LYRICS: 

I be lurking, foo a demon from the depths of hell with serpent eyes

Slither down yo block, I be hunting for a sacrifice

Keep on grippin 9, a playa neva slip behind

Keep them bitches pimpin, only workin for a dime

808 low, only in a low-ride

Them hoes want mo', a playa ain't got no time

Callin' up my phone, but I just got a new line

Better save her code, in case I need my dick shined

It's lonely when you hustle, always lookin over shoulders 
You cant even trust the partner
They get popped by pigs and get explosive 

'Leive me when i say that we gon' handle that

Talkin to the feds will have me zippin' up they body bag

86 whippin with a duffle sack, 

And if I'm getting caught up, bachata up in the bloodbath

Hate to say it vato, not an empath

Spray em' like a storm motherfucker, we about that



Life been getting better for a g, flourish in the sin while we burning up the gasoline

Gotta hold it down, get that bag to feed the family

Might not wear a crown, but pussy you be fuckin with the king

Yung felon coming, i ain't bluffin' 

Gut em' when he runnin', momma prayin' for her son & 

I ain't even really mean to go & get to stuntin' 

Ops wanna fuck around, the playas get to bussin'

Truth be told I'm fighting for a better life

Sun up in the sky so bright but every day of life still feels like horror night

RIP to pumpkin that's my brodie, that's a ride or die

promise ima get out for the both of us so i don't fly

Every move I make, its like i hear the angels cry

The devil keeps on laughing, he don't even have to fuckin try

Hope i never wake, prayin' on my suicide 

I might not pull the trigger, but i guarantee I'm losing life

SLIPPIN

LYRICS: 

You've been calling me a wizard, but I'm the fucking Warlock

Listen to the way I spit, and make that fucking beat bop

Break your fuckin' hatchets when you try to make my neck chop

Fuckin' on your wifey, yeah I love the way her ass drop


Crying to your homies, yeah you really play the victim mayne

When you're the one who bit the hand that brought you all your flavor mayne


Fuck a lame

Whats your name?

Dummy boy with shitty ink

Needa climb a ladder just to look me in my fuckin face





When you take a peep, better look into my eyes, hoe

Quickly realize, I am not one that you slide on


Gobi in the back, bussin lines off of the 9, yo

Shorty by my side, and im not talking bout' yo wife , hoe



Tell ya the truth, aint got no problems with your boys, though

The reason that you relevent is all because of Dallens flow

Fuck jesse?

Fuck Beau! 

Slander for the clout? Woah...

Claiming you a family but shitting on your little bro


I can feel the treason in the air, yeah its coming

Dallen hit me up if you real 'bout recording

Freakshow Affliliated? 

Gang full of bunnies 

Rabbit season here, bitch 

My blade is feeling lucky, YUH

(Scream FX) 


Throwing a lot of night for a guy thats a woman beater

Yeah that spice, isnt nice, make ya loose ya children

Where the fuck were you, my boy? Locked up & incarcerated

How did you respond to that? "Fuck the kid, I think I'm famous!" 


Know you miss your mom n dad, but they dont feel the same way 

Only thing they missin was the dope they lost on Wednesday

Baby beau forgotten, actin thug to hide the heart ache

Learn to fucking be a man & quit the rap, paralé 


Pinche pendejo, you really just sad

Talking all shit, but you never speak fact

My words gon be flipping like missles, 

Im droppin the pin point 

And blowing this bitch up, Iraq


Go ahead, open the pack

If its you buying, its 30 a sack

Soon as you turning yo body around you gon hit ground and never wake up from the nap


Choppin it fast

Never come last

Shatter yo feelings like porcelain glass

You know where i live, boi my shooters is ready, 

And 'lieve when I say they gon' always shoot last


Making me crack

Music is trash

Even yo woman was fighting her laugh

As soon as my beat is done playing, 

Forever forgotten, just only piece of the past

SPIT (DISS TRACK)

LYRICS: 

Might go catch a body or just maybe buss a deal

Pcp up on that stick, we running after thrills


pullin up in the black truck kicking dust

Watch these vatos head comebust As We Lay Them down for real

I ain't got no time to play no games, better chill

Steady with the aim, pop the chrome like a pill

Take you out so fast you wont remember what had happened, i stay strapped up for that action, yuh we always real


Why these bitches sour like they sippin lemonade

I don't fuck with hoes that aint a 10 or that complain

Money stacking up is why we ballin as a gang

Fuck around and find out homie, thats the fuckin slang


Word up from yo mouth i know you have been talking shit, hoe

Drugs up on supply, from an onion to a benzo

Better hurry up, its a limited supply though

I'm the fuckin pusha man, but catch me staying right foo

PUSHA

LYRICS: 

