[T.R.I.P.]

Bitch i’ll blow your body back
You fuckin with a menace
It’s still fuck a label
UAV Records, we independent
Repping to the death of me
Got a fuckin calvary, no matter what the fuck I do
I cannot fail my family 
Talk about the gang
I’ll put my 4s against your fuckin throat
Come too close to me
I’ll make sure that you meet the Holy Ghost 
Riding with the 44 in the 400 Hunnit
Hitting switches
Mothafuckas break they necks, when they see how them wheels titled 
Break the silence, bring the mothafuckin riots out 
I’m craving violence and T.R.I.P. is about to crash out 
Going hard inside the pit, until I pass out
It’s getting bloody and buddy tried calling time out 
I see the reaper staring right into my face
Go and tell the devil that he gotta wait
I cut a deal and I somehow still got away 
It’s UAV until the mothafuckin grave

[VAGUE]

Do or die
Give up on the things
You’ve never seen
Minor recollection
On the things that you never bring
Like who am I?
Just a humble being and a fiend
Lookin in the glass
Cause it just ain’t what it seem
Look back
Cause you got fucked up
Never cross the line
Switching lanes
Is always bad luck
Don’t deny
All the creatures livin in your spine
The time is fucken comin
Turn the sixes to the nines
It’s hard given up
And feelin pressure from the overload
Getting mixed up in emotions till you overdose
Like a parasite feedin on a haunted host
It’s grabbin every fucken inch of me
To cut the throat
Cut the throat
Just to shoutout my haters
Leave ‘em in the fucken river
Then go stab ‘em later
Doesn’t matter what you do
It’s in the blood with the traitors
And always askin for a hand
But not returnin the favor

Do or Die

Do or Die [Prod. Netuh]

[HOOK]

Doubled down always lookin to chase
Bangin on my walls, see the look in my face
Try to change the world
without leavin a trace
I stopped dreamin
Hope you feel the truth in the bass
Always lookin down
You lookin far away
Hold onto that mindset
That shit gon fade
Crashed out last
Cause you sleepin in a race
It’s better out my mind dawg
You don’t know the traits

[VAGUE]

Can’t stand that we live in a broke world
Everybody fucken us
And it’s makin your toes curl
So don’t be actin like everything
Is fine
It’s Fucken up the mind
Then they claim it’s all by design
If you notice
They gon hide behind a mask
Shuttin down all the things
You’d like to ask
And what will come from truth
Will lead to fact
Now you lost in the times
You can’t get back
What a task it be
Just to let go
There’s lots of means
I just don’t know
On many nights
It feels so cold
Picken up myself
It just won’t hold

[HOOK]

Doubled down always lookin to chase
Bangin on my walls, see the look in my face
Try to change the world
Without leavin a trace
I stopped dreamin
Hope you feel the truth in the bass
Always lookin down
You lookin far away
Hold onto that mindset
That shit gon fade
Crashed out last
Cause you sleepin in a race
It’s better out my mind dawg
You don’t know the traits

[T.R.I.P.]

Say goodnight say your prayers
T.R.I.P. is constantly fuckin 'em up
Why you mad and keep hating?
I’m leveling up
Everything that I touch is turning into dust
Ain’t no method to my madness
Ain’t no one to trust 
Mothafuckas at the bottom talk the most shit
I’ll take your life
And have your whole family coping 
Hang you from the rope, take your soul
Bitch so here we go
Gut these mothafuckas head to toe
Yeah bitch i’m the goat
Night night trip is creeping with the scythe
Pussy boy I think your running out of time 
Shattered glass sticking out your fucking eyes
Still blind to the facts that UAV next in line

Method to My Madness [Prod. Zyller]

FREE DL

UNAVERAGE GANG - DEATH GRIP (1K EDIT)

[T.R.I.P.]

I’ll make your mothafuckin skull crack
T.R.I.P. coming back in all black
Ready to attack, pussy get back 
Killing every single boom bap
Pulling up stuntin on mothafuckas
Like who dat?
Who dat in that 400 sweepin the streets?
UAV be the gang, we unleashing the freaks
Every track we bring flame
We ain’t never gon freeze
Hell town where I be
Yeah i’m holding the keys 
You’ll never see it coming
I’m dumping 40 mag drum
Pussy mothafuckas run they lips
And trying to act tough 
Someone bouta die
I’m riding round screaming redrum
Loyal to the soil
Hold it down till my day comes
Right aiming down the red dot sight 
I might
Take a fucking life tonight 
Oh my
Calling it a genocide
No lie
We don’t really like your kind

