LET IT ROT! (Prod. تيسبيتس®)

CONVERSATION WITH MYSELF [PROD @DIEPERRY]

BUTTHOLE GIRL [PROD @DIEPERRY]

OFFENSE [PROD @DIEPERRY]

AIM HIGH ! [PROD @DIEPERRY]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

PROD. SAINT URYA
COVER: imaybequinn on Insta
Lyrics:

ATIKI-
Yuh, I just wanna hit my bitch like a vape'
Tolerance too high but im too sober just to take a break'
She in the kitchen fina cook me up a steak'
While im scrolling Twitter on my ass tryna ragebait'
She anorexic played her bones like its a xylophone 
Fuck the pussy I just want a female dead inside my home
Im fina eat this beat like Jeffery dahmer in the zone'
You cant afford to take yo girlfriend out to dinner cause you broke'

Bitch im too busy to give a fuck'
You aint one of us boy you aint man enough'
Acting tuff on the the internet pulling up'
Cause I trust you aint got the balls to bust'
You wanna bet, ill front the plug'
Burn em up and run'
This aint whatchu wpant'
From the back to front'
Spilling guts and blood'
Violence over guns'
Hooks ill write the punch'
Do this shit for fun'

Qui-
Boo, now you is ghost
Middle of autumn but I never fall
Winter ain’t start still I’m already cold
It don’t matter the time, every second’s my call
Every day I shape my depths
Moisturized my face in sweat
Look at all the blood I’ve bled
Look at all the tears I’ve shed
How many times have I forseen this?
How many lies til you believe it?
Spared all these nights, guess they don’t mean shit
Mistake of mine? I haven’t seen it
Prolonged ammunition, what I’ve held in my possession
Every day I’m praying I ain’t ever in yo setting
If you think you know your worth, just know that shit’s a lie
It wasn’t ever up to you to define or decide
It’s really up to people you ain’t spoke to in your life
And they gon figure out the estimate after you die
Yeah, these be people that ain’t ever come up in yo mind
They never bat an eye before they misconstrue your prime
Dislocating your timeline, ain’t shit there that looks aligned
And nothing’s to be done because it’s been way past your time

POSTHUMOUS (FEAT. QUI) P. SAINT URYA

Headshot
Make that his ass leglock, RPG no GTA the ATF on dick top
Fuck a wrist watch, fuck yo trends on Tik Tok
Fuck what makes you feel okay, you move like sick moth
Shoot like Richtofen, you gon need a big coffin
Take his skin off him, talking out his neck cost him
On my dick lozenge, rip him out the Benz, stomp him
With the clique mobbing off a shot, off 10, caution
Offer shots often the shots that take your kins
Knock him out his socks I rocked his block, got put to bed
Cock the hammer, this no mallet have it smash your head in
On the banner its your family, this how bloodlines end
You too comfy talking tough lets get you educated
Scarify from feet to eyes just make sure blade serrated
Fuck ideals and fuck your morals, need to be berated
Happy ass muh fuckers, i fucking hate it
He has risen hoe, he who frees the Wendigo
He who lays the knee on necks, accepting they must go
Every living soul, every single thing you know
Green like Piccolo, my weed stink like pickles hoe
Shoot like Richtofen, you gon need a big coffin
Take his skin off him, talking out his neck cost him
On my dick lozenge, rip him out the Benz, stomp him
With the clique mobbing off a shot, off 10, caution

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