Music video here: https://youtu.be/9OhoZTn0z-0?si=kZjfyuNG1PDRNlro
YungestNCharge: https://on.soundcloud.com/QRpsZyEuFHhmZH4s5
Prod. Raptor7: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzmFK8xoowsto_D7gmMO0aw

Lyrics: 

He telling them stories he really a runner
My young niggas spinning they hop out a hummer
Your brother was bluffing? That shit really nothing
He thought with his dick and Im making him run

Them niggas was talking they really my sons
I remember them times when a nigga had none
That nigga a victim, why he got a gun?
It really ain’t none, I’ve been on they one

Can’t get up with me, I’ll get up with you
When I hop out on shits ima get up on you
I step with some villains they really go through
Them young niggas hooping, they don’t got no rules

I pop out the cut he ain’t getting a clue 
And I’m fucking with cuz he gon’ pop out the blue

Get up with your brother, you leaving it too
We gon’ slide in Durango, what you finna do?

Yea?

What you finna do 
When we dropping these bombs like a nuke?
Bullets ringing like alarms, we put em' on snooze

These opps gon' need way more than a blessing 
(When) these bullets come raining at you

We make them run like Gump
Swear I ain't never met a man as fast as that dude
NFH like the Dream Team
They put they trust all in us cause we're capable

That young nigga just started living for god
When demons come around ain't no saving you

I don't even fear no man
I just might up on this tool
Watch his ass get rebuked

What the fuck is an enemy? I can't show wrath
At the end of the day that's what God going to do

He telling them stories he really a runner
My young niggas spinning they hop out a hummer
Your brother was bluffing? That shit really nothing
He thought with his dick and Im making him run

Them niggas was talking they really my sons
I remember them times when a nigga had none
That nigga a victim, why he got a gun?
It really ain’t none, I’ve been on they one

(Uh)

He'll be looking confused 
When I hop on his rip with this deuce
Feel like Fetty Wap with this choppa
It might knock a nigga out his Jimmy Choo's

His mind really deranged if you think we the same 
Nigga I'm really different from you
Posted up with my gang, no we can't change
I'm really going to see this shit through

Road Runner Ft. YungestNCharge [Music Video In Desc] (Prod. lilraptor)

Lyrics ⬇️

0:13
freak b*tch said she wan’ link
said she get wet like a sink
my wrist stay wet like a sink

0:18
I just get straight to the cheese
n***as be rats , they stink 
throwing my hat degree
n***as be cap , on me

0:24 
this ain’t a stream 
but my n***as been on the scene
flag them down this ain’t YT
don’t need balenci , I rock white tee

0:31
n***as ain’t stacking no green
I just be counting up pink
‘talking ‘bout 50’s you mean ?’
y’all been 50 ya mean ?

0:37
pack so loud it ring
married to the green 
might just get a ring
za come in for cheap
n***as ain’t smoking no za , on me

0:46
shit i rap be heat
still might get me a mink
might rock a skully to geek

0:52
I think I been on a streak
spitting that shit , a preach
on her knees that b*tch gon’ eat

0:58
look at my teeth , it freeze
jewels on my ear , they gleam
gone off the za , I lean

1:17
off of that shit , I lean
b*tch in my phone , her name eileen
send me the addy might link

1:21
said she wan’ go for the team
might just send her my link
with the gang , been smoking on tree
you wishing you would off of tree

1:30
freak b*tch said she wan’ link
said she get wet like a sink
my wrist stay wet like a sink

1:35
I just get straight to the cheese
n***as be rats , they stink 
throwing my hat degree
n***as be cap , on me

1:41
this ain’t a stream 
but my n***as been on the scene
flag them down this ain’t YT
don’t need balenci , I rock white tee

1:47
n***as ain’t stacking no green
I just be counting up pink
‘talking ‘bout 50’s you mean ?’
y’all been 50 ya mean ?

1:55
freak b*tch said she wan’ link
said she get wet like a sink
my wrist stay wet like a sink

2:00
I just get straight to the cheese
n***as be rats , they stink 
throwing my hat degree
n***as be cap , on me

2:07
this ain’t a stream 
but my n***as been on the scene
flag them down this ain’t YT
don’t need balenci , I rock white tee

2:13
n***as ain’t stacking no green
I just be counting up pink
‘talking ‘bout 50’s you mean ?’
y’all been 50 ya mean ?