[VAGUE]

Crawlin thru the fucken haze
Only waited to fade
How my mind keeps goin
Never seems to amaze
See my life keeps turnin
But it’s stayin in place
I’m not takin over souls
I'm just takin their place
Take one look
I been in the dark
Always for light
And I’ll catch you in the afterlife
They been livin in my skin
Always lookin to bite
All the pussy ass bitches
Can’t handle the fight
And ive been blacked out
Got my dark thoughts
With they back out
Been a fucken minute
Always sittin bout to lash out
I'm tryna be the one to cash out
Always settled for the lower bid
It’s hard enough
Can you turn it down a little bit?
With the blood runnin in my veins
Bringing me pain
It’s always goin in a circle
It’s gettin harder to tame

Obscura

Shutter

Shutter [Prod. Zyller x Zepelin]

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

They just want the fame, let’s just keep it real
This Unaverage Gang we say fuck a deal
Sick of all these rappers, sayin the run the field 
Keep on talking funny, you going to get your cap peeled
I was to born kill 
I was to born kill
I was born to kill
One shit done deal
I was to born kill 
I was to born kill
I was born to kill
One shit done deal

[T.R.I.P.]

Everybody grab they glock
let that mothafucka pop
Still scream fuck a cop
Middle fingers up
We don’t give a fuck about a pussy talking
But he ducking
Bitch you fuckin lucky
Cause you nothing
bitch I leave you gushing
Leaking, hope you fuckin suffer 
Shit
I’m staring death right in the fucking face 
Bloody Bloody Mary come and take me out this place 
I’ve had enough
Seen enough of fuck boys act so fake 
World is gone to shit, open the fucking gates

[VAGUE]

You gonna open up them gates
The world is toxic hoe
And always feelin like my mind Is overbearin
No?
Drugs, violence, murders
Body bags up in the scene
You grew up in the fucken shadows
Cause that’s all you seen
You try to get away
And make new memories
Until you look up in the mirror
And all you see is an enemy
But you can’t escape
The mind is never fake
Gotta go through hell and back just to get a taste

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

They just want the fame, let’s just keep it real
This Unaverage Gang we say fuck a deal
Sick of all these rappers, sayin the run the field 
Keep on talking funny, you going to get your cap peeled
I was to born kill 
I was to born kill
I was born to kill
One shit done deal
I was to born kill 
I was to born kill
I was born to kill
One shit done deal

Fuck a Deal

Fuck a Deal [Prod. Fallen]

[VAGUE]

Cannibalistic murder
Many of the things you’ve heard of
Gotta find the line, to gettin it back
It never diverted
Diggin ‘em up, and given a fuck
Sounds just like a burden
Couldn’t decide, to make it right
Because my life is so inverted
Get the fuck back
Bet you never see me comin
Got the fucken blood stained bat
Bitch I’ll have you fucken runnin
Down the street
To feel defeat
Lookin for death to get you peace
Hidin another dead body
under white stained sheets
It’s the renegade
Hope you feel the pain
So we feel the same 
Fuck off
All the bullshit that you talkin
Never seems to drop off
Watch your fucken back
So don’t be slippin
Get yo ass caught
Just to top off
It’ll never stop

[T.R.I.P.]

Catch 'em at the red light
With that red beam
Bet I’ll make your heart stop
Pussy don’t scream
I don’t fuck with any of these rappers in the scene
All of them be capping
And be faking that they fiends 
How you saying that you running shit
But I ain’t heard of you
Told the devil save a spot
I got a body coming soon
Got that glock
And the bass jumping like a fuckin zoo 
I love the violence
Bring the riots what the fuck it do?
Put you out of all your misery
I’ll knock your lights out 
Don’t give a fuck about the fame, or the damn clout 
Fuckin clowns in the scene, with they hands out 
Screaming bloody murder, when I gun your ass down 
With a rifle come and meet your mothafuckin idol
Talkin all that shit
Got me feeling homicidal 
Wrapping the rope around your neck
And hang you like a title bitch
I’m tired fuckin with ya on this beat
I’m going psycho 
Bones cracking every time they hear this from the grave 
Came up straight from nothing,
What the fuck you gotta say?
Any time you move your lips
It always has my name 
Stay inside your lane
Them hallow tips gon hit your brain

[VAGUE]

