PRODS BY SONG TIMES TOO(Prod By RiCh LoSeR / Fidi / IZES77 / Anxityyy / Saint Urya / BRONK3X /  IZES77 x2 / EREBUS / JACKSON / 8LEGS )
ART BY NOSOULTHEGOAT
[TIME STAMPS]
Song PT 1 0:00 - 0:36 Prod By RiCh LoSeR / Fidi 

Song PT 2  0:36 - 1:51 Prod By IZES77

Song PT 3 1:52 - 3:02 Prod By Anxityyy

Song PT 4 3:03 - 3:51 Prod By Saint Urya 

Song PT 5 3:52 - 4:51 Prod By BRONK3X 

Song PT 6 4:51 - 6:23 Prod By IZES77 

Song PT 7 6:24 - 7:01 Prod By IZES77 

Song PT 8 7:01 - 8:30 Prod By cuhclown

Song PT 9 8:32 - 8:49 Prod By Jack$on @yngwrth

Song PT 10 8:50 - 10:00 Prod By 8LEGS

Marilyn Monroe Was A Heroin Addict!

@euphoriantb
you aint shit rn, so go become somethin

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HOLLOW!

HOLLOW! (FEAT. BLXDESMITH) [PROD. MANGUST] *MENACE ANTHEM*

WAKE THE FUCK UP PUFF (PROD. HIALDEZ)

PINOCCHIO FT CHRIST DILLINGER

CARTILAGE w/ PARAGON & KIDx (prod. S1NINJA)

OUT NOW ON ALL PLATFORMS

PROD. NXTTY
BLAKK.SHEEP

ARTWORK: @xion90k
PRODUCED: @prodbynxtty
MIXED: @thedonhachimane

LYRICS:

Shut the fuck up, bitch, and get out my way, uh
Smoke that fucking pussy, if he tryna run my fade
You a whole (hoe), mess, you want my pay, uh
Meant for twenty shots to go straight through yo fucking brain

Tryna mess with me, you gon die, that's a fact, yuh
I don't like to cap, if I do, that's alright, yuh
I mean you won't know, that's a wrap, I don't spite yah
Might mix meth and crack, in a lab, I'm like White yah

Cus recently I have been fiending
and I might go kill for no reason
Lil bitch I'm possessed by a demon
and I think he gon leave em screaming

She suck me up and I start tweaking
I'm filling my cup with some lean and
Ciroq be so icy I'm freezing up
I sink like Titanic in season

Shut the fuck up, bitch, and get out my way, uh
Smoke that fucking pussy, if he tryna run my fade
You a whole (hoe), mess, you want my pay, uh
Meant for twenty shots to go straight through yo fucking brain

Shut the fuck up, bitch, and get out my way, uh
Smoke that fucking pussy, if he tryna run my fade
You a whole (hoe), mess, you want my pay, uh
Meant for twenty shots to go straight through yo fucking brain

My name Hachiman, how are you? Eat this .445
Straight up in yo face, you gon die, see Nirvana aye?
Bitch i cannot lie, when I cry, want Cobain my life
Know I cannot quit, for this life, to be taken nigh

They like "HACHIMAN WHATCHA GONNA DO"
AND WHEN I WHIP THE GLOCK, THAT SHIT GO "DO-DO-DO"
THEY ASK ME WHY I LAUGH, BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I CHOOSE
AND I DON'T FEAR DEATH, THAT SHIT PROBABLY FEEL GOOD

You ain't want smoke, pull up on his crib, huh
We grip the glock, up, pop off at his skin, yuh
He talk so much shit, on the inter-net uh
But we gon pull up quick, cut his wifey (wifi) neck 
Cut his wifey neck, we up next, take them souls yuh
You know we the best, I don't stress, with my bros uh

Shut the fuck up, bitch, and get out my way, uh
Smoke that fucking pussy, if he tryna run my fade
You a whole (hoe), mess, you want my pay, uh
Meant for twenty shots to go straight through yo fucking brain

#2HYPER

#2HYPER [PROD. NXTTY]

RUNNiNG MAN w/ Yvng MC & INARISTAKOVER

1 BLXDE 2 BLXDE (PROD. LVK x FONY WALLACE)

w/ @astrmani & @yungicystar

s/o 747jojo and Enemyaiko

https://www.instagram.com/btna._
https://www.instagram.com/astrmani
https://www.instagram.com/yungicystar

LYRICS:

AJINN:
like bitch it's a wrap
I stare down the scope bullets enter his back
walk down on that nigga I'm smoking his pack
beat his head like some drums call me Anderson Paak
don't wear hats in the stu cuz I don't like the cap
I beat that boy ass and I post it on snap
(oh damn my bad)
better go get yo bitch back

you Toph to my Aang lil bitch this a mismatch
slidin' on niggas, they hittin up dispatch
one on his eye like a mf contact
boy how many times did I say get yo lick back?
up in yo crib and that bitch getting ransacked
oh, you know where I live?
well that's great information
hakuna matata, lil bitch imma kick back
send yo location I know you ain't bout that

only fw one Ace and that boy on my song
he coping and shit, taking hits from his bong
always thinking he right but we know that you wrong
always snapping on beats
I'm stomping him out in some cleats
his girl she one for the streets
nah fuck all the peace
I'm putting some holes in his fleece
talk shit, bitch, I got the receipts

