LYRICS:

I could sell my soul to whoever it cost like two fifty
anywhere I go if I'm moving my brothers move with me
If I had to do it and *** bet you they shoot with me
Cocaine with malone motherfucker I'm feeling too Whitney

I don't smoke I fuck with drinking strictly
I get back inside of Florida with Gavin whipping
I'm on half a fucking bottle of the screwball
Jumping out the whip on the interstate hope somebody hit me

I fuck with only negativity
I don't wanna kill you but it is a possibility
Every time you talk to me you up the probability
Go to bed and plan it in my head so specifically

I'm a fucking monster I'm a cryptid bitch
I don't talk 'bout none of that shit unless it's encrypted bitch
Planned for this to happen and it play out like I scripted it
I hope when I check up on you next you been evicted bitch

I hope everybody die before they twenty five
Fuck it I hope everybody die before they learn to drive
I don't got no money in my pockets I got twenty knives
I been tryna hate on everybody my entire life

Pray to every page of this religious text that you be next
You don't make it past another year boy that's a fucking bet
You think you invincible it's just that you ain't met me yet
I want my percentage every penny that you fucking get
 
You could ride with whoever you want, pussy
I been fucking better than you since I dropped bully
Fraction of what I could do is a hundred times of two of you
I go where I want motherfucker I'm skipping every queue

Everything that happened to you it's 'cause you deserve it
I want you to know if I hurt you it's on purpose
Shouts to everybody on the street that's in the service
Check out down this barrel for a second don't be nervous

TWO FIFTY W/ HEN$HAW [PROD. FONY WALLACE]

MUSIC VIDEO

WOAH [PROD. TEENAGE DISASTER]

soundcloud is a desolate wasteland

late upload

TALK TO GOD [PROD. BLCKK X AMERTUME]

bro fell off (freestyle)

BLCKK X WITCHOUSE40K TYPE BEAT "SEMTEX"

Beat: @cybeats

The ears know if you jog, sprint, or run...
If you walk around...
You might just make it...

Lyrics:
AY
I WALK AROUND WITH A BLADE 
DONT BE A HERO
I SLASH UP THE CAPES
HAH

In the reflection
Stare at the decay
Complexion all blended
Might leave my soul NAAAAAAKED

MIND FEEL LIKE  IM BREAAAAAKIN
ALL THE BONES AAAAAACHIIIIING
SHATTERED IN MY WAIST
I CANT SEEM TO WAAAAAKE UP

AY
I WALK AROUND WITH A CANNON
STRAIGHT AT YOUR DOME
TURN YOUR SILHOUETTE STATIC

GAVE THE WHOLE TEAM AUTOMATICS
WE UP AT YO ADDRESS
WE TURNT LIKE SOME ADDICTS
GON TURN THAT SHIT TRAGIC

THINK I AIN'T POP, SHIT
THINK THAT YOU LACKIN
ARTHUR MORGAN
I BRING THE HEAT TO THE TRACKS, BITCH
EVERYTIME THEY HEAR A LEVER CLACK
MAKE EM PANIC

I-
I-

I-
I DONT MEAN TO PRY
I CAN'T HELP BUT REA-UH-LIZE
SOME OF THESE THOUGHTS ARE NOT MINE
MY SOUL BEEN IN PLENTY LIIIIIIIVES

AY
I WALK AROUND WITH A LEAD PIPE
TELL THE OP NIGHT NIGHT
FLOAT INTO THE SKYLINE

MAKING RED MIST OUT MY ENEMIES
NO MATTER HOW MANY STEPS THEY AHEAD OF ME
 
THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD SO MOOOOORBID
COME AROUND LIKE THE PLAGUE, NO WARNING

WALK AROUND ME
WALK AROUND ME
WALK AROUND ME 
WALK AROUND
WAAAALK WALK WALK WALK

Painting em red wit a gattling
Battling 
Charging my tes-uh-la pack
Wit a battery

NO DON'T GET CLOSE

Zapped half an anatomy...

All the metal in my lungs
Pushed the pedal till it sung
GSR up on my gloves

CAN WE EVEN DIEEEE

FALL A MILLION TIMES
IF YOU WANT TO SEE THE VIEW
I WOULD RIP OUT MY SIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT

BACK IN MY HEAD
JUST HAD TO RESET THE LENS
CAPTURE THE MEMORY
SEEM LIKE MY ENERGY
WENT THROUGH THE CENTURIES

AH AH AH AH AH
YOUR NOT MY PAL, YEAH BUDDY
MY NAME USE TO INCLUDE A BUNNY
WISH SHE AIN'T CALL ME THAT
GLAD I FUCKED IT ALL UUUUP

ONLY SEE CRITICAL VATS

BURNED A LOT OF BRIDGES I HAD
ALCOHOL, BOTTLES, AND RAGS
TALK ABOUT A FALL OUT
EVERY TIME THEY BRING ME UP
JUST ANOTHER CAP

BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT
WHERE MY FUCKIN RACKS?