Sink ( Wet Like A .. ) [ prod. kindenthe3rd ]

Lyrics below !

I’m out late night and I’m just smoking a jay
And the bitch keep calling my phone
I got them young niggas they finna sit on your strip
And you know that they take what you own

Only show up for racks then nigga I’m gone
All these niggas be cap when they on songs

Ima go where they at just to show I ain’t going
Ima go where they at ima take his Rick Owens

I know how it feel when life ain’t going your way
I know how it feel when you just wanna leave niggas right where they lay

Sit on the crib we gon’ sit where he stay
Im keeping it real, I don’t know what to say
Niggas not in that field I’ll get on that prey
He play with this shit and Im making him pay 

I know how it feel when you just wanna go out the way
Hop out with Tall you know that he spraying that K

I’m with Lil Josh and you know that he toting that drake
These opp niggas broke I don’t care what they say 
Never again will I be in the mix, Ima stay out the way
I just hop in the stu and I start spitting pain

You a hoe, you ain’t put in no pain
Heard her boyfriend rocking fake gold and he broke
Ain’t that shit a shame?
Feel like Tom Brady, Ima staple
She trying to rock my jersey and my name

Always call me a dog but she stay off the chain 
Shoot shots like Kobe then I fadeaway 
She say that she hate me, feel like NBA

But yea I admit, she made me feel a way
Always wondering how a young nigga was stressed
Trying to make you my world, you said you needed space
Took my heart out my chest, that’s a cold case
Put a chain on my neck, would never be a slave

Won’t be worried about you if you act funny today
Can’t be worried about you, i’m getting money today
Straight pinks, no ones count a hunnid in his face

I’m out late night and I’m just smoking a jay
And the bitch keep calling my phone
I got them young niggas they finna sit on your strip
And you know that they take what you own

Only show up for racks then nigga I’m gone
All these niggas be cap when they on songs

Ima go where they at just to show I ain’t going
Ima go where they at ima take his Rick Owens

I know how it feel when life ain’t going your way
I know how it feel when you just wanna leave niggas right where they lay

Sit on the crib we gon’ sit where he stay
Im keeping it real, I don’t know what to say

What To Say Ft. YungestNCharge (Prod. @casteros_)

Lyrics Below !

Hop out car with Drake
Might just make this bitch sing just like Usher
I love getting money so much, I think we might as well fuck each-other
My money talk, I feel like Chris Tucker
I’m posted with Lee we gon’ slide in a bucket
Opp nigga turned fed, now we call him a muppet
I stay with my dog, I don’t fuck with no puppies

Hop out the car, I’ma hop out and bust it
Threw a switch on the back, he was screaming out fuck it
Look like I’m jamming and nodding but I’m getting money
I can’t be answering calls, I don’t want no discussions
Shop open 24/7, I’m throwing them numbers
Fucking with Shai in the stu, boutta tell bro punch-in

Lee got the P of the za, if it’s smoke then I’m busting 
Shots ring loud giving concussions 

I was down-bad they wasn’t showing no love
20 for 20, I’m just trying to run up a dub
Get in my feelings? I’m pouring my heart in a cup
If bro give me the keys to the car then I’m starting it up

Riding black truck and you know that it’s just me and cuzz
Heard you want … for da …. I can get you the plug

(I can get you the plug)

Uh, No I ain’t got time to wait
That shit stay on my mind, so I’m on my grind today
Bro nem caught up fishing that’s why they think they can’t find a way

The streets don’t show no love
Nah for none, you live by the gun
You gon’ die by the gun 
I feel like I’m Wiz, live wild and young
Gang got that shit from a place you ain’t from

All different zips, we supplying they wants
Only buy full bags, don’t need a front
Feel like Threat cause this gas got a kick, kick, punch 
When I walk in the mall bitch I smell like a skunk

Hit his ass with dat K, and I’m lifting him up
When I drop that shit off, they be picking it up
Really been through that shit, they ain’t living like us
I be scaling up weed and bagging it up

I’m in that car and I’m spazzing 
4-deep riding in traffic, feds got behind us we trashed em’
Blatt with a flash and it flashed him
He said he wasn't playing but I still tagged him

I got some Blood niggas who bag shit on Christmas Day
In red, and bag shit like they santa
Hop out the car I was geekin’ to blam em’ 
If he act like a pussy, I’ma have to Cat-Scan em’ bitch 

(They ain’t showing no love unless we posted and spinning)
(It don’t matter I’m boutta get rich)

Show Love Ft. Banduplee (Prod. @Shawtymarq)

Lyrics below !

