My sauce (beats prod.kycc)

Nostalgia (prod. Kycc & TwinKuzis)

Prod. Kycc <3 She is beautiful In every way possible

All On Me? (Prod Me)

Falsetto Prod.kycc x asetto

Vendetta (Prod.Assetto x Kycc)

Fly Away (prod. Kycc x TwinKuzis)

Duvet Step (@dcceased)

fallin in love (asetto + kycc)

Help The Team (prod. kycc)

Fuss (prod. kycc)

Sister #2
#2k #overstimulated
Lyrics:
Ngga what you want, I got more than runtz
Ngga what you want, I got more than guns
Come on I'ma show you, Come on I'ma show you how it’s fcking done
Twin hoes, got 4 knocks, step sht sound like gunshots
Whip fast, doin’ donuts, shawty said it thump
Shawty said it—ngga, are you dumb?
He ain't bout no motion, boy move like a bum

Chrome heart, not love, don’t move off trust
He was talking hella hot, now he moving all hushed
Still popped out—no post, no tag
Twin sticks tucked like a drumline bag
4 doors tinted, I ain't trynna brag
Opps got quiet when I came through tapped

Ain’t no dance, but the whole block clapped
Heard he tryna step? Better lace those raps
‘Cause my kicks hit back—like a drum, got kickback
Big stepper, no rehearsin’ this
Glove on tuck, no fingerprints
Swear I move like I’m heaven sent
But I might slide—I got a Gen 5
My nggas stay high, tight like a beehive
Yo btch she giving me honey

Ngga what you want, I got more than runtz
Ngga what you want, I got more than guns
Come on I'ma show you, Come on I'ma show you how it’s fcking done
Twin hoes, got 4 knocks, step sht sound like gunshots
Whip fast, doin’ donuts, shawty said it thump
Shawty said it—ngga, are you dumb?
He ain't bout no motion, boy move like a bum

Chrome heart, not love, don’t move off trust
He was talking hella hot, now he moving all hushed
Still popped out—no post, no tag 
what the fck hoe

Cuts (prod.me)

syn - shitainthittinthesame (p. kycc)

Non Stop (Prod Me)

Braajji - Addict + (Kycc)

Chance2FYe - Zariyxh

Silent Hill (Prod Me)

S.O.S (kycc x prodizzah)

(prod.me)
yukyii2k* x kycc
Lyrics:
Like please tell me what you want come on, I’m finna raid like Geronimo
If I had kids I would love them all, the jury is sending me under
I wanna go back to those days in the silence, new bad hoe wanna come back to my place
Like fuck it your honor I did it, yeah fuck it I gotta get wit it
Yeah fuck wit my gang we winning, like is you one who made it
Me and twin gon make it, getting bands, shit make-shift
Fuck a Fortnite bang shit, grandma pulling out of her pension
I’m wit God no sanction, how would you feel if I went through wit it
Suicide not the way, I’m committed, I wish I could take your pain all away
Hope I live to the age of 50, white cocaine die like Whitney, ohh ohh

sꞮns ♱  (prod.me)

(prod.me)
yukyii2k* x kycc
Lyrics: 
Retribution in my veins, can’t erase what I f*cking became
My momma ain't do it in vain, I had to grow up and go through the pain
Pray every night that my momma get up, I know some n*ggas that double they cup
Drowning ain't throw me the rope, Lungs full of water, but I can't choke
Counted me out but I'm still in the race, scars on my body no mask on my face
Walk in the fire still holding my faith, if I crash will I burn out in grace
what the f*ck do you mean your a sinner? If Jesus failed(he didn't), would we be here?(we wouldn't), ohh, enemies watching they hoping I slip, turn every bullet to gold when it hit
Built my own kingdom I stand with my twin, retribution the Law, revenge is a sin

retrꞮbutions ♱  (prod.me)

