LINKS

GXNER:
IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

Kill Dyll (@kill_dyll)
IG: www.instagram.com/killxdyll/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/1r5YzslA0QwyIZISgHJrU7

art @spiiral

LYRICS:
Gxner:

Imma hop out the whip
He ain't run, ain't run, ain't run, ain't run get low
Big stock and a clip
My gun, my gun, my gun, my gun unload
New rocks for the kicks
I step, I step, I step, I step on throats
Get rocked in the pit
His neck, chin checked, now his face laying down, it broke
And he think he hard cuz he yelled on the beat but that's something that I would've scrapped
And I dropped a bag on this Audi, I'm pushing a hundred, I'm doing the dash
I grip it like I'm outta Saudi, I'm putting a bullet inside of his back
And they never finding his body, if I miss my shotty then he gettin stabbed

Dyll:
Body's catch bullets like a light to a moth
Fuckers try to press me, never knowin what it cost
Pushin ever bullet, every blade til they rot
Dead lullabies in their mind when I'm out

When out imma kill
What I'm bout bouta fill

Ever body with a shell
Is it fake, is it real
Bouta Swallow every pill
Just to feel something still
Imma take what I can
What I can't I am feelin
Im pealing back scalps
What I'm about
In constant agony
That's what I shout

Kill for the culture
And Kill for the clout
Dyll ain no vulture
He'll make you a spout
Imma be making it with or without
The fuckers against me
You Better watch out

Re up no payment
I'm pushin his face in
The curb in the pavement
The fuckers that hate me
Are really displacing
My thrown next to satan
Fuck you I hate em
I leave em encased in
A tomb, not located
A stain on my sneaker
You're nothing but faded
Nothing but jaded

Existence erased
I'm nothing but cold
Imma be Killin it til I am old
See him so brazy
Think that he tall
That fucker is lazy
I'll make him real small

Duck all these bullets
My k like to blow
His friends in the back all fold
And scream
GET LOW

Gxner:
Big stock and a clip
My gun, my gun, my gun, my gun unload
New rocks for the kicks
I step, I step, I step, I step on throats
Get rocked in the pit
His neck, chin checked, now his face laying down, it broke
And he think he hard cuz he yelled on the beat but that's something that I would've scrapped
And I dropped a bag on this Audi, I'm pushing a hundred, I'm doing the dash
I grip it like I'm outta Saudi, I'm putting a bullet inside of his back
And they never finding his body, if I miss my shotty then he gettin stabbed

GET LOW (FEAT. KILL DYLL) (PROD. CRVLLLY)

LYRICS:
This choppa gonna bang it take your exhale
And you disgust me, tie my neck up with your entrails
Sniper really on your head like some pig tails
Sniper really leave him dead, he get blicked there
Watch my mental fade to grey
Hate myself I'm not okay
Gotta pistol in my right, in the left I got a shank
And he talking all online like I don't know where he stay
If he really got a problem make his shoulder dislocate
We leave him stranded
We gon' cut his arms off, bro gon' need a bandage
Imma leave him paralyzed, hoe I can not stand him
Lock on aim like a tattoo, hoe we got him branded
All I'm feelin is the jet lag, hoe I just landed
I'm inside of your place, cut the power
We make his body drop dead, Twin Towers
Sticks on me, got sticks on me you'll meet your final hours
Glick on me there's 30 rounders tucked inside my trousers

Yaux:
Body scorched yuh
Imma leave em torched yuh yuh
Sight distort yuh
Blood spill out in quarts

Show you to my basement imma take you on a tour
Blade up to your throat I know it hurts I’m wanting more

Dumb hoe what you want tho I can be your final breath uh
Pussy you a rookie I can smoke you like some meth uh
Switch up like a tassel your shit stink just like an asshole 
Suck me up like it a blackhole she can fit like all my length uh 

Been with the shit so long, got me toxic
You don’t got the key lil bitch need a lock pick
Smoking on cat piss you got that dog shit
Knocking on your backdoor bitch you better lock it

I gave her D so she call me professor
Im like a diamond I’m good under pressure
Bitch im a god so I’m changing the weather
Hop in the pit I’m still wearing a sweater

Gxner:
Watch my mental fade to grey
Hate myself I'm not okay
Gotta pistol in my right, in the left I got a shank
And he talking all online like I don't know where he stay
If he really got a problem make his shoulder dislocate