Nowadays I don’t really be fucking with niggas 
These niggas will leave you for dead
Them niggas know I’m the youngest in charge
They know that I’m standing on whatever I said

Ain’t going back cuz ain’t nobody there
You wanna get a bag, how the fuck is you scared?
I’m standing on shit, ain’t no nigga I fear
They saying I’m him, what the fuck you can’t hear?

Yea I fuck with the 4 but they say I’m the one
A lot of them niggas ain’t fucking with me
Even when I had none

I know a nigga had made some mistakes
A curious child, I was young and dumb
Bet you’ll always see a smile on my face
Even through the rainy days, I’ll shine like the sun

In the back of my mind 
I’m replaying the memories of you 
Stabbing me right in my back
Bleached a patch up in my hair
Representing the feelings that I had attached 

Behind every righteous cause I’m standing tall 
I feel like the new Malcolm X
She know that I hustle hard, can’t love a broad
That’s why a young nigga flex

I admit I hate (spend)ing time on the Net
But might post you up, Ain’t nothing like you
Might put a Rollie all over my wrist
Just to see how time be pursuing you

Tryna take a vacay with gang
We just might go hop on a plane and go to Peru
She hurt me a certain degree
I ain’t talking about class at Purdue 

Uh

Osama Bin Laden, you know that we sliding with choppas
Fuck all that internet shit, I don’t do all the drama 
It ain’t no stopping, you know that I’m stacking the commas

Real ass nigga
this shit ain’t common
Ya’ll just some shit I should sell at an auction
Sell out? That shit ain’t an option
You sell out that shit ain’t a problem
I’ve been a dog, I just broke out the collar
Big ol’ knowledge but I ain’t a scholar

Bad bitch she like the wallet
When I fuck her she calling me daddy but I ain’t her father
If you fuck on me good I might take you to shop at Prada

Nowadays I don’t really be fucking with niggas 
These niggas will leave you for dead
Them niggas know I’m the youngest in charge
They know that I’m standing on whatever I said

Ain’t going back cuz ain’t nobody there
You wanna get a bag, how the fuck is you scared?
I’m standing on shit, ain’t no nigga I fear
They saying I’m him, what the fuck you can’t hear?

Yea I fuck with the 4 but they say I’m the one
A lot of them niggas ain’t fucking with me
Even when I had none

I know a nigga had made some mistakes
A curious child, I was young and dumb
Bet you’ll always see a smile on my face
Even through the rainy days, I’ll shine like the sun

When I Had Nun Ft. YungestNCharge & Rxmdy (Prod. @prodbylegos)

All Platforms here: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/shaiguy1/for-love-are-you-prepared-to-die/

Lyrics:

(You can dig that knife deep in my chest, i promise you’ll never hear me scream)
(I wish that we had subtitles for life so you can watch what you say to me)
(I guess you’re another dumb trial in life, love can bring so much pain it seems)
(Lit my heart like bonfires at night, your eyes like moon shining at peek)
(You might catch us dancing with the shadows)

Don’t ask me about the past 
I barely know those memories 
Got a doctor on speed-dial for all this pain
Still trying to find a remedy, I’m not prepared to die
The devils daughter shows me death when I stare in her eyes
I think my tombstone looking lovely

I done lost my heart I’m just hollowed bones
Somehow I still feel this goddamn high and all this pain
Will it go away? We’ll never know
How’d I die? Frozen, should’ve let her go
That love shit a drug it hits so hard
No matter if I can count on you
You can always count on me no Bruno Mars

I talk to God late night often righting my wrongs
Succubus hoe trying to link me, she wanna fuckmegood.com
Can’t lose the battle cause I’m the one
My future self talking to me at 18
Can’t dwell on those mistakes when we was young and dumb

You ever use your heart and then get it lost? 
Playing riddled games straight from the jump
if you’re a witch than I’m the damn Wizard of Oz
Your magical features got me caught, girl I’m loving the sight of you
Like how in hell you turn so cold? I never seen this side of you

You can dig that knife deep in my chest 
I promise you’ll never hear me Scream
I wish that we had subtitles for life 
So you can watch what you say to me
I guess you’re another dumb trial in life 
Love can bring so much pain it seems
Lit my heart like bonfires at night 
Your eyes like moon shining at peek

