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trelly connor

features from @johnnymizenko 

production from @johnnymizenko @doxxmade @ivvys1 
@baryxprod @notfayglo @4our3va @trellyconnor @yvngonce @sett7v @prod.by.cloud
executively produced by Trippie Redd

All We Got

Floppoto

🏀

Linda Claire

4NEM

Tuxedo (feat. Tadoe)

Melt My Eyez See Your Future

Mental (feat. Saul Williams & Bridget Perez)

art by @fvckk.bvnn
lyrics:
i can’t tell you 
i can’t tell you how many times
that i’ve wanted i’ve wanted to quit
i can’t tell you 
i can’t tell you how many times
that i’ve wanted i’ve wanted to run

gotta stay strong  
gotta stay strong my friend 
gotta stay strong  
there’s no one in the end
to watch you run

keep step wit me
if you forget take a breath 
keep me in yo mind 
there’s no one left here
i feel my spine move every step
bring me one step closer to escape
realizing all is fake
the illusion of being awake
i hope my son know that he’s made to walk the sun

you can run decide 
to fight or fly, i may

choose to ride the lightning
miles away 
 
i hope my son know that he’s made to walk the sun
i hope my son know daddy’s proud of what he’s done
i hope you live to shoot another day
you’d better brought some bullets in your gun

the night the day
the time decay 
our bodies escape from us

why do we 
have to prey on eachother
quite so much?

there is no answer to these questions
learn your lesson
walk away from awesome power
blessings come with practice
on our backs is all this weight 
some can’t handle knowing 
it’s their fate

and they wanna go back, oh yeah
and they tryna go back, oh yeah
but there aint no goin back, oh no
yeah there’s only one path, oh yeah

and they wanna go back, oh yeah
yeah they tryna go back, oh yeah
but there aint no goin back, oh no
yeah there’s only one path, oh yeah

i can’t tell you 
i can’t tell you how many times
that i’ve wanted i’ve wanted to quit
i can’t tell you 
i can’t tell you how many times
that i’ve wanted i’ve wanted to run

gotta stay strong  
gotta stay strong my friend 
gotta stay strong  
there’s no one in the end
to watch you run

RUN (PROD. BRAHMAN)

I didn’t see it on here so I might as well post it on here

Loathe - White Hot

it go off

converse

southside of heaven

campin

august 2020

u dont c

Extract

feel so bad

Hypnosis for Sleep

Old Man

trelly mizenko, johnny connor prod johnny mizenko [LYRICS]

(woohoo)
Me and johnny, we like steph & klay, we like lebron and wade, and not the other ones

I just hopped out this b*tch a firearm, look like a pistol, but sound like another gun

If you really got b*tches then show me one, I’m getting faded from shots like the kobe one

With my brodie nem, N*ggas ain’t talking bout nothing, You wanna say something? Then stand on the motherf*cking podium (BLAH)

Mops in this b*tch, hanging up on the wall, Like a n*gga could be a custodian

I don’t got no opps n*gga I’m rolling them
I just told my big brother to pour me up
I keep waking my brodie up, slide with a whole a** mask and them N*ggas still know it’s us

2020 them n*ggas ain’t notice us, couple years later, them motherf*ckers know wassup

Got yo b*tch i’m like “ho wassup?”
I don’t want nothing from her but my motherf*cking scrotum touched

I just came in the crib after smoking a blunt and I’m bout to go roll up another one
If my brother want something, then know it’s done, Free my lil brother and long live my older one.
I got n*ggas inside of this b*tch, they be ready to crash just for getting my shoulder touched (BLAH)

yea, yea

Put the bank first, I’m not iggy azelea 
Pop out, one time, 2 chains held up
Don’t believe nun of that sh*t that they tell you (WHAT?)
I got this b*tch and i’m railing her, nailing her, just like a picture
I put lean in a motherf*cking pitcher
I call a bad b*tch, tell her I Miss Her
this b*tch older than me call me mister

“johnny, johnny cmon bro.. not again”
(BLAH)

F*cking every b*tch until my d*ck falling off
B*tch i’m lit as sh*t, I’m never ever falling off I put my d*ck inside her mouth just like it’s tylenol.