You be playin with that killa that don't even give a fuck

Creepin like a villian, Chelsea smile, glocky tucked

Laser with the LED, extendo clip on trust

I love the way that hollow tips on impact, they combust


Cock back, point that, trigger happy spray

Knock that, wig back, fuck up his toupee


bout that, black flag, sinner every day

Whip that, matte cat, sippin while i sway



I don't wanna play no games lil bitch, 

I'll dance with death all fuckin day


Pull up in a six four whip, lil bitch

We pushin anything you need


Better not fuckin snitch, you bitch

We stand on buisness, never fake


Gotta get rich, i got that itch 

Or else its felon to the grave


 
Feel the sweat drip,

From the tip, 

Of my nose ,woah


Felon so sick,

Ima prick

Did you know, tho?


2C stepper, but we don't favor a ida-hoes

Got no pepper, bland bitches, fallin' way below


If i bag a bitch, you can bet that she a baddie though

If she suckin' dick, let her finish, now her sister blow

Even if they mad, still got 20 bitches on my phone

Callin up they mans, like they really out to do sum

Pop pop pop 

They fuckin dead, 

Watch them drop, 

They soaking wet

T shirt got a couple holes, 

& now they body's full of lead



Cannot stop

I'm still a threat

Light myself a cigarette

Now the cops are lookin for 

That motherfucker BABY F

2C STEPPA

LYRICS: 

Ima pharoh, king tut, but never drippin' gold 

Black diamonds on the lux, when I hit the rolls

Eazy pimpin', never switchin', I will never fold

Ima True playa gangsta from the underworld


Creepin' through the night, 

Keep my trigger to the right

If I see a pussy motherfucker, 

End his life on sight,


We gon' start the cycle

Aiming down the rifle

Name up on the headstone 

Now yo bitchass just a title


Walkin' through through the holy land of trappin' & bitches

The only thing up on my mind is all the diamonds and riches

I'll Make a hunnit count and then we'll go and flip it for buisness

I Make a profit, keep it steady, stay away from the snitches, im never finished

What ya gonna do?

Baby f a killa and he's coming for you


Motherfuckers bark loud, they got no bite

Motherfuckers talk shit, they got no right

Motherfuckers bet they life, they got no dice

Light work, they be drowning all up in the low tide


What you gon' do when the reaper come to take you?

What you gon' do when the fakers try to make you?

Out to be something that you weren't, desecrate you

Talkin' like your biggest fans, like they didn't hate you

Sorry but you wouldn't know me if you were close enough to blow me

There ain't a forgotten memory that you could show me that would change the fact you've consistently been a fuckin phony

Frontin' like you eatin' all good, but it's all bologna

Bitch shit, get yo wrists slit, I don't got time to fix shit, that I didn't break, ya'll can get bent

I'ma stay perfectin' my craft, ignoring everyone else

You bitches gettin' the shaft, I'm getting ready for hell

Try to help motherfuckers but they not ready for help

These bitches criticize other bitches but never themselves

I'll drown em' all out, isolate like fallout, letting go of all the lames, bitch I'm going all out 


Motherfuckers bark loud, they got no bite

Motherfuckers talk shit, they got no right

Motherfuckers bet they life, they got no dice

Light work, they be drowning all up in the low tide

NO BITE (feat. Bruce Hyde)

LYRICS:

I don't wanna be one of them

I don't wanna be one of them

I don't wanna be one of them

I don't wanna be one of them

I don't wanna be one of them

I don't wanna be one of them

I don't wanna be one of them

I don't wanna be one of them

I don't wanna be one of them


Everybody knows 

My life could be different but

Baby I've been numb 

Taking all this medicine 

I'm blinded by the sun 


I dont wanna finish this

I dont wanna be like this

I'm over it I'm over it


D-O-P-E, in my veins, ah ah

Do a lot of drugs with my squad in the casa 

You don't want this boy you don't want nada

If you come test we gon lay em with a choppa



FTP on a t god damn yeah 

If you need come to me yeah I am

Quick, what you need, got some things, big bread yeah,

Don't you see I'm the king, big steps yeah

DOPE

LYRICS: 

Life aint what it used to be,

painted a pretty picture, 

Just to set it all ablaze,

But I'm hanging just like a fixture 


All my walls are coming down, 

They be closing in, they collapsing

Never gonna frown, 

Ima stay all up in that action


Blunt to the dome

Making beats at home

Glorify the mix & then

Release another song

Even if the friends are fake

Even if the bitch dont stay

I'll get my bag and do my dance,

We doin it the baby way


From a partner to an enemy,

Now you just a memory

Can you feel the energy? 