Hit your brain
As I thinkin that I’m overloaded
Goin thru some shit
It’s hard to fucken stay devoted
It’s just a pass, not a phase
I been taken notice
Even on death bed
Go and grab the lotus
Surrounded by death
Surrounded by dark
Where the fuck do I begin?
If you keep losin the start
I’m pretty fucken good
At hidin it and playin the part
As I’m spillin out my guts
And then callin it art
What’s the purpose just to bring war?
Is it only just to die more?
Cause I open up the pits
So I can dive in to hell
Watch as the fire rises
So masses can tell
Yeah

Lotus

[VAGUE]

Always takin all the pain in the chest
Am I ridin wit my lows?
Fuck you know about my stress?
Doesn’t matter what you say
I’ll never be fucken impressed
And you’ll never know what I been thru
Tell me what you wanna do
She always say she sippin on smooth
As she taken over every fucken body, sittin loose
Never gettin too involved
Just listen cause I’m the proof
And we still taken it all
Regardless we on the move

[T.R.I.P.]

We gun ‘em down
Catch me walking through crypt
My gang don’t fuck around
Me and Vague be splitting wigs 
Yea I love the sound of my 9mm
I be busting rounds
Hanging out my window, we don’t fuck around 
Pussy mothafuckas duckin
I'm busting back hoe
You know what’s up
I keep my middle finger on the trigger
I don’t give a fuck 
Sitting with a scythe, take yo life
Bitch you out of sight
Creepin with a 9
UAV is here to run a heist 
Fuck your cars, fuck your chains, fuck your life 
You the type of mothafucker I don’t really like 
I’m stackin bands and whipping the Beamer
All throughout night
I ain’t worried bout you pussies
Leave yo body soaking in formaldehyde

Out of Sight

[T.R.I.P.]

Get a grip
UAV be running this shit
Couple hounds, 100 rounds
Aint no reloading the clip
Jack Sparrow in this bitch
The way I’m sinking they ship
Yeah i'm taking mothafuckas down
So don’t even trip yuh
Pussy better pray
I’m coming to your place
Strapped up, with a mothafuckin hand grenade 
I’m going insane
And murders the case
If I see another pussy
Ima dig him his grave yuh
Tiny Tim the way I tip toe
Throw that pussy mothafucka out the window 
Fuck wit me
I’ll bag your body in the aristo 
Got a Chromed shotty like lotti dotti
You lookin like a scarecrow
Tried to tell you
I’m not the one you wanna fuck with 
You follow every trend
And always trying to suck dick
Your in the back trying to find yourself a substance 
Im the reason you ain’t breathing
Better run bitch 

[VAGUE]

All set from the lines
And the minds so critical
I’m imprintin the thoughts
And it’s subliminal
Diggin up the demons
That’s surrounded in dark
And it’s imbedded in heart
You feel it, rippin apart
Get familiar with the smell
And the face of decay
Passed out, blacked out
Passed away
As i’m last in the circle
From the cast of rain
I’m the lone survivor
Huntin down all the prey
Give into feelin, avoided livin it up
You’re not
Taken all the rounds
Only ticken it up
And all these pussies all around
Cause the world had been stuck
Nasty Only fans bitches always fast to fuck
So get crossed out
Sayin all the things that i’m leavin out
All the bad decisions are always passed down
You can’t blame the truth
So you can lash out
Keep provin the point
It only brings doubt

Tip Toe

Tip Toe [Prod. Netuh]

[T.R.I.P.]

Yeah
Inside my soul
I don’t feel right
What’s it going to take to love life?
Feeling stuck and trapped at the red light 
Lately I been hurting
But I bet you don’t realize 
Take me back as a kid on my damn bike
Days are over so quick that shit flew by 
Reminiscing all the good and the bad times
Now my family went their separate ways
Guess that’s just life 
I never been good at saying how I feel
If I look like a bitch
I’m just keeping it real 
Life got a little better
When we finally hit a mill
Now it seems like my motivation going down a hill
Maybe dreams are just made of luck 
Maybe life just wants you to drop
All this time just tics and it toks
And it don’t stop
Even when we mothafuckin rot 

[VAGUE]

Back then never made it to role call
The stand off with another plan that won’t fall
Forget that
Only tryna find myself
Living with the pain
And never wanted help
Oh no
See im fallin below
It’s only 1 step
Turnin off the phone
I see there's 2 left, that can cast a stone
And one is me, cause I’m stuck alone
Many days that I allow to fly by
I try to get it back
I’m sick home life
There’s many fucken things I lack
I’m all eyes
Miss playin in the dirt
Those days have gone by
With each step feels like a threat
You try to do right
But it gives you strep
And all you wanna do is move along
As you bang your head
From all the wrongs

Red Light

Red Light [Prod. Zyller x Northeast Lights]

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