OUITE EXPENSIVE

This one’s straight fire—smooth, sultry, and laced with that high-pitch vocal sample that cuts through like Chicago wind. "Sweet Heat" is all about that magnetic pull, that undeniable craving, that sugar rush that hits different. A little spicy, a little sweet—just like the best things in life. Hit play, let it drip, and tell me you ain’t hooked.

Sweet Heat

"🔥🎶 'Stay Lit' is all about high energy, good vibes, and living life to the fullest. This track blends hard-hitting rap with smooth R&B melodies, bringing the perfect turn-up anthem for any moment. Whether it’s a night out, a celebration, or just catching a vibe, this one is for the go-getters who keep the energy on 100. No off days, we stay lit! 🚀💯 #StayLit #TurnUpVibes #HipHopRnB"

Stay Lit

"To Be Continued" by Bobbi Fi$ha is a relentless, hard-hitting ride through dark trap landscapes, laced with cryptic lyricism and eerie, psychedelic undertones. The beat pulses like a heartbeat in the void, while Bobbi’s raw delivery cuts through with precision, leaving listeners hanging on every word. This track isn’t just a statement—it’s a cliffhanger, a glimpse into something bigger. The story isn’t over. It’s only just begun.

To Be Continued

"Why I Live" by Bobbi Fi$ha is a deep, introspective journey through struggle, survival, and purpose. Dark, hypnotic production sets the stage for raw lyricism, where every bar feels like a battle cry. This isn’t just music—it’s a testament to resilience and the fire that keeps burning. Tap in and feel the weight of every word.

Why I Live

A hypnotic flex of power, wealth, and untouchable energy- dripping in diamonds, drowning in luxury. This isn't just music; it's a mind-altering experience. Listen once, and you're locked in forever.

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That’s a Wave – Bobbi Fi$ha 🌊🔥✨

Riding the tide between dark trap and hypnotic energy, "That’s a Wave" is a bass-heavy anthem drenched in drip, confidence, and unstoppable momentum. Bobbi Fi$ha delivers wavy flows, eerie melodies, and a beat that crashes like a storm, pulling you deep into the current.

This track is for the ones who move different, who ride their own wave, and never sink. If you’re about that high-energy, futuristic, and vibey trap sound, dive in and let it carry you.

🌊 Press play & ride the wave 🌊 #ThatsAWave #BobbiFi$ha #DarkTrap #WavyTrap #FemTrap #AltRap #SoundCloudRap #ViralVibes

That's a Wave

Weight on My Name – Bobbi Fi$ha 💰🔥💀

Every syllable carries power, every bar hits like a prophecy—"Weight on My Name" is more than a track, it’s a statement. Bobbi Fi$ha moves through the beat like a phantom in the dark, her voice dripping with authority, menace, and undeniable presence. This is the sound of legacy in the making, where the bass shakes the ground and the flow cuts through the noise like a blade.

Laced with psychedelic energy, shadowy 808s, and hypnotic melodies, this track is a warning and a reminder—power isn’t given, it’s taken. The weight is real. The name is legendary. Are you listening? 💰🔥

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Lyrics **

Weight on my name, it don’t lift off for free,
Price in the city, it double for me.
Stack up a milli, then stash it in three,
Ghost out the lot like I’m dodgin’ a plea.

Numbers do backflips, I bend ‘em like fractions,
Brick like a sermon, it flip like a Baptist.
Chain full of glaciers, my neck is Antarctic,
Step in the spot, make ‘em freeze like a target.

Trenches still active, they move with intention,
Ain’t talkin’ credit but swipes in the section.
Hundred-round physics, it alter they diction,
Shells in the chamber like hieroglyph scriptures.

Opps play Houdini, they vanish, no witness,
Still keep it tucked like a brick in the kitchen.
Price on they head like a chain of commission,
Move like a chessboard, my knights play position.

Whip like a spaceship, it’s floatin’ like Tesla,
Talkin’ ‘bout pressure? My foot on they sectors.
They on the net, but I’m live in the nexus,
Touch one of mine, it get darker than Vantablack.