(prod.me)
@nascardashcar
Lyrics:
[Yukyii2k*]
Thinking bout you, whatchu wanna do
What r we, what r we, writing this down in my diary
I’m so high up I cannot see you
Me and bro ride in that big body GLE
Baby can you see me
What r we, what r we, what r we

Writing my life in a diary page
Feel like I’m lost in a different place
“What r we” now, can’t find your name
Thought we would grow up and have our own place

Pages on my desk, but I’m gone tonight
What we— what we on?
Calling my phone, let it ring long

I can’t see, now I can’t breathe
Too much smoke, trynna find me
Diary, rip every page
Love too loud, had to turn it down

What r we now, please decide now
Turning me off, got a bad cough
Is this the flu? Am I lovesick?
I don’t know where we stand now
Would you love me now?
Would you turn me down?

[17nascarr]
So, what are we gon doooo
I don’t want nobody else but youuuu

Like why the f*ck would I trust youuuu
Knowing that you don’t care
Knowing that you don’t care ’bout nobody but yourself

Maybe I need help
So many nights I spent wit you
I think that I lost myself

Thinking back on it, I know that it’s true
And I write in my diary
’Cuz I know ain’t nobody gon listen

It was supposed to be you
It was supposed to be you

And now I’m gon stack my money and chill
Making these songs for people to feel
I don’t wanna love so I put up a shield

I put down the drank, I ain’t feeling too well
No love, I just need to heal
Heart broke, I can’t even feel

I keep a diary to myself
But you ain’t here so I just need help

[Yukyii2k*]
Thinking bout you, whatchu wanna do
What r we, what r we
Writing this down in my diary
I’m so high up I cannot see you
Me and bro ride in that big body GLE
Baby, can you see me
Please tell me, what r we now

Thinking bout you, whatchu wanna do
What r we, what r we
Writing this down in my diary
I’m so high up I cannot see you
Me and bro ride in that big body GLE
Baby, can you see me
Please tell me, what r we now

what r we? ♱ ft 17nascarr (prod.me)

Lyrics:
This is your fault, this is your fault, dis a Draco fa that dead opp,
dis a stare down, ngga step down, in da back hoe ngga bled out, yea I’m good now, fuck the feds tho

Big bag talk, I’m the mascot, in da real spot with the laptop,
see the glare ngga better back out, fake flex boy get packed out,
He a crash out, he get blew out

Run it up fast, I’m in motion
Big stick tuck, it’s devotion, oh yea she wet than a ocean,
my nggas steady pouring up potion

Counting up racks, no slow down,
VV’s hittin’ when I step out,
Opp boy talk, he get left out,
In the cut deep, bring the TEC out.

In the cut bring the Tec out, yo bitch—yo bitch she a slut now,
whole—whole gang finna cash out, for racks ima pop out,
big body gle swearing, run up on nggas they nervous,
drive by shooting that ngga service, hollows tips hit him right in his stomach,
bitch I’m fucking up her cervix,

like Fortnite they running, like Fortnite they jumping,
send them nggas to the lobby’s

This is your fault, this is your fault, dis a Draco fa that dead opp,
dis a stare down, ngga step down, in da back hoe ngga bled out, yea I’m good now, fuck the feds tho

Big bag talk, I’m the mascot, in da real spot with the laptop,
see the glare ngga better back out

This is your fault, this is your fault, dis a Draco fa that dead opp,
dis a stare down, ngga step down, in da back hoe ngga bled out, yea I’m good now, fuck the feds tho

Big bag talk, I’m the mascot, in da real spot with the laptop,
see the glare ngga better back out
fake flex boy get packed out, He a crash out, he get blew out

Run it up fast, I’m in motion
this is yo fault this is yo fault

[2k* tag]
I-I-I-I-I love you 2k

This Is Your Fault ♱  (prod.me)

premonition*****
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everything produced by me unless stated*
##prod.kycc
##2k*
##sylnthill
##notebook

My sauce (beats prod.kycc)

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