SCORCHED (FEAT. YAUX + CRAIG SCISSORHANDS + BISSIBOI) (PROD. $TRANDED)

LINKS:

GXNER:
IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

DNFJAY (@dnfjay):
IG: www.instagram.com/dnfjay/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/3ijzC6W6J…fqF-QiIXpfw&nd=1
Twitter: twitter.com/awilddnfjay

art: afxtik
prod: takizava + veno

LYRICS:

GXNER:
Yeah, lower the barrel to my gut
I got problems open up the pills then I dump
Said I'm rotten, imma turn your fam into dust
Stick gon' jam let it bust, mental fail I mean none
Late at night I can't help but lie awake
All my friends are prolly fake
Got no reason for a faith
Half the looks are prolly shade
Yelling just to go escape
I love giving my best effort just to end up second place

JAY:
cancer in my ribcage
to make me feel all right
and would you tell me how you feel if i
lay cold on the bathroom floor
shine light on the cocaine
can you help me
get a nosebleed
are you scared when you're with me

WALKIN WITH A BOMB IN MY HANDS
ITS A PROBLEM IN FACT
WHY YOU WASTING MY TIME
NO I CANT GET IT BCK

GXNER:
Yeah, I throw my phone at the window can't deal with the stress
I gotta battle my head
I gotta strattle these thoughts and then fall to the depths
Quick gotta catch on my breath
I wanna take my own face off, need it to break off
I wanna take out my flesh
I don't think I'll ever get it right
I don't think I'll ever get it right
I don't think I'll ever get it right
I don't think I'll ever get it right

JAY:
GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME
THERES NO SAVING ME
BANGIN ON MY DOOR
BITCH YOU WANTED MORE
ASK ME WHAT ITS WORTH
BURIED IN THE EARTH
THERES NO SAVING ME
SAVE THOSE FUCKIN WORDS

BREAKDOWN WHY YOU CRYIN OUT
CAUSE YOU SAID IT AGAIN FOR THE LAST TIME
BUT IM NOT HERE
DROWNIN UNDERWATER
BUT IT SEEMS FINE BY ME

FORGOT TO ASK IF YOUD DIE FOR ME

NO SAVING ME (FEAT. DNFJAY) (PROD. TAKIZAVA + VENO)

[INTRO]
Run, Stay
Run, Stay
Run, Stay
Run, Stay
Run, Stay

[NECK]
Run

[CHORUS]
If i could break it down n rip it i assume we all fall
Two falls equalls two falls
Three blows equalls two crawls
Watch me going in
Inside your brain
Don't fuckin' talk back


[VERSE]
Run or stay
They be throwin' them fuckin blades
Squeeze your face
Kill delayed
Don't be playin with me i got 2 saws
Watch me catchin' the heat like kiddo
Kiss your toe
Reload kick throat
Blending them minerals, spit in your face
You will be erased

You catchin the fade

[BRIDGE]
Jah, aye yai ya

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

Ain't he fuckin' drowning
She said, yuh yuh yuh yuh
Ain't he fuckin' running she said, yuh yuh yuh yuh
Ain't he fuckin' running she said, yuh yuh yuh yuh

[CHORUS]
If i could break it down n rip it i assume we all fall
Two falls equalls two falls
Three blows equalls two crawls
Watch me going in
Inside yo brain
Don't fuckin' talk back

[RUN UP 2]
Jah aye yai ya

Yuh yuh yuh yuh

Ain't he fuckin' drowning
She said, yuh yuh yuh yuh
Ain't he fuckin' running she said, yuh yuh yuh yuh
Ain't he fuckin' running she said, yuh yuh yuh yuh

[CHORUS]
If i could break it down n rip it i assume we all fall
Two falls equalls two falls
Three blows equalls two crawls
Watch me going in
Inside yo brain
Don't fuckin' talk back

https://open.spotify.com/album/4ZgqDiGfWYX6P5c2yUAju4?si=nsDdDDlaTHuvnBEAJkDpuw

nunchaku style song

SUICIDE PARTY

SUICIDE PARTY [PROD. DIEDINOCTOBER]

spotify
https://open.spotify.com/artist/484eupAPJ0ZUFos0rXagm6?si=C56rRtLrT76dW0-_fZbj7Q&nd=1

instagram @smokebomb00
instagram @cxrrvptxd713
instagram @deemxnn
instagram @prod.mxnty