Bezel got VVs, they water, no surface,
Cuban so thick it could strangle a serpent.
They say they ballin’, but flex on a budget,
My money counter got stamina, run it.

Basement to penthouse, I climb like ascent,
Ain’t into rentals, I buy and cement.
Bags out in Tokyo, yen through the vents,
Bricks in the duffel, it sit like a bench.

I don’t do middlemen, straight to the source,
They gettin’ taxed, but I’m paid for the course.
Talkin’ that gas but ain’t built for the torque,
Pressure applied, now they move with remorse.

Pockets like Bezos, they launch outta orbit,
Opps gettin’ clipped like they fell through a portal.
I’m with the sharks, it get deep as a moral,
Circle too small, only bosses in quorum.

Numbers keep dancin’, they jump like a metric,
Digital balance, my paper electric.
Talkin’ bout motion, but movin’ synthetic,
I keep it organic, my profit’s kinetic.

Penthouse got ceilings that stare at the stars,
Money so long it extend through the Mars.
Vultures around, but I see from afar,
Play with my name, they get left with a scar.

Drums in the trunk, it could rattle a spirit,
Talkin’ in whispers, I still get the clearance.
They movin’ light, but I’m dense in appearance,
Step in the room, and the tension’s coherent.

Weight in the safe like I benchpress a boulder,
Bricks in rotation, they stack like a folder.
Winter or summer, my wrist outta order,
Ice on my body, it switch up the weather.

Took me a risk, now the numbers outrageous,
They sellin’ dreams, but I’m closin’ on acres.
Paid off the land, then I built me a matrix,
They stuck in loops, I been breakin’ the cadence.

Ghost in the system, I move with precision,
Every transaction encrypted and hidden.
They play the victim, I play my position,
Turn up the heat and it melt their decisions.

Foreigns in fleet and they hum like a sermon,
Pedal depress like I’m pressin’ a verdict.
Call up the jeweler, my neck need refurbish,
Everything custom, I doubled the purchase.

Marble my floors and my ceiling is tinted,
Paintings from artists that never existed.
History written in every percentage,
Legacy buildin’, it’s never diminished.

Weight On My Name

Ayy, Bobbi Fisha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ice cold, wrist froze 
Sub Zero, let’s go

Back on my bully, they shook, I’m a vet
Turn a dub to a milli, got ‘em bookin’ my set
I been steppin’ with a purpose, put my foot on they neck
Now they sweatin’ from my presence , leave ‘em shook like an etch a sketch 
Colder than Pluto, the peso my pupil, I school ‘em like Uno
They playin’ but never maneuver, my shooters’ll move like it's sumo
They flexin' with coupons, I’m thumbin’ through new bonds
Your plug on a Groupon, my wrist need a Yukon
Brrr, ice colder than a frostbite
Said he wanna taste? Show him the line 
Hopped up out the Wraith, like every time ,



Sub Zero – Bobbi Fi$ha ❄️🔥

Cold as ice, but hotter than ever—"Sub Zero" is a frosty flex wrapped in flames. Bobbi Fi$ha delivers unmatched bars, a chilling flow, and an unstoppable attitude that will freeze your mind and melt your soul. Step into the coldest zone and feel the heat rise.

🎧 Cold-hearted, but the drip still burns.

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*LYRICS*
Sub Zero, wrist sub-zero
Neck froze, I could ice out the bureau
Drip so lethal, venom in the needle
They be movin' foul, I ain't ever need a free throw

Word to your mother, I never been timid
I walk in the room and they checkin’ the image
I came from the bottom, I handle my bidness
Roll up my sleeves, pick up my britches 
I leveled up twice and ain't touched on my limit

Venus with the rackets, I serve with precision
If I take a shot, then I turn to a villain
I got ‘em addicted, it’s somethin’ like Krillin
The way that I shine, they assume it’s my skrilla 

Move low-key, I don’t dance, I just judo
Talkin’ outta turn? Have ‘em faded like Kudo
No invitation, they watch how I do though
Bite through like koojo 
Jump through a loophole 

