Singles

Ik Tht Thhey Plein with Marlon DuBois and Joeyy (Iokera and Gearless Jordy)

you're like my own personal brand of heroin

p4in (meta) #twilight #skins

gameboyswag freestyle (mimics gate)

orihime, valentino, sedaku - as of late prod us

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Yo, yeah.

I’m tryna stay phresh, a boy wit’ swag. I’m not gon’ lie to kick it tho, I’m like Messi, I flick a goal, I guess he must be busting, cause he can’t compete. I stress the testing I ace, elite, I’m sweet so why face. My case of smack down, ya better go back down. I’m phresh in the flesh, I mesh well wit’ special. Cause I was and does it so, ill wit’ skill, how I get o’vo my fears for years? I set it off, just let it rip, y’all better not Skip, I’m clever wit’ this, plus I’m not bae less (Bayless). I got a main thang, this pursing the grind. Shoutout phreshboyswag, my muh’ fuckin’ joy tag. The talents of others, shoutout them gallant brothers. I’m fusing our mind, and choosing the kind. Route out here, to be truly clear I fear. Only one GOD, the lonely one odd. Myself, when I shelf my own self fighting. I’m unstoppable, strike like a gun poppable. Fuck it I don’t wanna stop, not like I gonna pop (Pap), but you my son so ‘till we done wit’ the spanking ranking. To let ya know who running shit, I’m gon’ be on my funny shit. Wanna test? I guess I must just smack and crack ‘til ya hearings out and earrings out, mo’ karats (carrots) than a bunny get.  Uh, fuck am I saying? Fuck it I ain’t playing, this is a new me, truly. My diet ya can’t fry it, I’m a change the strange that I arrange. Riot if ya close, that is if ya was. To y’all I’m going ghost, this flowing host gon’ get his buzz.

Phresh Hype (Feat. phreshboyswag) (Prod. nyli & xion orion)

[an attic kid rmx]

DJ ｍａｇ"Like you care [an attic kid rmx].wav

prod @so-r-u & @vxlentino10
temp cover will update lyriks tn

slide my side-door [cranes tino]

Drux:

Walk in the function it’s a stare off 
Haters blow up my inbox 
I love to fake it, it’s a paradox 
Wake up in the morning time to set it off 
I do what I want, I’m with the scrap club 
I can get all that u got but I can’t care enough 

Swag way too hard, u can’t compete 
What’s wrong with y’all? just have fun please 
Maxed credit card, shopping mall spree 
Cash can’t withdraw, we growing money trees 
We do what we do best
I think I fucked up my whole head 
It’s too much I can’t express 
Let’s turn up til we’re dead
-
Tenkay:

In brooklyn sippin hennessy wit ren dawg
Talk down i might knock your shit off
I get play time ion sit out
I be outside nigga you be on the couch
3 am and the drugs got me slouched
He aint know i put dick in his spouse
Take it out put it deep in her mouth
Niggas plottin, stayin on the look out
I can read em dont gotta pull the book out
Feel like ESG, you know i sail da south
Now, give me the loot right now
Down, bitch nigga pipe down
My shooter clutch like robert horry so you know he Cant ever put the pipe down
Sippin on purple like grimace come lean wit me
It aint my fault that ya bitch wanna leave wit me
Throw me a price and i might let you speak wit me
Say he got bands, show it
She gon dance when the bands im throwin
Make her forget about her man like nothin
Mane niggas know, niggas know how im comin
They see 1c and respect they gon show it
Come on come on
Fuck dem boys and the set they throwin
I tell that bitch give me neck, deep throat it
#DTB cuz these hoes be goin
#DTB dont trust bitches
I cant let em throw me off my mission
Ion how to subtract, only addition 
Only time i ever sat in class was detention
Sign my name on ya bitch jus like a petition
I feel like young thug, runnin up the digits
Im beck oliver nigga you sinjin
Stay talkin that shit but where is you gettin
Dont think you off the hook, im jus goin fishin
Got #onechance iced out on the pendant 
Like my bitches better when they independent
Give a bitch money, you must be trippin
All she tryn do is get some dough up out me
9 times outta 10 ya bitch know about me
The half, you ont een snow about it
The half, you ont een snow about it

