Buck (Prod.Spvrk)

Crackin Jaws (Prod.Spvrk)

Flu (prod.armas)

Lace Up (Prod.SB7)

Zone 2 Ft.WSOJester (Prod.SB7)

Spraying the 33 like im bird, im always accurate 
Dropping off the pounds of weed, like I manufacture it 
Cut the moon rock, make a Crator
Riding in the Everglades feeding bodies  to the gators  
Serving packs like a waiter 
Tryna get a Glock laser 
North block boy with the face looking graver 

Crash out, .45
Tears in
My eyes 
I cry 
Don’t know 
Where to go 
Alone 
Can’t go 
Back home 

Watching the sun rise 
Always staying up too late 
Only goal is to get high
So at night I don’t pace 
I don’t even talk, all u fake fuckers snakes 
I’m too antisocial never leaving my place 

Produced by oceanash

Moonrock Craters

Silent (Prod.Spvrk)

KxLT x Kusha K - DEATH LIST

Kusha K - 999 MPH [FAST VERSION]

Syrup in the chalice, lean look like rot,
Pentagram circled, why I cannot stop 
Demons playing oujia spelling words that I forgot 
Levitate off my feet, satan has a plot 

Edible make me delay 
I just like floating away 
Text from her left it on Grey
Eyes red, what is today?
Late night ride, no light
Voice in my head wanna fight
I don’t wanna vent, I cave in,
Heat in my chest like Cajun.
Thc sipping
Acid tripping 
Double dipping 
Tabs hit fast Amazon shipping 
Black Sentra whipping 
Middle finger flip in the air
Leave em in stitches I have no care 
Living and missing when I’m in my stare 
Zip the bag and I smoke my share 
Another 3 5 so high there’s no repair like where the fuck the solutions at
Matte black Glock and my cat on my lap 
Fake bitch flock I just had to push em back
Ocean why the fuck you walking like that
Ocean why the fuck you talking like that 
Can’t help it I’m so faded from the gas 
Smoke too much now I’m flat on my back 
weed is loud, silent when I lash 
Mind upside down like a fucking bat 
Blunt in the air like a toast 
Smoke it all away like hope
I don’t wanna see your ghost 
I don’t wanna drive to the coast 
Blunt in the air like a toast 
Smoke it all away like hope
I don’t wanna see your ghost 
I don’t wanna drive to the coast 

Syrup in the chalice, lean look like rot,
Pentagram circled, why I cannot stop 
Demons playing oujia spelling words that I forgot 
Levitate off my feet, satan has a plot 

Produced by oceanash

Rotten Rituals

Esquece Denovo #soldierboyweed420

Silent (Prod.Spvrk)

Carcano