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rice krispy freestyle

old Steve back in motion

(OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)
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prod. by spendin muney & MELD

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bloody valentines

produced by yung cortex 
mixed by ghosty gz

blood bank (prod. yung cortex)

VID ON YT https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6WJBe7cw4I DIRTYNORTHSHIT2K25 FREE K

GRAFFITI

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cover art by pat

Addicted to xannies and nicotine
I got your hoe in the back
I got your hoe and she lickin' me
I got your hoe in the back
I made a bitch not wanna look at me
Yeah, I'm kissin' feet
Yeah, she kissin' me

Bought a bitch ass for fifty
Another whole twenty on titties
like I'm tryna pull your city
She not tryna fuck she get with me
Not tryna get stuck when it's sticky
She sent me up, I got the blicky
She sent me her ass, it's nifty
She sent me her ass, it's fittin' 
If you not tryna die, get with me
If you not tryna die, you livin'

This bitch a high in my business
You on my high, my limit
Feel like a bomb im tickin
The pussy a bomb im in it
Where you bitch panties go?
I'm sorry bro, that's your hoe
I'm sorry, your bitch is on go
I fucked her, but I didn't know
Fuck me then leave me a note
Ecstasy breakin' a gnome
Ecstasy, breakin' your door
Ecstasy,  breakin' your home 
Bitch, where's my phone? 
My plug, he still on the road 
Yeah, still on the road Yeah, sellin that low 
I got that ache in my nose 
Put a dollar bill up in my nose
Yeah, uh, snortin that coke
Under the table she blow
Yeah, boy you got doe
Boy you gotta row
Bitch get out my home
You smokin a roach
Im telling your coach
Im tellin your bro
Bought a bitch ass for fifty
Another whole twenty on titties
like I'm tryna pull your city
She not tryna fuck she get with me
Not tryna get stuck when it's sticky
She sent me up, I got the blicky
She sent me her ass, it's nifty
She sent me her ass, it's fittin' 
If you not tryna die, get with me
If you not tryna die, you livin'

Pat’s on my side when im in it
Scitzo bitch pushin me to my limit
She say that she hate me im witty
Go nuts when im drunk like im Lizzie
Hookin up at the function with Joey?
Cross an shit with the guys like its rowin
Im not serious but ho’s they all going
25 an you still in motion
yeah she bad she she put it in motion
Im a sophomore but i am still fresh man
Smoke a blunt when i lay on my death bed
Cross my fingers i lie on a dead friend
Take a trip fuck a ho on the west end
Fly her back fuck a ho on the east side
Take my car bruh this thing just on decline
If you postin your ex thats a bad sign
Gettin better with age like a fine wine
These girls are so silly its prime time
Dont rap i just get on that rhyme time
Make a dream where my whole life a rom com
On my block yeah im all on that mall cop

get wit me ft. jackie (prod. yxngwaga)

cover art by pat

i aint lost money bitch i got it all back
brand new coupe an im drawin all blacks
she wanna text me i aint textin her back
my brother love me he tell me she bad
i know she bad but i gotta relax
if i quit them drugs do i gotta relapse 
if i quit these ho’s before i crack
talkin bout parties its already sunday
actin like i wont see you on monday
two one guns feel like im green day
fuck a ho bad dont know her b-day

this a field day i get filthy
not designer, saks off fifth yeah
pink in my fit cus the pink fifties
i remember the dressin all pink fit days
i dont even fuck with that bitch she a treesh
been blowin thru cash now i got breesh
blew down the water i came out the beach
walk like a zombie i got no sleep
play with the bucks i play with the heat
play the fire you dont know its me
this bitch smokin turn down the heat
boy its on fire, eighty degrees