Back in my city, they know I’m a problem
Amperes applyin’, I’m colder than klondyke
Leave ‘em in shock like I’m riding the wave length 
Keep it 100,  like fill up a free tank 

All of these digits, my money look binary
Countin’ up racks, it’s a ritual, primary
They tryna block me, I’m smooth, I’m a silencer
Blueprints ahead, got ‘em stuck like a statuary

I hear ‘em cappin’, I’m callin’ a bluff
Say you a player, but playin’ too much
I turn a dub to a hunnid, enough
I drop a hit, now they double it up
Catch a zip 

Every bar is a missile, precision
They tried to press me, I’m locked in position
They want the sauce but ain’t got the commission
Bosses don’t talk, they just double the digits
Like Rochat blocks 

Runnin’ up numbers, my pockets Olympic
You  tryna flex, but your credit suspicious
I cut ‘em off, got no time for the gimmicks
Crown on my head, I ain’t takin’ a limit

Bank on swole, yeah the weight is colossal
Big stepper, every move is galactus
Ain’t no threats, only facts in the gospel
Ice cold, make ‘em freeze, make ‘em wobble

Biggest to do it, don’t question the stature
I keep it real, I ain’t playin’ with actors
They movin’ shady, I see through the patterns
My Money talk different,  like it come from saturn

Sub Zero, I be movin’ like crypto
Too many flows, every verse is a riptide
Drip like a storm, I could flood out a zip code
Ice on my wrist, I could freeze out the hem line 

I do it major, no need for a cosine
Hopped in the game, now they watchin’ the gold mine
Told ‘em I’m next, I don’t wait in line 
Boss up the play, now they wish they had foresight

Sub Zero

Gutters – Bobbi Fi$ha 💥🔪

Straight from the bottom to the top, "Gutters" tells the raw truth of survival, struggle, and power. Bobbi Fi$ha spits unfiltered bars over a dark, hard-hitting beat, showing the grit and grind it takes to rise above it all. No mercy. No filter. Just realness.

🎧 Play it loud. Feel the struggle, feel the rise.

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Gutters

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Welcome to The Fermentation Cycle – a 1940s industrial-noir duology told as a slow-burn audio experience.

Every day I drop a new chapter with its own lofi score running through a crackling 1940s radio: low drums, hiss, distant horns, machinery in the walls. You’re not just reading a book – you’re inside a failing dockside brewery, listening to the pipes, the ledgers, and the rats under the floor.

Book I follows The Violet Boar, a once-powerful brewery in a corrupt coastal city, held together by heat, debt, queer love, and bad decisions. It’s adult, cerebral, immersive: pressure, politics, undercity tunnels, rat “choirs,” and a city that launders violence into paperwork.

Start at the Prologue and move forward a chapter a day, or let the playlist run like a haunted late-night radio station.

🔧 Tone: harsh 1940s noir, queer, anti-capitalist, psychological, slow escalation
🎧 Sound: lofi, tape-hiss, radio crackle, industrial ambience
📚 Project: The Fermentation Cycle Duology – The Violet Boar & Rats

The Fermentation Cycle is an adult industrial-noir duology set in 1940s Brineford, where Dockstring Ward runs on steam, rumor, and the kind of “civic” language that ruins people with clean hands.
At its center squats the Violet Boar Brewery, a once-proud Kiln now being slurred as a Loom, sweating heat and debt into the street like a confession.
Elara Wexley inherits the place and its failures, walking under a city that keeps score even when it pretends it doesn’t.
Every pipe, ledger mark, and shipment becomes leverage in a quiet war between rival breweries, supply yards, and the polite enforcers who call it regulation.
The Ward itself is a chorus — bars, docks, backrooms, and watchers — deciding what the Boar is worth, and what Elara is allowed to be.
Below the surface, the undercity’s layered infrastructure and rat-choir ecology mirror the city’s neglect: history stacked like rot you can’t fully scrub.
The story turns pressure into plot: money, heat, reputation, and intimacy all pushing until something breaks and the break changes the map.
It’s harsh, cinematic, and funny in the dark, obsessed with inheritance, survival, and the cost of naming what’s really happening.

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