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https://open.spotify.com/album/2qJJW1sRP8KqIn0244VMwV?si=59lNQp-lS8-z4m7vZlsJVA

APPLE MUSIC
https://music.apple.com/us/album/outta-bidness/1830727672?i=1830727678

guns.lol/zashiiken
guns.lol/yslyre
i ain done alot of loud shi like dis fr fr lol
all plats later

lyrics:
(got turn tht up)
(random adlibs)
(wooooohh)
(turn up the bass yea turn up the bass ye we take the bass ye yeah yeah)

start that party up yea 
we finna go grind in here. 
yea start the confetti yeah 
we blow the confetti yea
yea we blow the speakers 
yea we we blow them outta business.
yea they know zash up on tht stage 
tht boy gon stand on bidness.
sometimes i let my beat talk
yea this beat carrying me
icl my vocals chopped
had to turn the octave down had to make sure yall was here.
put these rappers outta business
they know zash be up in here

wake up do my dance
i do wht i do like everyday
yea my days ain changed
i been the same since the first day
yea tired of waking up in this vessel
im tryna die tday (die tday)
s/o my friends who got my back
gotta push thru everyday one at a time

start that party up yea 
we finna go grind in here. 
yea start the confetti yeah 
we blow the confetti yea
yea we blow the speakers 
yea we we blow them outta business.
yea they know zash up on tht stage 
tht boy gon stand on bidness.
sometimes i let my beat talk
yea this beat carrying me
icl my vocals chopped
had to turn the octave down had to make sure yall was here.
put these rappers outta business
they know zash be up in here

OUTTA BIDNESS PROD YSLYRE

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)

euphoria (cprcash August)

Lyrics: 

Ran up a check on the wrong one,
I’m of a 10 say she want one,
Go to the bank get more sum,
Pul out the – Pul out the chrome one,
I got a cold one, I got a warrant—

Scratchin my name off the paper,
Judge in my ear, I can’t taper,
Voices distort in the fader,
Dreams in the mud, turn vapor,
Still got the cash in the layer,
Run it up, run it up, life ain’t fair.

Blood on my jeans, I don’t wipe off,
Spill in the sink, turn the lights off,
Voices keep screamin, I pipe up,
Drip in the red, no typo, no typo,
Your hoe look bad, she my hoe now,
That hoe get you back doored,
You left in the rain by the trap door.

Blood on the cash it’s a sad score,
Stains on the floor they can’t scrub more,
Nut on her face, say she want it,
Nggas be going real dummy, retarted.

Demons keep knockin I cracked doors,
I do not fuck wit crack whores,
But I like animal crackers,
Invite me over ima crack her.

Teeth in the cup, I been sippin on rust,
Knife in the cut, leave it dipped in the dust,
Shadows been laughin, they whisper they trust,
Blood on my laces, it’s sticky, it’s crust,
Voices been chantin, they tell me I must.

Hush hush hush,
Voices in my head, they rush,
Blood on the blade, no blush,
Stay in the dark, don’t trust,
Back of the room go crush.

Orange soda, Crush,
Blood on my tongue, it’s lush,
Rack in the bag, don’t touch,
Silence the crowd, no fuss.

Ran up a check on the wrong one,
I’m of a 10 say she want one,
Go to the bank get more sum,
Pul out the – Pul out the chrome one,
I got a cold one, I got a warrant—

Scratchin my name off the paper,
Judge in my ear, I can’t taper,
Voices distort in the fader,
Dreams in the mud, turn vapor,
Still got the cash in the layer,
Run it up, run it up, life ain’t fair.

Blood on my jeans, I don’t wipe off,
Spill in the sink, turn the lights off,
Voices keep screamin, I pipe up,
Drip in the red, no typo, no typo,
Your hoe look bad, she my hoe now,
That hoe get you back doored,
You left in the rain by the trap door.

Blood on the cash it’s a sad score,
Stains on the floor they can’t scrub more,
Nut on her face, say she want it,
Nggas be going real dummy, retarted.

Demons keep knockin I cracked doors,
I do not fuck wit crack whores,
But I like animal crackers,
Invite me over ima crack her.

Teeth in the cup, I been sippin on rust,
Knife in the cut, leave it dipped in the dust,
Shadows been laughin, they whisper they trust,
Blood on my laces, it’s sticky, it’s crust.

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

Rust Soda ♱  (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)

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This Is Your Fault ♱ (prod.me)

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