Verse :
Slinging dope and buying whips
Got me fucked up
Cocking the strap, I let it pop
Perform a mag dump
Just in case that bitch 
Got herpes, use a magnum, yeah
Gold and platinum
On my neck
It got me feeling handsome
Why yo fatass friend
Gotta control the way you act, huh?
I swear it's always fridges
Protecting all the up these snacks, uhh
Bad hoes, fast whips
Got me feeling different
If you could check a clock
I'll end you in a minute
Hoe I got the magic 
You call me Peter Pan, yeah
Girl that aint my gun
That just my dick inside my pants, yeah
Fuck her twice and then I leave
And even though I'm not her man
Made her cum without my hands
I'm just steady making bands
When it comes to business
I dont give a fuck about no hoe
I'm inside the studio, no clothes
I'm naked, snorting coke
What the fuck is up
With bitches acting like
They know me though
Even though they dont?
End your fucking life 
With bullet holes
Hello Dylan
What's up Mikhail
I'm raising hell
I'm feeling like a villian
With my guns out 
Get yo money up
Not yo funny up, mothafucka
I could fuck yo mom
And then yo bitch
Ans then I'll kill yo brother
Are you feeling called out?
And if you arent, well then you should
Because you a punk and you a bitch
And you aint gonna be understood
I got shooters in the east
I got shooters in the west
Aim the lazer at yo chest
Wish you the best
Throw up the set, ay 
The feeling of snorting a pill
Right before you pop is insane
Watching they brains spill on the floor
As you get paid
You can be Batman
And I can be Bane
But they aint the same
At least I got the drip
And I'm insane
Grab a hammer
Bash yo head
Then throw you in a freezer
Pick yo hoe up
Tease her good 
And then I fucking please her
I'm so fucking bad
That I could be a fucking reaper 
And I am such an asshole
You could call me ebeneezer scrooge
If you want it
Then you can have it too
Cause you a bitch and a fool
And you nothing but a tool
and Miley
You such a fucking cow
You make me audibly wow
Got me thinking how, just how
And I'm not fucking done 
You just really you piss me off
If I really wanted to
I could've popped you in the mouth
Girl you're just like the feds
And all I hear is oink oink
Got me feeling so stressed
I need to smoke a joint joint

Sunny - Slanging (prod.Birddie)

Lyrics:

I dissacociate
I always wake up panicking
I'm stuck like a mannequin 
What the fuck is happening?
I need some guidance, direction
I wish I could kill myself
And still go to heaven
But bitch that wont ever happen
I swallow hydros and xanax
Nothing I can do to help myself
People telling me 
I should get some help 
Prolly wont, cause I like to suffer
I like the pain
I try to pray to god 
And I end up lost
Bitch I'm puffing on rocks 
And I liked the part
When you said I was nothing
I know you bluffing
Remember that shit?
Cause I remember that shit?
I may be fucking stupid, yeah
But I dont forget
Load up the clip
And coke on my lips
You dont know what its like
To enjoy the thought of death
And to never sleep at night
Just to pray to catch a breath
God I'm praying for the light
But I'm stuck inside my head
You'll never see me begging for help

Sunny - Hydros And Xanax (prod.exihade)

Lyrics:

Blowing my shit like I'm Kurt Cobain
Numbing my pain with the crack cocaine
I'm content with death, so I don't complain
And I cant feel my hands
Get me out of this place
I'm not even 17 years old, I can't keep my balance
I'm falling down, yeah
The anti-depressents are eating my brain, I shoot away Screaming no sound, yeah
Just please fuck off, and leave me alone
And dont even think about calling my phone
I fucking hate all of you
Carry my bones
I'll always be king
And sit on my throne 
Running up to your door
Then I knock knock
Spinning around your block
In a drop top, slide, then I pop pop
Fucking with my business
I'm feeling relentless
Huffing on whippits 
Looking at pictures
Didn't know much I needed forgiveness
Used to smoke a page out of a bible
Judgement Day, I'm ready for revival
Feeling pain, a never ending cycle
Breaking point, I'm turning to a psycho
Careful with your words
Cause today could be the day
Ya'll are ripping me apart, like I'm paper mache
Ya'll wont ever understand
Ya'll cant ever feel my pain
Ya'll just play me like a game
So don't act like we the same
Fucking all these bitches, and sippin on patron
If you wanna do some drugs
I can show you how I roll
If you wanna blow your brains
I can show you how it goes
If you want a 100k, bitch I keep it by the door
Bitch I'll tape your mouth
And chain your feet
The demons out
Accept defeat
A plague, a disease
I'm out this bitch
I hate to see
I wanna meet my maker, please

Sunny - Meet My Maker (prod.gothhelma)

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Tried to take a step
And I'm still just fucking sad
Ya'll would walk right over me
If I was bleeding on the ground
No one fucking gives a shit
I'm thinking of death again
On my best, I confess, I'm a mess
I'm just fucked in the head
Serious allegations
Making me lose my patience
Rape and sexual assault 
Are not a joke
And I hope you know
You really could get
Yourself in serious fucking trouble

Chorus:
Falling downwards
Into a spiral
Might me a psycho
I'll do it with a smile
Fucking up my insides
While I watch the sunrise
Always over analyze
So just kill me now
And then lets the flies 
Do what they do

Verse 2: 
I can't take this 
Shit much longer
Cause, the deeper I fall
It makes me a monster
Deserve an applause
The amount I have conquered 
I cannot explain
I'm jumping the plank
So open your eyes
Cause I'm not the same
And fuck all your friends
For doubting me mane
You are heartless as fuck
I just hope you be
Feeling the same

Outro:
Didn't want me now
Didn't want me then
So count down from ten
And pull the fucking trigger
And just know that you win
Cause it's not a sin to be dead
And when I am gone
Just pray, say amen
Just know it's the end
And never be a quitter
You were never a friend
Yeah, all of my tears have been shed

Sunny - This is the End (prod.gothhelma)

lyrics:

at it again, pull up in a benz
peanut butter interior
baby i'm him, i am not them
candy paint the exterior
thumbing the cash, doing the math
running the money up, call me usain
puffing the gas, flicking the ash
filling my lungs up, i feel like lil wayne

we ain't the same lil bitch and you know that
you ain't got chains and you don't got
fuck out my face, i'm sippin on cognac
get out my way, or end up with a toe tag
too many hoes and too many bitches
fucking em' all, and taking their digits
crossing them eyes, and losing that vision
we didn't fuck until i am finished

at it again, pull up in a benz
peanut butter interior
baby i'm him, i am not them
candy paint the exterior
thumbing the cash, doing the math
running the money up, call me usain
puffing the gas, flicking the ash
filling my lungs up, i feel like lil wayne

we ain't the same lil bitch and you know that
you ain't got chains and you don't got
fuck out my face, i'm sippin on cognac
get out my way, or end up with a toe tag
too many hoes and too many bitches
fucking em' all, and taking their digits
crossing them eyes, and losing that vision
we didn't fuck until i am finished

Sunny

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