Mayhem, Vol. 1

Music Video : https://youtu.be/lMdkh-WcMu0?si=6wqaX7DO3M5U7q0g

Chorus

Lot of hats get caught
Lives they get bought
We gone get lil buddy correct if he still moving false
That glock 40 on me i’ll go spaz I told lil bro don’t get took off
My brothers riding around with arp’s to be on go they taught
That boy talking about how he real he a fraud though
Bet your lil brother go missing like waldo
Steady be dissing like what do you talk for
Why that man say that he better he awful
Switch on the blick watch out you might get walked on
They trying to trip me up no i can’t fall though
He wanna speak down we leaving his jaw broke
Ain’t about money then what did you call for

Verse

Flex so hard they say it’s uncalled for
My bad for making you angry
My pockets they be way too big like 2k they on paint beast
That choppa eat him like some candy even though it ain’t sweet
Get that currency like banking
Put him high he were the planes be
Glock got way too many attachments
I love the money my only attachment
Fye break him in half like a fragment
We dividing you like a fraction
We knock his cap off for the caption
I stay with the gang that’s the faction
Bullets make him dance like jackson
Buddy way too trash no collabing
My killers riding around with a gripper
Changing up we cutting you like some scissors
He get laid right in the dirt caterpillar
I just be talking my stuff with no filter
Pull up with tools now i feel like a driller
Stay with that mac tell em R.I.P Miller
We in the field man we feel like the steelers
Run down with the sticks things about to get realer
We got no home training
How you steady be hating that probably be draining
We too wild no taming
We might go get you wacked don't care about what you claiming
Not speaking about the money we not hanging
Get him put on the news I bet he famous
You finna get the boot I feel like sheamus
Too many sticks over here we not gaming

Chorus

Lot of hats get caught
Lives they get bought
We gone get lil buddy correct if he still moving false
That glock 40 on me i’ll go spaz I told lil bro don’t get took off
My brothers riding around with arp’s to be on go they taught
That boy talking about how he real he a fraud though
Bet your lil brother go missing like waldo
Steady be dissing like what do you talk for
Why that man say that he better he awful
Switch on the blick watch out you might get walked on
They trying to trip me up no i can’t fall though
He wanna speak down we leaving his jaw broke
Ain’t about money then what did you call for

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Taught (Prod. GWIZ + 1notrama)

Chorus

Yeah
Run Up on me and the thing gone blow
He wanna play then my k gone show
He talking down i can’t take no more
And your money small like it can’t grow
Don’t run up on me you know I can’t go
You not getting bread what you hate for
Them fmj bullets go straight through the door
You at the bottom rank
Trying to walk down on me don’t know what he think
I’m a pop out the cut like you getting shanked
Got artillery we pull up in a tank
Fmj bullets flying they make em faint
Lil boy why is you lying you don’t get pape
He talk down then he dying get sent away
I don’t know why you trying be GWIZZY
Yea

Verse

Yea 
I ran it up
He wanna play with the gang better duck
We got 762’s all in the truck
They riding my wave i’m not talking a brush
If he talking down like toilet get him flushed
We got that boy running like he in a rush
I’m too far gone you get left in the dust
If you getting money then boy that’s a plus
I don’t wanna hear you talk better just hush
I got a big glock no i’m not finna fuss
You tell on your mans you not one of us
And when i shoot everytime i come in clutch
I brought the stick in the place if he talk let it bust
I’m at the top of the ranks and you not coming up
You know i stay with a k i’m not talking about the klux
You know GWIZZY the best and he don’t got to cuss
Uh

Chorus

Run Up on me and the thing gone blow
He wanna play then my k gone show
He talking down i can’t take no more
And your money small like it can’t grow
Don’t run up on me you know I can’t go
You not getting bread what you hate for
Them fmj bullets go straight through the door
You at the bottom rank
Trying to walk down on me don’t know what he think
I’m a pop out the cut like you getting shanked
Got artillery we pull up in a tank
Fmj bullets flying they make em faint
Lil boy why is you lying you don’t get pape
He talk down then he dying get sent away
I don’t know why you trying be GWIZZY
Yea

Yea

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Trying Be (Prod. GWIZ + @gizzydraco)

Music Video : https://youtu.be/Y-Cs-ZsvB-Q?si=p7RyPjNsMmEyBWMV

Chorus

We done caught em by da pound yea they got switched down
Uh Uh please don’t try to play cray because i got that blick now
You done changed yo side you switched out
Put him on the news he finna get clout
He wanna play we gone put him up with the clouds
I got the stick i’m not pulling no fist out
I’m finna shoot it ain’t gone be no boxing match
Hollow tips going your way you ain’t boxing that
Talking about the ranks then i’m at the top of that
If i drop a tape i know you not topping that
I been balling way too hard ain’t no stopping that
If we talking about the bands get a lot of that
My brother crazy he catching a lot of hats
Used to be skinny now my pockets gotten fat

Verse

I got em sick like infected
That choppa gone eat him like breakfast
Stack that money up just like tetris
I might just teach you a lesson yuh
Going up feel like i’m destined yuh
Wipe his nose we blessing yuh
Don’t wanna get next to ya
You up in last i’m ahead of ya
I been ahead of you the whole time i’m winning the game
You trying to catch up well lil bruh it’s too late
Lil GWIZ had to cut the head off the snake
And i’m at the top no it ain’t no debate
Pull up with that glock and i’m making it shake
My pockets got bigger they gaining some weight
Ain’t no OVO I walk down with a drake
Yea Yuh

