it blow
will i love a bitch? nigga i don’t know

bitch i’m smoking gas while im in the whip 
this a long ride, finna take a trip 
nigga wanna slide, ima get em hit
baby come inside, we can get it lit

why you tryna false claim? you ain’t like that 
he got the belt, nigga he ain’t fight back 
said he finna run up, don’t try that 
she keep sending texts, nigga ion write back

she send a text, i ain’t gon respond
i see a opp nigga, get em gone 
i got dat bitch wet like a pond 
said he want smoke, nigga what u on?

heard he wanted beef, nigga what’s the cause?
762s goin thru yo walls 
hit em in his neck, put his life on pause
bad lil bitch gettin in my drawls 

shawty said she need me, im on the way
yea im on the block nigga, everyday
nigga hit the mall, he don’t wanna pay
price goin up, nigga that’s okay

i don’t even mind, baby u can stay
we can’t be in love, i am not yo bae 
tell me what u need, what u wanna say
girl just let me know, i’m a call away

callaway2* #believe @happytrench @8strings

@astrmani @eightstringss @cloroxcide

i hope my mama can see what i’m doing and notice im trying as hard as i can 
i hope the niggas around me gon stay by my side during times when some shit hit the fan
i hope them niggas das still getting high offa drugs with they friends are still able to land 
i hope nobody start gettin confused when it come to this shit i’m the mf man 

nowadays there ain’t a path ppl take, they don’t know who they are and don’t know what they want 
soon as dat lil nigga make his advance he gon hop onna net and start tryna flaunt
thinking dat street shit a influence no it ain’t sumn to copy or sumn to taunt 
when i start talkin these niggas not gon understand me like i’m an unreadable font 

i miss my papa i know dat he see me, i know dat he know dat i do it for him 
pockets got weight yea they been gettin fat, had to tell my lil denim to go hit the gym 
straight to the top niggas know where i’m headed and shit if i have to i’m losing a limb 
no i ain’t playin bout none of my family, you come at em wrong den dis shit can get grim 

long live the saints and im rockin wit 8 and whoever around em i fuck wit em too
niggas be mad that they not with the team, yeah i know dat u mad we not fuckin wit you 
honestly don’t give a fuck who u wit cause you know dat u trash with the rest of ur crew 
i hope a nigga don’t come at me wrong cus my gun holding hollows, them bitches go through

hope    @8strings @cloroxcide

@astrmani @407krxxk

pop out the kut 2

i’m wit yo bitch, so don’t call her nigga
i’m making plays, im a mf baller nigga
she inna crib n she drink me like water nigga
wanna tap in nigga, what would u offer nigga 
i spin yo block and i bet ima slaughter nigga
i’m upping pole if he think dat he taller nigga
762 hit his leg he a crawler nigga 
come get yo hoe back, no ion want her nigga

if i see dat cash yeah i bet ima take it
big 556 inna function i bet ima shake it 
i am not otto lil nigga i don’t do the faking 
said u a saint nigga bet i can send u to satan
bitch is we fuckin or not i ain’t doin no waiting 
got passed that pack n he still ain’t make it
got passed dat strap n he still ain’t spray it
bitch im still onnat, nigga i ain’t playing 

i’m still onnat, give a fuck wat he thinking 
dis water on me dis ain’t lean that im drinking 
niggas never gon shoot, got a stick for no reason 
i just woke up and made me some cheddar, im cheesing 

if i up it on him i can bet that he freezing 
they start playing his shit then the hoes get to leaving 
get yo whole catalogue and just gone head delete it
caught a nigga in person he say he ain’t mean it

okay, lil bitch i’m riding wit keyy n dem
my pockets fat, wat im feeding em?
she think she know what she see in him 
she look at me and start leaving him

how many racks? more than three of em 
dem niggas trash, issa team of em 
choppas got grips wit a beam on em
das not yo gang u can’t lean on em

das not yo gang they don’t know you 
be a civil like u supposed to 
nigga you suck i can’t hold you 
don’t even know why they chose you 

say you got sticks finna blow too 
all of my niggas got poles too 
come to yo block ima doze thru 
boy i can’t wait to dispose you 

i up the mac if i catch em in traffic
nigga said he was clutchin, dat bitch didn’t have it
leave a hole inna door, she gon see that im dashing 
i jus got hella checks n i still ain’t cash em
put dat shit on my soul, niggas faker than plastic
put that boy inna ground, he thought i wouldn’t blast it
take dat cash out yo hand that u keep on flashing 
they don’t care bout that nigga, they glad for his passing

faking    @krxxk

@astrmani @xanocery @aghstt

you bet not think dat u safe cus u sittin behind that lil monitor talkin dat shit 
i see dat chain dat he rocking, as soon as i see em outside he get turned to a lick 
lil nigga got in his head now he talkin dat bullshit, dat nigga turned to a prick
chop got a drum onnat bitch but his only hold 10, why u toting dat baby ass stick 

niggas will run to the internet chatting some shit cus u know they ain’t bout it in person 
tough ass guy onna phone when i saw em outside i was seeing a whole different version 
big ass blade on me nigga i bet if i cut em they’ll think he got done by a surgeon 
cap on me look like a beanie i promise dis shit is a mask nigga dis not a turban 

boy we can talk dis shit out like we grown or if you really wit it den bitch we can bump 
i’m boutta cop me a drac ima throw a lil stock onnat bitch and den up it and dump 
im tryna go up wit gang we gon make this lil rapping shit great again but i’m not trump 
he cannot fuck wit the gang cus the last time he did that lil pussy went out like a chump 

this not a diss, i just say what it is 
he tried to shoot a lil shot but he missed
greatest upcoming he not onnat list 
nigga got cut like dat shit on his wrist 

call up my twin ima send me a blitz 
thinking you better like nigga you wish 
boy without us you wouldn’t exist 
dis not a pape magazine dis a kriss

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