i aint lost money bitch i got it all back
brand new coupe an im drawin all blacks
she wanna text me i aint textin her back
my brother love me he tell me she bad
i know she bad but i gotta relax
if i quit them drugs do i gotta relapse 
if i quit these ho’s before i crack
talkin bout parties its already sunday
actin like i wont see you on monday
two one guns feel like im green day
fuck a ho bad dont know her b-day

i dont even want to talk and see
pass the ball if you dont want to get handsy
you ran thru you not fancy
friends or foux like lancey
i keep the tools like mandy
you know i keep em handy
friends or more i cant see
but i drink the henny
anyway i get money
four pockets full of pennies
my pockets full of twenties
but i think its plenty
but i think its enough
walk innat store with scruff
walk innat store with stuff
now its stuck in mud
pants stuck in money
cant believe we got fans in london

i aint lost money bitch i got it all back
brand new coupe an im drawin all blacks
she wanna text me i aint textin her back
my brother love me he tell me she bad
i know she bad but i gotta relax
if i quit them drugs do i gotta relapse 
if i quit these ho’s before i crack
talkin bout parties its already sunday
actin like i wont see you on monday
two one guns feel like im green day
fuck a ho bad dont know her b-day

hitch (prod. dom julez)

cover art by pat

put them racks up in my goyard
pink witney at the function
we gon go hard
she said whats up in my chain thats that chrome heart
i aint got no stylist thats a lone bar
she ask what she is to me, you my whole heart
whip the honda odyssey like a gokart 
on the couch smokin weed yeen gon go far
i got bags on bags on me like a telfar

yeah yeah, yeah yeah, wont gon tell on you
i been cookin up some crack aint gon cook food
21-0, i dont cook you?
spread them fuckin cheeks like a book do
vintage fuckin clothes yeah they not new
designer fuckin clothes yeah they all new
boy you wearin reps yeah we all knew
she gon blow me like a ref, wheres yo dude?
bands up in my pants yeah they all blues
preform your fuckin music make the crowd snooze 
one v fuckin nine you gon all lose
cut the fuckin corners like a saw do
i cut my fuckin wrist when i saw you
i cut my main ho off when i saw you
told my mans about you he said naw dude
fuck it we gon all fuckin ball dude

put them racks up in my goyard
pink witney at the function
we gon go hard
she said whats up in my chain thats that chrome heart
i aint got no stylist thats a lone bar
she ask what she is to me, you my whole heart
whip the honda odyssey like a gokart 
on the couch smokin weed yeen gon go far
i got bags on bags on me like a telfar

telfar bags (prod. ok)

cover art by pat

im rockin that shit like 2016
im wearin the bape
im wearin the preme
he got a whole army 
fuck your whole team
smokin them reds
im under 18
he got a gun
i got a ho bean
that mf shoot
that mf mean
why these mfs? they jealous of me
i see your vagina through hedi slimane

boy thats not hedi
boy that shit fake
if you like seein
dont walk in the mace
dont walk in that huh
walk in the flame
cus if you do
get shot in the face
sip faygo, you rat
you runnin the race
i got yo bitch 
she run in my place
feel like tayk bitch im runnin the race
feel like tayk im not beatin the case
yeah, why this bitch wanna go sit on my face
why this bitch wanna come smoke when its laced
why that bitch know bout the money i make
ho that shit lame
not fuckin with me fuck with my fame
she fuckin on me but just want me chain
she not fuck it for me, not hear what im sayin

im rockin that shit like 2016
im wearin the bape
im wearin the preme
he got a whole army 
fuck your whole team
smokin them reds
im under 18
he got a gun
i got a ho bean
that mf shoot
that mf mean
why these mfs? they jealous of me
i see your vagina through hedi slimane

hedi, hedi
how this bitch wanna come talk about it
boy im unharmed you really not bout
you a fake demon
you aint got no bodies
bodies, bodies
yo bitch’s body on me in the mazi
lay hands on me im gon kamikaze
bite off your head 
like my name is ozzy
im rollin off x
im rollin of molly
you leavin your boy 
just like she bobbi
im on the top floor
you sleep in the lobby
im down in the dms
just like yo gotti
she suckin me up
just like some coffee
all of this weed 
my brain feelin foggy
that boy didnt jump 
he say he was froggy
woke up the next mornin
feelin lil groggy