Chorus

We done caught em by da pound yea they got switched down
Uh Uh please don’t try to play cray because i got that blick now
You done changed yo side you switched out
Put him on the news he finna get clout
He wanna play we gone put him up with the clouds
I got the stick i’m not pulling no fist out
I’m finna shoot it ain’t gone be no boxing match
Hollow tips going your way you ain’t boxing that
Talking about the ranks then i’m at the top of that
If i drop a tape i know you not topping that
I been balling way too hard ain’t no stopping that
If we talking about the bands get a lot of that
My brother crazy he catching a lot of hats
Used to be skinny now my pockets gotten fat

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ByDaPound (Prod. GWIZ + 1notrama)

Chorus

I got a get to the chicken
Riding around with a smith and
No you not gang we ain’t doing no clicking
Try to take from me you got to be tripping
Not about money then i feel indifferent
He can’t kick the cup my brother be sipping
We giving em 33 like Scottie Pippen
You just play the game boy you not about no business
You not about the money you don’t really get it
I’m sorry for spilling the beans
Like the youtuber i stay with the Lazarbeam
Hop in that whip yea we going from a to z
This ain’t a game you better not play with me
Just like the movie that choppa i make it sing
Ain’t talking about a bee i make the choppa sting
Just like a forest we getting a lot of green

Verse

We get a whole lot of dead man
Put him in grave now he really a dead man
I just want dough call me the gingerbread man
Ain’t no pencil you get hit with the led man
Feel like G herbo cause i never cared man
We know you hiding like we got you scared man
You ratting out for that cheese you a fed man
Try to run up take a arm and a leg man
It don’t make sense how you think you better
It don’t make sense how i get the cheddar
It don’t make sense how we pull up with the beretta’s and we make it rain like the weather
It don’t make sense how i move light as a feather and no we not sticking together
It don’t make sense how i been just getting this money you really call me the go getter
It don’t make sense
He tried to copy the flow that’s a bad thing
Swinging that choppa just like we were batting
Put him on tv that boy on a flat screen
Boy you a mouse we all know that you ratting
I got the pipe so please stop asking
Ain’t no derby but we crashing
Wanna work lil bruh i’m taxing
We gone slide up in that caddy

Chorus

I got a get to the chicken
Riding around with a smith and
No you not gang we ain’t doing no clicking
Try to take from me you got to be tripping
Not about money then i feel indifferent
He can’t kick the cup my brother be sipping
We giving em 33 like Scottie Pippen
You just play the game boy you not about no business
You not about the money you don’t really get it
I’m sorry for spilling the beans
Like the youtuber i stay with the Lazarbeam
Hop in that whip yea we going from a to z
This ain’t a game you better not play with me
Just like the movie that choppa i make it sing
Ain’t talking about a bee i make the choppa sting
Just like a forest we getting a lot of green

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Spill The Beans (Prod. GWIZ + 1notrama)

adjacent (prod. kindenthe3rd)

Music Video : https://youtu.be/DHb8NlPJKhY?si=KqsRLAGSjaa3ppb0

Chorus

Yea
I had to go get my bands up
Lil bruh you better put your hands up
Laughing to the bank i’m doing stand up
He just pour a 8 up in the fanta
She live in the A yea that’s atlanta
And i got the k it hit ya mans up
Hit him in the face cause he ran up
And i’m in your place just like santa
Racks they coming in and out
In that track you know we spinning out
She give neck yea she gone give me mouth
Get the check and then i’m dipping out
Hit him with the tec if he getting loud
That boy he a rat he a mickey mouse
And i got the packs i’m a ship em out
That lil boy he mad cause i’m bigger now

Verse

Yuh I got the racks in and i’m finna slide with the mac 10
Said you that guy boy you capping
Call up my plug know he trapping
She a bad thot with a accent
And I got that glock why you asking
Go and get some guap why you slacking
And I got the rock i’m not passing
With my brother like jonas
Get them racks that’s a bonus
Make him fly like lotus
Money i’m on it
Yo thot be doming
Giving top in the morning
That boy cloning
Finna go macaroni
That lil boy he a phony
Montana i’m feeling like Tony
I’m upping that gun for my homie yeah
Glock hit your top
He talk down he getting popped
That boy getting shot knock off his dreads he bald 2pac
Don’t talk it ain’t mula
I might call up my shooter
Ball like i’m luka
Cris sipping tris ain’t talking luda
Ludacris huh
What am i talking about
NLE Choppa we walk em down
Who let the birds out we hawk em down 
My whole gang getting money like all around
If he talking too much then off with his crown
Got a plug in the trap and he sold a pound
And no i’m not a rat but it’s drip or drown
Yeah

Chorus

Yea
I had to go get my bands up
Lil bruh you better put your hands up
Laughing to the bank i’m doing stand up
He just pour a 8 up in the fanta
She live in the A yea that’s atlanta
And i got the k it hit ya mans up
Hit him in the face cause he ran up
And i’m in your place just like santa
Racks they coming in and out
In that track you know we spinning out
She give neck yea she gone give me mouth
Get the check and then i’m dipping out
Hit him with the tec if he getting loud
That boy he a rat he a mickey mouse
And i got the packs i’m a ship em out
That lil boy he mad cause i’m bigger now
Yuh

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Bigger Now (Prod. 10 am x jaylapp)

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