Leave With Me Feat Drux Prod MethBoiSwag

1+2 @444jet
3 @kggn
4 @ksuuvi
5 @reklus1ve
6 @ca-hed-cobraz
7+8 @meditation4mag
9 @ksuuvi
10 @444jet
11 @mimicsgate

sophitia september 2k23 friends clips w 444jet kuru ksuuvi reklus1ve hi-c mag mimics gate

Lynne

w/ @jack-zebra prod @tencups

devilmaycryy:
 i just switched up out my body like freaky friday
jimmy kimmel yeah she see me every saturday
im like creflo dolla yea she see me every sunday
i need a trick or a treat idc if its not halloween
i take her head off her shoulders like a mf guilotine
she was fw the kid 1 time jeffrey eipstein
im finna go kuu in like 7:30 idgaf ill put a nigga on jersey
hao made the beat so you know i had to rock it
i hop on the beat im like 你懂漢字
yo bitch said she wants me
do you know chinese 你懂漢字
im pouring up the red 倒紅色的東西
可待因让我变成僵尸(codeine turns me into a zombie)
i started right now like 剛剛凱時
i cant give up the beat cuz the shit 2 fire
i just put my shoes on 新鞋穿上了
i just took my shoes off 新鞋脫了
i just got rejected by a bitch cause im ugly
she like come 2 her crib cause im funny

jackzebra:
黑妞白酒煮黄焖鸡
机枪子弹不断射击
老奶奶开拖拉机很得劲
房租有点高啊
工资有点低啊
微微张开你的狗眼
蓝领尸体躺在你的宫殿
没勇气但我还有骨气
因为这是我活着的意义
耳机线勒住你的脖子
音量键不断往上升
让你尝尝音乐的力量
novagang 626麻痹神经的剂量
没人能堵住我的嘴巴
怒火早就烧到了眉毛
我一刻也等不下去了
买了张机票直飞古巴
洲际导弹发射到你老家
温度让你变成北京烤鸭
让你在天堂任性抚摸迪迦
我在地狱里把自己改造成了芭比娃娃
我的妈呀
我好可怕
我要来吃你了
你快跑啊

DevilMayCryy - 是個混蛋 🖕 🖕 🖕 🖕 Ft. Jackzebra (prod tencups浩)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

I feel like King James, “Maybe It’s Me”, the deal up in this thing is lames playing the grief card, it’s been just a brief hard, hey we can see, for all us life cold and hot, heat leaving teeth charred. Fold or not, what do you got in yo system? Ask who the best, bitch, I is him! I gets in, on the shit’s I be blitzin’, sacking like Myles Garrett, my styles apparent. Back in this bitch again, digging you a ditch or penitentiary to sit in, why was you hittin’, me like I be quittin’, I don’t fit in, but I drippin’, rippin’ this shit forever, not just a blip in the time, sure severing the never been, you can do it, clipping how I’m cut different, razor sharp vision, my mission to blaze a track apart and more than start, yup, I’ve done it, “Maybe It’s Me” though, who flung that ego to the sun glow, thinking it circulate around me, a jerk ya hate who be sounding boast, well to me and Mick I toast, see the pic I post, fab even in drab, I’m ghost.

Maybe It's Me (Feat. King Smoke) (Prod. feardorian)

Lyrics:

(eating sandwiches is said a bunch)

Whether clickin’ wit’ chicken, begging for egg and, etc, sandwiches is bliss filled, I smiled as I taste next one, can’t just bless one, gotta trust that this fun ain’t done, fuck getting fat, I’ll gladly let me pad the belly ‘til he scat in his grave, that I will save for a grim day, but as of here I pass no fear, food is the mood, that clear? Him say, he want a daunting task, ask him for his order, he get a chicken wit’ the egg and more he sure be pickin’. I don’t border going over my money I have to spend, I floor the gas and this will make more than a whistle out my ass, when I poop it out, my group has doubt about this shit I get, I’ll bet my life on this hype I make from eating what they bake, fuck it add cake, but this is fake, like the food on the menu, I’m into artificial products, my heart’ll miss you when I die, fucks given, no? I had a tad of good life, should knife be given after living, autopsy show I’m driven, to death and end of breath, by thy food I glued my mood to dude, blew rude as the notion that you gave as ya try to save my motion from being sick, I trick me into eating it, not even heating shit, I believe in beating it, treating it like me, a world so cold, cold pizza, bold meats I digest, I try, just stick wit’ it now, how ‘bout I spit out my order, are you ready steady, bet he get the life span shorter. Just by sniffing it, miffed and shit, you may be, hey we whiffed a bit, with what? Show us the surplus ya got! I got two loaf of bread to go ‘head and stack it, in between, can we bean size up and make a racket, yup? Brown beans and greens of beans on item? By him it okay, go spray that on the middle, it’ll, help my self and health with stealth, kill me but what a thrill be, it anyway, I eat chicken and egg, lickin’ ya feet I beg, meet it as I peg a lettuce order to the thang, my daughter I can’t make, once this kill me and I will be, out of commission to help bake, division of ...