You bitches lackin density


All they wanna do is play games

While a young pimpin playa gettin paid


POP is the motto,

Ramirez said it first


Paper over pussy , lil homie, 

You put in work

How you gonna claim a bag

But never played in dirt?

Acting like you on the rag, 

Little pussy, do you hurt?

FAKE FRIENDS

LYRICS: 

I don't wanna fall in love again

I don't wanna fall in love again

I don't wanna fall in love again

I don't wanna fall in love again


Tell me if you love me, if you want me, is it too late

Tell me am I everything you wanted since the first date

Baby wanna fuck until she scream into the next day

Whispered in my ear and told me I was your playmate


She playing hard to get

Got no regret

Kiss me on my neck

Filthy sex

I want the rest

I'd tell ya that i love ya but its just a white lie

I'll tell ya how i feel cause baby i dont need no kept ties



Know you wanna hurt me in the end

Know you wanna play me in the end

Know you wanna hurt me in the end

Know you wanna play me in the end

Hah, but

It's all part of her plan

It's all part of her plan

It's all part of her plan

It's all part of her plan




I don't wanna fall in love again

I don't wanna fall in love again

I don't wanna fall in love again

I don't wanna fall in love again

MY HEART IS GONE

LYRICS:

Wanna be a god but motherfucker I'm the reaper 

Ima pull up in yo town and send ya over to the keeper

If you keep on talkin shit then ima break ya fuckin fingers

You gon' really learn today and I'm yo mutha fuckin teacher

Motherfuckers lookin at me like an easy target

Like I'm not the type to fuckin' sell them on the black market

Shoulda been bookin' it out the fuckin' door soon as this 

Rap started 

Regardless

A motherfucker stayin' cold and heartless

Living every day like its my last one

Banging with homies, yeah you know I'm always down, son

If he is a bitch then watch us go and do subtraction 

Split that motherfucker like we playing with our fractions


Aye, quit playing around with my name, little bitch that ain't fashion

Motherfuckers all sound the same, it's clear they lack the passion

Some people lose the game and go ghost like Danny Phantom

The way these pussies operating almost has me laughing


Bitch, I'm a curse

Think your fucked? It's gets worse

You'll be stuck in a hearse

But you won't be dead yet

Shouldn't be too easy, uh

I don't make no death threats

I'ma let you suffer, uh 

On that shit I'm dead set, aye


Choppin that bitch up, ima just switch up 

Just to lay the facts down

Getting that itch i'll never get rid of

Till your making no sounds


When i get rich, gonna get my fix 

I'm staying in the clouds now


Hit the 86 on a dime real quick

Cause we only down to 1 pound


I don't got no chill, I'm a toxic spill, yo bitch wont smash if you got no pills, I'm a sick ass boy, call me Dr. Phil, bitch I won't leave till' I got my fill

Somebody calling the coroner 

Bloodstains cover the corridors

Gather my things, say my goodbye's, then disappear like a sorcerer

Hitting the come up, 2 plays and our bags up but really it all feels the same

Fucking these bitches they loving dick and i really just playing the game

Hold on to feelings but never was really a person who ever could blame

Id rather just load up my pistol, keep steady and taking that aim at your brain

REAPERS (feat. Bruce Hyde)

LYRICS: 

Got a thousand ways to end yo life you fuckin pussy boy

Dont matter how you pick it, I'm a pitbull you my chewing toy

Dis dat big dawg buisness get to steppin fo I hit the lick and 

put a smokin crater in yo dome, a doctor cannot fix it


Baby off the leash, know I'm no chihuaua

Felon such a freak, even ask yo mama

Bury 7 deep, soon you'll call me papa

I been fuckin geeked, smoking on tha za za 


Black bandana wizard

Cup full of sizzurp

Pour it up, another drank

I'm wetter than a fisher


Watch the lights flicker

I can feel the liquor

Wasted all ya time, now I dont wanna go an bicker


Felon for the gang

Never fuck with lames

Never switch up

Baby stay the same


Lifted like a crane

Fuck you and your fame

Gotta live fast, hardest in the paint

SOMETHING HARDER... (FREESTYLE)

LYRICS: 