im rockin that shit like 2016
im wearin the bape
im wearin the preme
he got a whole army 
fuck your whole team
smokin them reds
im under 18
he got a gun
i got a ho bean
that mf shoot
that mf mean
why these mfs? they jealous of me
i see your vagina through hedi slimane

hedi (prod. mist341o)

cover art by pat
[p1]

my friend gotta be fucked up in the head
im losin sleep cant go to bed
cut myself my whole wrist red
everybody want me dead
thats why i walk round with ar50s
he actin mickey, take his minnie
if i want pussy i pay fifty
bail me out the penitentiary 
ion see myself behind no bars
thats why i dont speed in my cars
no pain in my heart
drive far, foreign car
drive far i want par
jugg yo ass outside the bar
jugg yo ass just for a hunnid
yo bitch tryna tell me somethin
im sober im off nothin
off white shades on im still stuntin
off white shades boy these not glasses
that boy sweet yeah he mollasas 
two bitch, too hot, im gettin asses
like bitch can i bend you backwards
like bitch can i im just askin
fuck school i been skippin classes
flickin off them ashes
smokin reds not no backwoods
rippin off them lashes
girl you aint no savage
girl pipe the fuck up yeen even know shit
slide on the block like im on some o shit
slide on the block like yeen gon do shit
for one on one an you on lose it
if i pull out the gun you gon lose it
make you dance like you look stupid
make you dance but you not groovin
move off the k like ive been koovin
drop top maybach i been cruisin
bitches pickin, pickin choosin
bitches hear your music they snoozin
behind the wheel but im still boozin
they like who that?
yeah he coolin
the rafe got me confusin
yo bitch over here yeah seducin
like turn up the music
like who is you foolin 
my prod in the back and he loopin
off the molly i been loopin
all my opps gettin a whoopin


[p2]

want to say im recodin but like
i want to record but like
i fuckin-

smoke away the pain
feel like max payne when im walkin with the bang
i got so much money in the mother fuckin bank
withdraw the money and i fuckin go insane
i got a hip problem why im walkin with a kane

i got a lil problem why im walkin with my brother
i got a lil problem way im fuckin on ya mothers
smoke a motherfucker
smoke a fuckin joint
i got a whole presentation but ian reach my point
aint no plato bitch im still gettin dough
get the money rogue huh
get the money flow
get money green
for the team
for my yeah
-

smoke away the pain
feel like max payne when im walkin with the bang
i got so much money in the mother fuckin bank
withdraw the money and i fuckin go insane
i got a hip problem why im walkin with a kane

max payne (prod. sprkd [p1] & typhelici [p2])

Red Rockstar

whole wrist red - "max payne" v1 (prod. sprkd)

frat - v1 (prod. RT)

bitch im in the clouds yeah
with some angels they dont really care
they sayin its not fair 
throwin everything away
live another day
just to wash it all away 
snortin coke off a tray
oh shit it might be laced 
angels tell me that death is not a race
but mama told me finish first 
bitch you finish what you start
played the ace inside my cards
bitch im drivin far
oxy and some bars take me pluto maybe mars 
out the solar system bitch im soarin thru the stars
why you 
money stackin so i press the bands inside a fuckin rar
zoomin in her car 
her moans singin their own song 
need you here right now its startin to go wrong 

c-c-c-c-c-c-clouds

bitch im in the clouds yeah
with some angels they dont really care
eating angel hair
angel hair
and this bitch dont care
heard this bitch dont care yeah
they sayin its not fair
when you throw it all away
hope to see tomorrow day
hopin that she'll stay
just another day
take my soul away

(i love you so much baby)

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