(there is a hook in between)

(Peter Griffin)

Huge Ass Sandwich (Prod. Mike Turtle)

Lyrics:

Ever since a young boy he had to Chase Young. Put that work in ‘til his face scrunched. Never wince at the pain cause there more to gain. It was here in Maryland where he sure to train. Get it clear? The picture I’m unfolding? About this dude so cold and bold in his craft, 2nd pick of the draft, straight outta THE Ohio State, bravado great. I reckon sick days is what most will take, a boast the ill make is they ill but not sick, toxic manipulating is not what we do, no hating as well, hell we evaporate and dap our mate, God who he follows, Chase Young, this case stung, for hollow peeps, fuck it, heaps of thick dudes, O Line ain’t go fine when he get the stick through. It’s a sack, shit’s so wack, the left tackle is attacking his coach as he says, “please! don’t get stepped on like a roach!” but really it clearly hard to stop, plus a guard he drop. Chase Young, Washington football, slashing in the gridiron, the root of all we bid on. As sport fans, fuck it, Prize Picks, some size chicks up by making the money stuff. Haha, Chase Young, this a bass strung banger in the car, Chase Young put in that bar work, lifting weights, shifting freights, he can carry a various amount of delirious cargo, far o’vo’ what you can, want Froot Loops delivered, cause of Toucan Sam? Damn, he will deliver, the giver of this I’m knowing as I’m flowing like a river, they may quiver and shiver, when they hear about how Commanders went Commando, lost it all, like the god damn Spurs went south, ‘cept you left the glory day way back to stay wack after Joe Gibbs, no dibs on 1st for Joe Burrow, now you trade ya spade so yo, no hurdle to climb when ya silent like a mime not making good noise, you should voice up now that Dan Sydner whiner stuff is gone forever ever long, but Chase in San Fran-Cisco, got the fans dancing like disco. But now a free agent, we patiently, waiting to see where he great in the D, next. This is a flex, with just one text the deal start. I think 10 milli a year, really it clear in my good ol’ silly heart. Yep.

Chase Young Freestyle (Prod. Roxby)

could it be that a new era of A Hype is upon us ... ?

AIRPODS

Lyrics:

Started in this game young. Big hearted, emotions got me lame strung, the notions I was weak, I couldn’t handle that. I had to peak, stop wit’ ya critique, I thought if I vandal at. What others do, hey, I would put on a display, if that bothers you, get out my way, I’m gon’ let it spray. On the credit of my mom, she told me, that I’m the best version of who I god damn am. Be yourself, don’t put on a mask. Well off it goes to the shelf, and never back. Tell them bro’s I’m helping out, no ask. What kinda task I can do, I ran through the slack. Cause I can vouch for me, yeah, off the couch for me, yeah, no mo’ slouch for me, yeah. Big hearted, never departed. Don’t diminish, I gotta Finish What I Started.

Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.

Started in this game a teen. Still big hearted, for rapping I’m a flame that bring. His own thing, inspired by Tupac. This a king, awaiting on the new block. Don’t need a mic, just give me my iPad. Record into it, I’m like a boss, why mad? Is your feeling, be real and pure, but don’t hate. Again I learned my lesson, they just want me to be great. I been so burned each session, wanting to instigate. To my friends, I’m sorry for taking the bait. This is ends, to the pouty insecureness. Let’s make amends, get rowdy and go spit wit’ sureness. I’m so cold, bold, wit’ the arted. For my name in this game, I’ve been smarted. Fame can be lame, so instead, I’ve darted. Back to lit spit, time to Finish What I’ve Started.

Finish What I Started (Prod. Mark Jones)

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Phresh Hype (Feat. phreshboyswag) (Prod. nyli & xion orion)

A Hype

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