Day by day I live for pain 

Eternally been petrified 

I live a horror feature film 

I could not even televise


Type of shit that make you 
really wonder what your life is like

Type of shit that make a mother & a father fall & cry


Had a couple brothers, it was homicide, but never died

Yeah I got my angels, but my demons they can never hide

When they want revenge, its hard for me to say I wont comply

Go and send yo text to homie, I can bet he wont reply


Never learned to pray though

Only learned through pay, hoe

Gotta take it back or else you claimin you a fake, no
 
Never was a lame, bro

Down for the gang, yo

If we gonna buss it, then you bet we sprayin k's, foo

Mentally unstable

Cocaine on the table

Freaky trap bitches doin bumps for free cable


I don't fuck with labels

Gladly keep the payroll

I don't need to hit the chart, 

As long as I stay real

FOR THE ONES WE LOST

LYRICS: 

Take to a better place I don't feel okay

I'm not right inside my mind you see it on my face

Take to a better place I don't feel okay

I'm not right inside my mind you see it on my face



Everything is painted black bitch, even my nails

Said i must be in heaven, no bitch I'm in hell

Feel the lifeless concrete walls against face

Would have been better off if I did the race


Should've ran every red and yellow light on the street

Could have been just a bit more easy, nikes are creased

Now the cops are on me, yeah I gotta be free

Broke a couple rules though when I started this spree


A couple bad decisions now I'm gone, yeah

Wishin that I could just hit the bong, yeah

Or roll it up and light it up for fun, yeah

Posted in the yard with all my dawgs, yeah


Cant be in forever yeah, I'ma kick feet

Keep my eyes closed but cant get any sleep


Prayin Mr. Judge will go and set me free

The main thing I'm missing is the hustle n streets



Take to a better place I don't feel okay

I'm not right inside my mind you see it on my face

Take to a better place I don't feel okay

I'm not right inside my mind you see it on my face

FORGIVE ME LORD

LYRICS: 

I'm a visual, drippin dough

Baby such a menace, hoe

Dope boy off the chemical

Don't give a fuck, who want the smoke


Please do not resuscitate

When its time, i'll hit the grave

Demon time on figure 8

I never left, I'm here to stay


Never known to fake it if we spray it, hit the asphalt

Had to learn to walk again, reset him back to default

Thinking you could step to baby, you be smokin bath salt

Bitch i am a dog who never cared about the recall



Run to the bank bouta cash out a check

She loving the way that I go out and flex

Making that bag, even steppin on necks

True to my gang, never bail on the rest


Nothing could make me Just give up and go

One in the chamber, then right to your dome

When you speak to me be watching your tone

In the lab cooking, right pocket got chrome


Hit a motherfucka in the back, 2 gats

I'll

Gut a dummy suckas wig back, no cap

I 

Play with the mane
Put him in pain

Hang from the chain, play devilish games


What can I say

Murder my game

Anybody want it, I'm available all day

Anyone who get to steppin get to learn that faking shit to get the fix is something we don't play

WARRIOR

LYRICS: 

Black flag, swinging from my pocket bitch

Rep that, sinner gang I'm with the shits

All fact, pimpin isn't easy with

No pack, why we gotta keep a switch


Never take the safety off, hollow p's up in the clip,

Never really wanna stop, never trust another bitch

Smoking till I gotta cough, get right fo I sell a zip

I don't dish no pow ya'll, only fishy from the brick


Everybody want a taste, all these bitches want a bump

Hanging round my nuts, but you ain't nothin' but a fuckin chump

Light a swisher up, rich life, call me donald trump

The way I'm moving paper lost the feds, they lookin pretty stumped


Do it again, only a couple times more mayne

Dishin the yay, but never caught up in my own lane

Not really sane, but there enough to make your blood drain

Smoke any strain, keep me higher than any damn plane

S-I-N-N-E-R

Whip the 86 with a fine lil bitch yeah

2010 mustang, flash chrome rims, yeah

Pull up with the top down, big ass grin, yeah

Mac on her lap, when we spin, big drift yeah


Baby is a bad man, rising from the grave, hoe

All black, face tats, walking fucking freakshow

Sell a couple bags, only purest of the white though

Rollin up a fatty up, like we fuckin with some play doh


Never gonna switch dawg, 

Nasty like some eggnog

Fuckin with young felon sets you up to fuckin get robbed


Fuck a fruitcake bitch ass mothafucka

Dumb pussy boi, you ain't nothin but a sucka

Never stompin, never slackin, always pure what I be packin 

Fuck a dub, and fuck a ball, we only keep an oz in action 

If you ain't got cash then we gon' have to stop the whole transaction

Benjamins up in the pocket, icy chains, I keep em flashin'

SINNER

LYRICS: 