You might catch us dancing with the shadows 
It still feels like yesterday it was high-school 
I was contemplating hanging myself just like the Gallows
In this open sea of life she’s shallow
My scars look like stripes of a fucking ref
I love you fair every-time you’re treating me foul

Don’t ask me about the past 
I barely know those memories 
Got a doctor on speed-dial for all this pain
Still trying to find a remedy, I’m not prepared to die
The devils daughter shows me death when I stare in her eyes
I think my tombstone looking lovely

I done lost my heart I’m just hollowed bones
Somehow I still feel this goddamn high and all this pain
Will it go away? We’ll never know
How’d I die? Frozen, should’ve let her go
That love shit a drug it hits so hard
No matter if I can count on you
You can always count on me no Bruno Mars

For love, are you prepared to die?

For Love Are You Prepared To Die? [Prod. dozefy]

NFH - CAG (2024 - 11 - 16)

The Res Mix (blues)

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Your Love

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N.F.H - Your Love

Lyrics :

She said that I'm sexy, like it when I flex
Benjamins my bestie
Ex bitch want to hide out when she text me
When I shop I'm dropping bags at the store
So much water on me
They just throw me rags for my clothes
Spanish hoes want me, cuz I'm 'bout my pesos
Fat tags on me like I spent my whole pay stub
Brodie hating on the net, walk out with his face closed
Zeus gon' ride out with that Tec, mute face, case closed
I know life a mystery, I can't fuck with fake ho's
In-laws got some history, man they known to spank hoes
Me and Glock like salt and pepper
You step close then we just mace those
I'm a real stepper, you ask the block
You rocking fake 4's

Brodie he got iron
He slide with draco
I can't do no friends
You got bring cash
Or I'm gon' say no
Really getting dope
But you know
I don't really play though
I was high as shit
I poured a Deuce inside the Faygo
Said you need some drop
We can make it for you
Two 'o clock, right up on the dot
Is when we take it to you
If you want some smoke
We got dope, Ima bring it with me
Making remedies with Rxmdy
I'm breaking basis with it

I got cake, bad ass bitch, give me face
Roll a J, and I bet that bitch gon' rotate
She run game, I run plays, stack shit till we buss the safe
I told god keep me safe, I keep some za, keep a drake
You diss on dead's? Send them, shots booming at your place
Rxmdy, we gon' rage, Banduplee, he the sage
Hop out car, and its fuming up your place
Smoking za, shit not laced, this that gas, straight propane

Nigga I got lean and Sprite in sippy cup
This little hoe gon' hold me down, but she tryna keep me up
Used to hope out Civics, we tryna hop out Bentley trucks
Leave them on a pendant, he ain't tryna give it up
I don't got no feelings, niggas ain't gon' give us none
Hop out with my killers, nigga where is you gon' run?
Hop out with his gang then he gon' get left in a bunch
Tryna get Rich like September, switching up the months

Fake Ho’s ft. Banduplee & YungestNCharge ( Prod.308 )

Lyrics :

Bout the team bitch I'm gon' rep
Bout the team bitch I'm gon' step
NFH, no I can't do no friends
Niggas hating they on the fence
Niggas gay man no offense

We keep straps in case niggas want to switch on us
Keep some cheese keep Swiss on us
That hoe green, that bitch on us
She a fiend, that hoe go nuts
Bout y'all dreams y'all hold your nuts
Don't watch no opps get rich on us
I watched niggas go bitch on us

I watched niggas go switch before I put switch on niggas
I'd put Glock in my dip before I'd go dip on niggas
I'd put Glock in my lap before I go snorting on crack
Bad bitch told me that she like gas, I heard that she like to get thrashed

Chocolate little hoe with a fat ol' ass
Light skin tone I'm still about my bag
Wrist two tone still cost a tab
I could be rich I'm still keeping tags
I could be broke y'all still keeping tabs on us
Mad cuz we have a bag on us
Savage we keep a mag on us

She ratchet-
She ratchet she like to-
She ratchet she like to spazz on us
She ratchet when we fuck its rough
Swear to god that she can't get enough
Feel like go go gadget
I got a go go gadget
Man I'm a D1 crash out
Aim for these bitches Ima go-go crack it
Been in too deep with this cash now
Walk in the bank Ima go-go cash it
And I bet you, you ain't gon' match it

Bout the team bitch I'm gon' rep
Bout the team bitch I'm gon' step
NFH, no I can't do no friends
Niggas hating they on the fence
Niggas gay man no offense