AY
I WALK AROUND WITH AK
REACH IN MY POCKET 
N PULL OUT MORE PAIN

LOOK AT MY LOCKETTE
THEN COCK IT 
AND SPRAY

SACRIFICE SKIN
PUT THESE BONES ON DISPLAY

WALK AROUND (Prod. CY)

SHOUTOUT THE BLOODS AND CRIPS AND JEFFERY DAUHMERS!

LYRICS:Momma ain't raise no bitch
Side kick to his lip
Crack his head with my stick
And I'm banging out yo clique

I got homies banging Crip
I got homies showing Blood
If I'm knocking at yo door
Hi hello you better run!

'Cause I be with them

Gang members
Rat killers
Head spillers
With them brain peelers
Momma killers

'Cause I be with them

Hood rat
Step back
I'll rob yo crib
In all black
With ski mask

One step
Two step
Bitch, don't take the wrong step
Cut you up then digest
Jeffrey Dahmer in my mindset

Yo face I digest
I pin you down and fuck your face!
I know you like that, you masochistic
Fucking disgrace

One fish
Two fish
I hang with red and blue fish
We gorillas and we ruthless

How to train a dragon, leave him toothless
I got that iron on my hip
I hit yo bitch, she look like
Goonies

Look at yo gang
Like what it is
I know that they is not gon'
Shoot me

I hit his lip, I kick his face
Football-looking ass boy
Like Stewie

You booger brain, I hit yo shit
I make it gooey, ain't no Louie
Ain't no love for you!

You get stabbed up in the backseat
And that pussy, I'mma shoot
He gon' run up like a track meet
And there ain't no love for you

Pack you up just like some lunch meat
Yo face I'mma shoot
That's a promise and no asking

Break Ya Face!
Momma ain't raise no bitch
Side kick to his lip
Crack his head with my stick
And I'm banging out yo clique

I got homies banging Crip
I got homies showing Blood
If I'm knocking at yo door
Hi hello you better run!

(Cause I see dead people)

Break Ya Face!
Momma ain't raise no bitch
Side kick to his lip
Crack his head with my stick
And I'm banging out yo clique

I got homies banging Crip
I got homies showing Blood
If I'm knocking at yo door
Hi hello you better run!

(YEAHHH!)

RAT KILLER! [PROD. HARZIA]

ARSON (PROD.SMXKY PETE)

COMING THROUGH YOUR TOWN YOU CAN HEAR ME SOUND "HAHAHAHA",
CRUSIN' THROUGH WITH THE WINDOWS TINTED,
WHAT'S THAT SOUND? RATATATA,
FLOW O' SO COLD,
PUT THE CHROME TO YO DOME,
DON'T ACT LIKE YOU KNOW ME,
BITCH YOU ARE NOTHIN',

AINT GOT PATIENCE FOR STUPID BITCHES,
TURN AROUND AND GO,
MAKE IT QUICK 'FORE I CHANGE MY MIND AND CRACK YOUR FUCKIN' SKULL,
FLOW O' SO COLD,
PUT THE CHROME TO YO DOME,
23 STABS IN THE BACK,
BITCH YOU WON'T DO NOTHIN',

ARMED HEAD TO TOE,
HOUNDS LOOSE WHEN I SAY GO,
FUCK AROUND, SMOKE A POUND,
BITCH IM FEELIN' LIKE ABRAXAS,
BURNIN' DOWN CHURCHES YEAH IM ADRAMMELECH,
DON'T ACT LIKE YOU KNOW ME,
SEND YOU TO THE ABYSS,

DUCKIN' FROM THE HEAT,
FUCK THE 5-0,
FLINCH AT EVERY SOUND,
NEED TO CHILL OUT,
NEED TO MAKE SOME BANDS,
NEED A WAY OUT,
OF THIS BLAND LIFE,
I'M BARELY GETTIN' BY,
DUCKIN' FROM THE HEAT,
FUCK THE 5-0,
FLINCH AT EVERY SOUND,
NEED TO CHILL OUT,
NEED TO MAKE SOME BANDS,
NEED A WAY OUT,
OF THIS BLAND LIFE,
I'M BARELY GETTIN' BY,

AINT GOT PATIENCE FOR STUPID BITCHES,
TURN AROUND AND GO,
MAKE IT QUICK 'FORE I CHANGE MY MIND AND CRACK YOUR FUCKIN' SKULL,
FLOW O' SO COLD,
PUT THE CHROME TO YO DOME,
23 STABS IN THE BACK,
BITCH YOU WON'T DO NOTHIN',

ARMED HEAD TO TOE,
HOUNDS LOOSE WHEN I SAY GO,
FUCK AROUND, SMOKE A POUND,
BITCH IM FEELIN' LIKE ABRAXAS,
BURNIN' DOWN CHURCHES YEAH IM ADRAMMELECH,
DON'T ACT LIKE YOU KNOW ME,
SEND YOU TO THE ABYSS,

ARSON (PROD.SMXKY PETE)

FEATURING: @jvnebvg
PRODUCED, MIXED & MASTERED: @sairaxvii
COVER ART: @sairaxvii
LYRICS: https://genius.com/Saira17-driveway-lyrics

DRIVEWAY Feat. JVNEBVG

GHOST

GHOST [PROD. BIV x BLCKK x NATE THOMAS]

@cult-international

produced by me if not otherwise stated

NY

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