•

[Intro: Cxrrvptxd]
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ
the sun of the gun will test yo frontin
the son of the gun gonna do you wrong
the son of the gun make the barrel run up
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ

[Verse 1: Smoke Bomb]
Sexy little trick hate my guts, I make her sick
Sexy little baddie, love the way she's on my-, on my-, on my-
Sexy little trick hate my guts, I make her sick
Sexy little baddie, love the way she's on my-, on my dick (Smoke)

[Hook: Smoke Bomb]
Tell me who takes the pain away?
Who makes your body shake?
Who feels a type of way?
Who's gonna catch the fade?
Tell me who took ya life away?
Who makes your body shake?
Who feels a type of way?
Who's gonna catch the fade? (Aye)

[Verse 2: Cxrrvptxd]
don't let me appear, they running in fear
im becoming a seer
you, big as madea
don't get no fucking ideas, pistol is singing aliyah
start of the year
feeling like jones with some gear
dont say that we peers, there's levels, i'll make them apear
don't get too sincere
i'll slap you if i see some tears, lets be very fucking clear
you talk too much, sound like a damn auctioneer
so please just get better
i'll bring out my weapons, the homies be calling me tyr
and speaking of tiers, ask all yo squad if they gotchu in one
if they don't, better make a fucking riot but know what i run
top of this shit with the clique
nothing matter, just know that darkness eclipses the sun

[Bridge: Cxrrvptxd]
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ
the sun of the gun will test yo frontin
the son of the gun gonna do you wrong
the son of the gun make the barrel run up
the sun of the gun, gonna show you summ

[Hook: Smoke Bomb]
Tell me who takes the pain away?
Who makes your body shake?
Who feels a type of way?
Who's gonna catch the fade?
Tell me who took ya life away?
Who makes your body shake?
Who feels a type of way?
Who's gonna catch the fade?

[Verse 3: Deemxnn]
i'm-i'm-i’m bout to head to the back to control all my thoughts bitch i don’t wanna talk anymore 
yeah i been knowing they still running low
they gon slide for they mans so i gotta reload
who gave him the drop without saying that shit gonna come with a cost if he wanted the smoke
these bitches don’t think when they’re crossing the fence, they all been on a string
i don’t think there’s a rope 
yeah 
i got that motherfucka’ locked
i’m getting whatever i want
im shocked that yo block going soft
they moving too quick without thought
i’ll slide for my queen like a wasp
that pussy ass nigga a fraud
i’m feining so fuck all the talk, bitch
took out the glizzy from out of the tote
yeah that boy ain’t outside so i’ll wait at his door (woah)
if he head to the back then he’s right in a scope
yeah i know all my niggas gon do what they won’t (woah)
imma do what you won’t 
they all getting low when i aim at his dome
now they not in their zone (woah)
they abandoned the post
bitch i don’t think there will be any hope
call me the ghost cause the way i’m plotting on all these bitches right dead on the phone
check for a pulse if you do what you said yo gon do in the night if you wanted me gone
boy you been cap, you ain’t riding with killers or drillers that shit is not where you belong
i do not fuck with nobody that’s riding my dick it’s been calm when i been on the low

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Vagabond feat. Corzai + Deevt [P. Mxnty]

Superman (prod. KillingFrancis)

FLASH FLOOD! (FEAT. SAI) [PROD. TREETIME]

I HATE YOU [PROD. 5:10] (FOLLOW MY INSTAGRAM @ERRORSVI)

HEART [PROD. HECTOR VAE]

disgusting rat

Lyrics 

(Hook)

Watching my dreams hit the surface 
I cannot fuck with a serpent 
You are nothing that you claiming 
Talk on set then we banging 

Look at your struggle you bitch 
acting so tough till I empty this clip 
So hard to talk with your mouth on my dick 
Looking for words while you’re slitting your wrist 
Fucking hate people just look at my flick 
Upping my pole then I’m running your shit 
Should’ve kept vermin that name fucking fit 
You will be nothing just look at your clique 

(Hook) 


How about this huh 
I will go rip out your fibers 
How about this huh 
Go return music to sybyr huh 
Bow down to this 
Little Lewis drinking up piss huh yuh 
Wretch made you huh 
fell off so quick that’s all you talking shit bitch

SPYKE RUNNER [PROD. FUSE]

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