We keep straps in case niggas want to switch on us
Keep some cheese keep Swiss on us
That hoe green, that bitch on us
She a fiend, that hoe go nuts
Bout y'all dreams y'all hold your nuts
Don't watch no opps get rich on us
I watched niggas go bitch on us

Switch On Us ?! ( Prod.Texo )

Lyrics : 

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off

I just spread that pape
You know that's law
Talking on the gang
I might break your glass jaw
I don't do this for the fame
I got to get my racks up
Call me samson, cuz I might just tax you

It ain't nothing to go get your racks up
Bad bitch like that rough sex
You know she come with fat stuff
Ain't Thanksgiving but I can hear that mac truck
Shake shit like its rationed, might just throw some racks up

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off

Can't do friends no more
Cuz y'all all like pythons
Can't even put no trust in them
That's how you get your back crossed
Talking hard get wiped like wax on and wax off !
Love a toxic hoe, we fuck and all you hear is back talk

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off

It ain't nothing to go get your racks up
Bad bitch like that rough sex
You know she come with fat stuff
Ain't Thanksgiving but I can hear that mac truck
Shake shit like its rationed, might just throw some racks up

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off !

Blast Off ! ( Prod.ssjlamar )

Lyrics :

At night on the highway
Thinking about life
Turn up the music
Drive so fast
I might go back in time
Remember way back when
When I thought about now
I would think I would die
Huh, Walking with death on my mind
16, contemplating on suicide

Huh, had to change up the energy
My old friends done switched up
Fuck a friend, change the title to enemies
Huh, been a dog, you a runt
Two different breeds, check the pedigree
When I'm down my bae light the blunt
And then give me neck cuz y'all stressing me

Huh, temptation gon' fuck up your blessings
Some shit ain't no mistake, you chose the direction
Huh, I had to learn a few lessons
Lesson one they're gon' switch as expected
The next lesson I'm doing the testing
Off the vert bitch I'm paying attention

Huh, fuck what you heard
Man, we live and we learn
I had to go through pain
To make sure I go turn up
Hell scape, I had to go through pain
That shit done left some burns
And I don't have time to go settle down
I got to put in the work

Hop in a brand new car
Switch lanes, man I put it in swerve
Bad bitch got no waist, got a pretty face
Dive in, got a dip in the curves
Had to take a step back from the net
Swear y'all get on my nerves
Been cooking up in the stu
So you know I got to dish it and serve

Said she got that ocean
Fuck a trip, we surf
I can't fuck with hoes
That's just gon' bip the curb
Rather be alone
Stack up my chips and splurge
Bro said he got the drop
Then we commit a purge

At night on the highway
Thinking about life
Turn up the music
Drive so fast
I might go back in time
Remember way back when
When I thought about now
I would think I would die
Huh, Walking with death on my mind
16, contemplating on suicide

Thinking ‘Bout Life ( Prod.Kanbuu )

Lyrics :

This shit ain't for nothing
Y'all don't get shit for hating
So it's all for nothing
I got to get every dime from the muscle
This a product from the rubble
Shoutout to all of my niggas who get it
I ain't ever doubting your hustle
I ain't ever doubting y'all struggle

Just turned summer
Mowing the grass
Hoping the snakes not under
Huh
I been pushing weight
Moving that steel
You might hear thunder
Shout to my nigga Zeus
You don't want war with each other
Niggas getting lit, taking shots of the Deuce
Rock hardcore with my brothers

I hate to go switch on ya
But I never really had no limiter
Young bull, me and twin bumping the Skrillex
I should've known we was different from ya
Sweet tooth, I remember bread and sugar
Smoosh it, that's a light snack for ya
For us, cooking in the lab for once
Two bad kids, didn't think it'd go bad for ya

All grown up, I got to stack my chicken
Been down bad for months
When I'm up count that bag, I don't do no fronts
Niggas gon' cop out, plot for months
Niggas hating got to block out cunts
Won't show they face, got to clock out, lunch
My niggas tie they lace and grab they guns
Don't care about where you from

Said you grew up in the suburbs?
My niggas came from the slums
I been about my green, gwuap, feddi
Y'all about the crumbs
If we step, we spreading Armageddon
I bet you that we dropping bombs

This shit ain't for nothing
Y'all don't get shit for hating
So it's all for nothing
I got to get every dime from the muscle
This a product from the rubble
Shoutout to all of my niggas who get it
I ain't ever doubting your hustle
I ain't ever doubting y'all struggle