ASTRMANI:
uh, lil bitch 
im onna block wit a muhfuckin choppa gun 
he see that caddy we in so he boutta run 
he see the *click* on my hip so he know it’s up 
he see the gun in my hand so he know what’s up
556 make that boy do a shoulder shrug 
speak on my name little boy, you is fuckin up 
speak on the gang little boy, we is running up

that nigga soft, soft, soft
bitch im the boss boss boss
bitch take yo loss loss loss
yo bitch get tossed tossed tossed (x2)

YUNGICYSTAR:
DO YA LIKE BANK BILL, WHERE IS MY PAYMENT?
THAT HO IS A RUNNER YOU DUMB NIGGAS CHASING
I GOT SO MANY SONS, NONE OF WHICH IM EMBRACING
IN YO HEAD LIKE A TUMOR I KNOW YO SHIT ACHING
IM SNACKIN ON COOKIE, NOT TALKIN BOUT BAKIN
GOT A HAND IN THAT BITCH LIKE A PUPPET
Swear that they runnin shut they the ones running
Hate on me Nigga it really mean nothing 
Cloudy Nueve with the .45 sliding

Niggas mad about they pride we not fighting
Put your effort in the writing not the typing
Niggas always wanna stain me, keep a tide pen
I’ll do ya like sentinel prime, with a shotty to ya head
Saying king is dead
Niggas ain’t never wanna see me thrive
Niggas always want me to pick a side
I just handle my business like Jay-Z
You get rocked bout that paper don’t play me
No label chain rockin, that’s slavery 
Niggas bitin but they swear they made me
Fuck ya two cents that’ll never change me
Like the game Nigga I’m crazy
I’m unforgettable nigga like swae lee

MISMATCH W/ ASTRMANI & YUNGICYSTAR [PROD. IMDEAD]

ALL PLATS


i be inna stu like veggies be

smokin on lettuce leaf, hm

fuck it, put em where da heavens be

if he tryna step, to me

fuck what he have, take what he got

he met his head at the end of da chop

hit em wit chemicals clean em wit mops

just like a zombie we leave em, rot

try n run, but im faster bruh

caught em lackin den i snatched em up

said he pack a couple gats inna truck 
but he was lackin cus we jacked his stuff

started smackin em for actin tuff

he just another pussy ive done dealt with before so i got me some practice yuh

dey say my flow is so magical

told em reach up fuh da sky, finna make em fly
yeah we huntin duck, uh

lil bitch wanna bite, but she isnt nice, needa tummy tuck, uh

he gon needa stick

when u step up to me i dont needa blick

dont believe it til u come n see dis shit

there aint nothin i like more than bein pissed

steady smokin on da gas im puffin crop dust

way i eat up da track, dis shit a pot luck

crazy like im off some fuckin crack, but i aint got nun

all u bitches talkin on my hits buts yall aint got one

i just like to talk my shit cus yall aint bout it

walk up in da fuck mosh dis shit is crowded

i hit my bitch right from the back and she was shoutin

u talk dat shit but u live in government housing

ROT [PROD. ME] [@1miseri]

you gon fall in with artemis aim
i’m the god of the hunt, boy pray you aren’t the prey
sos diamonds i hit johnny dang 
i’m like pandora’s box, you better be afraid
keep fucking with me, promise you gon regret it, lil brodie, yo kids ain’t gon make it to college
red dot beam, and a banana clip on the K, had him thinking that a monkey shot 'em

if he going up, then we sending him down, on my life, lil brodie, he going out fatal
yea i got everyone calling me kurt, how i got the game on lock from every lil angle 
talking on me and the next thing you know they gon photoshop you in the clouds with a halo
walk down on his block with a drum like a band, mariachi bullets how they making him tango 
Watch me ball on the block, Roy Hibbert
his soul finna exist as soon as he enter 
yea i don’t need a gun, could pull up with bow, got me feeling like my name was Jeremy renner 
G-O-A-T next to me it’s congruent 
so fuck what you said bitch i’m living off music
my flow transforming like professor lupin
say you gon sending shots but you cappin like cuban

you gon fall in with artemis aim
i’m the god of the hunt, boy pray you aren’t the prey
sos diamonds i hit johnny dang 
i’m like pandora’s box, you better be afraid
keep fucking with me, promise you gon regret it, lil brodie, yo kids ain’t gon make it to college
red dot beam, and a banana clip on the K, had him thinking that a monkey shot 'em
you gon fall in with artemis aim
i’m the god of the hunt, boy pray you aren’t the prey
sos diamonds i hit johnny dang 
i’m like pandora’s box, you better be afraid
keep fucking with me, promise you gon regret it, lil brodie, yo kids ain’t gon make it to college
red dot beam, and a banana clip on the K, had him thinking that a monkey shot 'em

hit then i dip and she ask if I love her so I told her no I feel like Daniel Bryan
she wanted my number , so i gave it to her , little did she know that i was fucking lying
with the mask on my face call me stanley ipkiss
bitch i puff , no pass, pussy you can’t hit this
this a go go gadget ,up on my hip bitch
i’m boutta put yo name up on the shit list
fuck a 3-5 bitch i gotta big spliff 
broke hoes hella ugly , needa rich bitch
ima turn em to a fucking victim 
rip out all of his mf ligaments

#2HYPER [PROD. NXTTY]

238HACHIMAN [@238hachiman]

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