Me and my shiesty, blowin smoke out when we riding

Got that 40 in my lap, yeah, leave his momma crying 

When I say that I'm a bastard, better trust that I'm not lying

Do it for the dead homies, pussy we aint out here trying


Me and my shiesty, blowin smoke out when we riding

Got that 40 in my lap, yeah, leave his momma crying 

When I say that I'm a bastard, better trust that I'm not lying

Do it for the dead homies, pussy we aint out here trying


Yeah quit the tec, but still smoking on the daily

Got a demon for a soul, I'm a fiend and I been craving

I done sped up with the brakes on, wired but I'm lazy

Got a couple close ones, know they wont betray me

But im trippen on the fact 

That friends can turn to enemies

Stab you in the back

Without use of extremities 


All that shit is wack

No forfeit for no felonies

Thas why we keep a gat

Trigger happy tendencies


Caught up in my ways, no

I can't change a thing, woah 

Ain't got diamonds in my chain yet, 

Still be breakin pesos

Dont be actin lame bro

Snitchin, you a fake though

Watch me pull up with a k and put 2 in his brain, yo


Me and my shiesty, blowin smoke out when we riding

Got that 40 in my lap, yeah, leave his momma crying 

When I say that I'm a bastard, better trust that I'm not lying

Do it for the dead homies, pussy we aint out here trying


Me and my shiesty, blowin smoke out when we riding

Got that 40 in my lap, yeah, leave his momma crying 

When I say that I'm a bastard, better trust that I'm not lying

Do it for the dead homies, pussy we aint out here trying

ME N MY SHIESTY

LYRICS:

Famous in my hood, I don't even have to bang though

Black flag, hanging from the waist, yo

Bussin on ops if they really wanna play, hoe

Bullet from the chop, make ya life stop, yo

Woah 

Stay duckin

I'm loving

She suckin

Yo bitch she on top, yuh she fuckin

You boring as fuck, she want fun sin


I'ma take her out for the night, but she'll be back

I ain't got time for a bitch, ion feel that

She a dirty ass hoe, you can keep that

Give good head, whole tapped that

Never trust hoes, that a straight up, damn fact

Love for the streets, but i could never go back

Only love paper, so I gotta keep a fat stack

Fuck all colors, when we buss, fit all black


You be claiming you a gangsta but you aint shit

Selling dope rocks out ya mommas basement

Baby F a killa, you don't wanna face him

Knock his lights out, watch him hit the pavement


Oh shit

Got blood on the new js

Trap a couple pounds south, down from LA

I been running this bitch, just like a relay

Thats a touchdown, go and watch the replay



Molly and water straight into my cup

Dirty as fuck from the tec we poured up

My homies, my dogs, are my amily straight up

Shoutout to Jonah, stay cookin it up 

Reanna a baddie, she throwin it back

Toss me the lighter, no sparking the crack

Green from the pack, yeah I saved it for last

Giving no fucks, pushing down on the gas


Chop it up 

With my boy Bruce Hyde

Fuck it up

Like it aint got rights

Double cup 

Hi tec with sprite

Double jump,

Yeah, I only shoot high

No, i will never go

Switch on a bitch, but never fold

Flick of the wrist, and I'm earning gold

Dick for ya mama, but she love it thoooough


You be claiming you a gangsta but you aint shit

Selling dope rocks out ya mommas basement

Baby F a killa, you don't wanna face him

Knock his lights out, watch him hit the pavement


Oh shit

Got blood on the new js

Trap a couple pounds south, down from LA

I been running this bitch, just like a relay

Thats a touchdown, go and watch the replay

LIGHTS OUT!

LYRICS: 

Pull up with the fucking gang

West coast sinners in this thang

Money jumping when it rang

Always keep it simple mane


I don't give a fuck bout fame,

The industry is full of lames,

Bunch of fake ass rappers doing anything

They labels say


Say what I wanna say, do the thangs I want

Smile on my fucking face, staying laced, I'm feeling numb

Clouds in my living space, saying grace when I go dumb

Lookin like its gonna rain, heavy chain, we dripping son


Fuck the oppositions, yeah they never were my family

Hating from a distance, yall be scared, ain't coming close to me

Knowing I got choppers and I'll aim them with precision, g

Lay they ass to bed and they ain't ever waking up from sleep



Wet em' up like wetto when I pull up in they ghetto

Screaming in falsetto, yeah he wasn't staying mellow

Blood on her stilettos, you can hear the violence echo

Yeah I am that fellow, you gon get played like a cello


I can hear the sirens, coming closer from a distance

Better pack it up before the police in my business

Line it up real quick and like a addict ima sniff it

Know we'll get away cause we took out the only witness


VOID FREESTYLE

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B A B Y  F (YOUNG FELON)

𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔 𝙁 (𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙉)

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