prod heyem & splatt , vocal chops from bennyluv

2bad

light

SELF PRODUCED

backroom
rapping on this beat goddam this shit going crazy
i can tell this bitch she really wanna be my lady
do that shit too much im like, what you doing lately
eating on the noodles bitch i think im going crazy
think inside my head, like guns busting like amazing
huh, bullet casing yea, let the k sing
let that fucking K up, (let the fuking K up)

bitch i cause way too much damage
tell me what u want, like baby causing up some havoc
i could tell u what u want like baby u can have it, u could have it
throwing up a party in the palace, throwing up a party in the palace

got 2 many bands, bitch im off the drugs
give a fuck, give a fuck, im off of that lust
like 31 takes bitch, ion even think i speak english
1 bad bitch in the backroom,1 bad bitch in the backroom
throwing up a party in the palace

PALACE

self produced
endicement? not even a real word but i guess it is now
(no autotune for this one)

endice

Produced Mix & Mastered By Me

(splatt)

I just ballout every lane, bitch i lane switch
then they hear bout my name, its amazing
what you smoking on bro what you blazinn
what you smoking on bro what you chasinn
got my money in my bag, bitch i gamble that
ga-gave me drugs i cant handle that
all these fucking drugs hit my body
hitting me too much like rocky
heh, she looking at my face she amaze me
huh, she had me the one thinking im crazy
go to a atm bitch cash out
blow up blow up bitch i think its a fallout
yea yea she like my lifestyle yea she ballout, huh yea yea she ballouut
yea she ballout

what you on about, who name you calling out?
who showed all you those sounds?, who gave you all those rounds
huh, yea girl yea i like the way you got on those rings
she tell me boy, i like the way that you sing
but baby girl i cant get even get you off my mind
i think- i think im way to stuck up thinking bout the time
coughing-coughing off these drugs, gotta spend it all the time
yea huh, gotta spend it all the time.
they ask me like bro are you fine?
get the fuck out my face i think im fine

wha- what you smoking on bro what you blazinn
what you smoking on bro what you chasinn
got my money in my bag, bitch i gamble that
ga-gave me drugs i cant handle that- huh
a- all these fucking drugs hit my body
hitting me too much like rocky
heh, she looking at my face she amaze me
huh, she had me the one thinking im crazy
go to a atm bitch cash out
blow up blow up bitch i think its a fallout
yea yea she like my lifestyle yea she ballout, huh yea yea she ballouut
yea she ballout

sourrbelt

Produced Mix Master By Me 


(splatt)

I can’t get you out my head, I thought you knew that
But baby, you go way too fast, I can’t even move past
It’s like 300 days, b****, I can’t even look back
I can’t even look baack, I can’t even look back

Gettin’ under the umbrella, you do too much
Thinkin’ you a trendsetter, but I don’t give no f***
I just step out in my sweater, thought you was one
But you steppin’ in Margiela, who gave you that one?

I smoke so long, I feel like Elon — will you come along?
Won’t be too long, won’t leave me alone, won’t leave me alone
Geeked up bad, smokin’ up a drag, do you hear the swag?
I know you hear that, right
Wanna play that s*** at night, like 3AM on a flight
Like 3AM, I’m too high — at 3AM, I’m too high

(At 3AM, I’m way too high — at 3AM, I’m way too high
At 3AM, I’m way too high — at 3AM, I’m way too high)

I can’t get you out my head, I thought you knew that
But baby, you go way too fast, I can’t even move past
It’s like 300 days, b****, I can’t even look back
I can’t even look baack, I can’t even look back

Gettin’ under the umbrella, you do too much
Thinkin’ you a trendsetter, but I don’t give no f***
I just step out in my sweater, thought you was one
But you steppin’ in Margiela, who gave you that one?

I smoke so long, I feel like Elon — will you come along?
Won’t be too long, won’t leave me alone, won’t leave me alone
Geeked up bad, smokin’ up a drag, do you hear the swag?
I know you hear that, right
Wanna play that s*** at night, like 3AM on a flight
Like 3AM, I’m too high — at 3AM, I’m too high

(Aha)

(At 3AM, I’m way too high)

(Splatt)

At 3AM, I’m way too high — at 3AM, I’m way too high
At 3AM, I’m way too high — at 3AM, I’m way too high

TooHigh

Produced Mix Master By Me 

(splatt)