This shit ain't for nothing
Y'all don't get shit for hating
So it's all for nothing
I got to get every dime from the muscle
This a product from the rubble
Shoutout to all of my niggas who get it
I ain't ever doubting your hustle
I ain't ever doubting y'all struggle

Just turned summer
Mowing the grass
Hoping the snakes not under
Huh
I been pushing weight
Moving that steel
You might hear thunder
Shout to my nigga Zeus
You don't want war with each other
Niggas getting lit, taking shots of the Deuce
Rock hardcore with my brothers

4 Nuffin ( Prod.NAPALM )

Lyrics :

I know sometimes it get hard
To be the realest in the room
So many people
So many fake ass niggas
Ready to up the tomb
So many reasons to go up and squeeze it
Too many reasons to go up the 'nina
Might just up the heater

Huh
World Been Froze, I been cold
Too many people picking sides
So I got to do it alone
Bitch, if we like the Superbowl
We head to head, but I up the score
I know my dreams ain't far from reach
Cuz we in contact with UFOs

UPC, barcode 'em
UPS, gon' car load 'em
Osama, got bombs on me
911, drop bombs on 'em
That's a rental, a car loaner"I just smoke the za and this a hotbox", car smoker

Opps gon' talk a lot we smoke them
After the gossip then we roll them
Some of y'all out of pocket
Like some chips at poker
I may be sad but I ain't emo
Ain't rocking no chocker
Huh
If I'm sad enough, I roll up the lotus
Y'all been bugging out
We spray them down just like some locusts
Bro 'nem worried about buying cars
But I'm just worried about staying focused
I think my wallet need a modem
While my pockets loading
Told my wife we gon' make a Fortune
That ring just a token

I know I'm gon' kill it
But y'all finna kill me
If y'all really feel it nigga
Huh
And I ain't no female nigga
Y'all some bitches, some female niggas
If I say fuck the presale and this for retail
I'm still gon' sell it nigga
I should've known y'all would sell a nigga
Need some green? Need a salad nigga?

I know sometimes it get hard
To be the realest in the room
So many people
So many fake ass niggas
Ready to up the tomb
So many reasons to go up and squeeze it
Too many reasons to go up the 'nina
Might just up the heater

Huh
World Been Froze, I been cold
Too many people picking sides
So I got to do it alone
Bitch, if we like the Superbowl
We head to head, but I up the score
I know my dreams ain't far from reach
Cuz we in contact with UFOs

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Vorso — Flatworms

Thank you all so much for the support on the EP so far!
Out 19th November 2025

Sample Pack: https://vorso.gumroad.com/l/fizzbuzz
Download: vorso.bandcamp.com/album/fizzbuzz
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Audio by Vorso
Artwork by Ed Cheverton

Fizzbuzz EP is a continuation of the themes of my album 'Holonomy', featuring artwork by Ed Cheverton set in the same environment as the Holonomy gatefold artwork.

More to come soon - I've created a Fizzbuzz sample pack that I will be releasing alongside the EP, developed with all the stems and excess audio experimentation that I created while working on the tunes.

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Vorso — Flatworms

Hello,

NFH = Not From Here 

I'm Italian born and raised in Monaco south of France and currently between Monaco and Miami.

Music had been always part of my life since my childhood and have followed me everywhere on anything I do.

You will see in all my musical creation a different tendency that represent that temporal energies I’m able to transmit.

I was at Nasty Funk Records as artist/repertoire, a UK based label focusing their music on House, Tech House, Indie Dance and Techno. If any of you wish you to submit me demos or want to do a project, you have my info below to get in touch. 

At the time we received huge worldwide support from BBC Radio 1, DJ Mag, Ibiza Global Radio, Jamie Jones, Groove Armada, Pete Tong, Solomun, Seth Troxler, Richie Hawtin, Joseph Capriati, MK, Marco Carola, Hot Since 82, Danny Tenaglia, Claude Von Stroke, Dubfire, Low Steppa, Camelphat, Amine Edge & DANCE, DJ. T, Tensnake +++

Today I'm continuing playing music for my friend and can be booked only with appropriated notice.

For booking, gig and demos, message me here on Soundcloud or e-mail me here: info@nfhmusic.com

Enjoy my page and leave us feedback they are really much appreciated. 

Thank you.
C <3

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