Yeah, you the money b****, I’m the music
I ain’t never tell you how to do that s***, but baby you know how I abuse it
Smoking up too many drugs in my f***** brain, b**** like how’d I do it
I don’t even tell you where I’m at, I don’t even tell you where I’m at
Where the f*** you posted at, posted up on the f***** ‘gram
I’m like where the f***, f*** I’m at, where the f*** like follow me back
I ain’t worried about too much though, like smoking up on a fronto
Like roll that s***, like roll that s***, like smell that s*** like uh oh (like uh oh)
I’m like where I go? Smoking up like Elon, I’m like, like on the road she honor roll, where she wanna go
Ain’t worried about too much though, like where the f*** you wanna go
Wanna go up to the front row? Okay, let’s go

You told me how I know this, but I ain’t told you how I wrote it, b****
Write my name up on the list, but I ain’t told you I ain’t notice, b****
B****, I know you want more, but b****, I don’t got control
But b****, I don’t got drough, b****, I don’t got no more drough
Lost my mind a couple days back, but I got better
She tell me like, “Why the f*** you drive so f***** fast up in this weather?”
B****, I got way too f***ing crazy, but I got way better and I got clever
She wanna talk like all day, all day, like okayyy

Only hear about what you said, got red flags all on your head
Like stop at the mf red light, stop in your mf headlights
B**** tell me like where the deadline, like b**** tell me where the f*** the deadline
I just worry about my f***** future, I just wish I really never knew her
Go inside my head, hit a f***** button just to remove her
Yeah, twisted thoughts inside my f***ing head, I need a skewer
Life get better, life better, but I swear you make it worse
Life get better, life better, but it feelin’ like a curse
It feelin’ like a curse, it feelin’ like a curse

(B*** tell me like where the deadline, like b**** tell me where the f*** the deadline)*

Deadline

Produced Mix Master By Me 


I don’t got no friends, lemme see yo hands, throw it up, dance
I don’t got no friends, lemme see yo hands, throw it up, dance, throw it up, dance

’Bout a minute ago I was stuck on the road
She told me “where’d you go?”, I told you I’m on go
Is you outta luck, baby you gotta run
Is you outta luck, baby you gotta run

Now fly me to the sun
’Bout a minute ago I was stuck on the road
She told me “where’d you go?”
I know, stuck inside my head like what you been on, b****?
Countin’ up my deads like how the f*** you even notice it?
But I think I just notice s***, pour that s***, roll it quick
Give me another one for my f*****’ friend
Need a bit more, b****, need about ten

(count, count it up)

I think I’m way too f***** up, I can’t even focus
She told me “how you fell in love,” b**, I just notice
You stole my heart, baby, yeah I know you stole it
Who wrote this song, baby? Yeah, I know I wrote it

I think I’m way too f***** up, I can’t even focus
She told me “how you fell in love,” b**, I just notice
You stole my heart, baby, yeah I know you stole it
Who wrote this song, baby? Yeah, I know I wrote it

Knowtice

Produced Mix Master By Me 


Goin’ down the street, b**** I’m goin’ down

B**** I’m goin’ down the street, goin’ ’bout 120
Don’t even listen to me, but baby I got what you need
Posted up with some fiends, smokin’ up the green
Don’t listen to a thing I said, but I got what you need

I know I can’t have that — but where your boyfriend at?
He lookin’ at your map, he know he can’t get you back
Headin’ to the store, I’m like “what you want?”
Everything under my control, I’m like “what you flaunt?”

You want everything I roll, I’ma smoke a blunt
I don’t know your name, b****, but I don’t speak your language
What the f*** your name is? You can’t even name it
I’m like, what the f***, goin’ 120, crash the whip, I’m like what the f***

Posted up with some fiends, smokin’ up the green
Don’t listen to a thing I said, but I got what you need
I don’t know your name, b****, but I don’t speak your language
What the f*** your name is? You can’t even name it

Google Maps

Produced Mix Master By Me 

(haha) (oh yea)
B****, it’s really nice to meet ya, yeah I got my chopper, yeah my heater
B****, I let that s*** heat up, b****, I let that s*** heat up
B****, it’s me, the world of eaters, b****, you can’t f*****’ see us
Told you, really nice to meet ya, smoking up good-good diesel, yeah
Pulling up in that truck, matte black, not stock, b****
Mad Max can’t handle this, Mad Max, do damage
She like, “When you come up off the drugs?” I can’t do that, b****
Touchin’ up on the f*****’ floor, I’m on the rug, b****, I do what I want
B****, I do what I can, you can’t even see what the f*** I got in my hand

Passin’ up a band, countin’ up my band, get it on the cam, get it on the cam
Count it up, count it up, count it up — g*****
Passin’ up a band, countin’ up my band, get it on the cam, get it on the cam
Count it up, count it up, count it up — g*****

Yeah

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