Give me head until i headache 
she said I look good, then her pants started falling off
Hit her once, and then i said “when i get home i’m calling” but i didn’t call at all
F*cking her once, and now she obsessed, make me stressed, now I gotta call it off
Choppa al-might one for you, you, & you
yea hittin all of y’all

trelly mizenko, johnny connor

All (intro) prod. yvngonce [LYRICS]

I was outside with my brother, my brother, my shooter.
Don’t give a f*ck about nothing, n*gga we bussin, clutch baby ruger
I be the n*gga that teach him a lesson like I be a motherf*ckin tutor 

I get the motherf*ckin bands I’m true to this sh*t like my first name was Buddha
She wanna know my real last name I’m telling her “What’s it to you?”
I cannot f*ck on that b*tch if that p*ssy stank and smelling like tuna
All of money be so damn long I think that I need me a ruler, I got bad b*tches in this b*tch right now I feel like I’m bktharula
I got this b*tch on her knees like she praying she not even saying “ Hallelujah “
Got a blonde ho and she go super saiyan, I think that i want me the blue one, With the blue hair.
Don’t pull up thinking sh*t sweet, my n*ggas, they shoot there.

Put everything inside of one pot
I do this sh*t for my brother, and mama, and sister, my n*gga, I’m all that they got
I took a risk and I got to the bank
F*ck all them n*ggas that told me I can’t 
Shout out to all of the hater that doubted me I told them n*ggas “I needed it alot”

F*ck all them opps, them n*ggas not going no where, them n*ggas gone stay on the block
I’m on a plane, this bad b*tch giving me brain, I’m smokin propane til I rot.
Look at the chain
Look at the grill
Look at the fist
Look at the wrist
Look at the whip
Look at my b*tch
Don’t gotta tell you I’m making alot
I’m giving all this sh*t all that I got (4x)
I’m giving all this sh*t all to my children, grandchildren, the children I don’t even got
200 years i’m still in this b*tch
giving this  sh*t everything that I got

(yea, yea)

Shout out my motherf*cking brother, my brother, my shooter.
Don’t give a f*ck about nothing, n*gga we bussin, clutch baby ruger
I be the n*gga that teach him a lesson like I be a motherf*ckin tutor

Human Connection Complication prod johnny mizenko [LYRICS]

Locked in with the same gang
I don’t even f*ck with them outside folks 
I’m in a big a** crib and my sleeping clothes cost more than my outside clothes

Oh My God bro, all of you n*ggas is broke i don’t know why y’all outside for
All of them b*tch n*ggas pressed as sh*t n*gga i don’t even give a f*ck bout that ho
I might give this sh*t to a homeless n*gga i don’t give a f*ck bout my clothes
I just turned a bad b*tch to a homeless n*gga I don’t give a f*ck bout my hoes

My ex b*tch can’t stand my nonsense that be why she slouching for
I ain’t recorded sh*t in 2 months, still got fye sh*t in my notes
Still got fye sh*t from last year I ain’t dropped n*ggas keep stealing my flow
N*ggas f*cking up my peace
F*ck it Imma grab that piece and I bet it’s gone blow
Bet it’s gone blow like nose
Don’t give a f*ck what you said b*tch n*gga we know
It could’ve been my biggest fan, Can’t pay for the verse then i’m telling him “no”
Keeping it one double O
My b*tch a 1+1+4+4 (10)
I’m from the 3+3 (6)
P*ssy a** N*gga try me Imma up that- (ahhhhh)

Locked in with the same gang
I don’t even f*ck with them outside folks 
I’m in a big a** crib and my sleeping clothes cost more than my outside clothes (2x)
I’m in a big a** crib and my inside clothes cost more than my outside clothes yea

human connection complication

ur not a failure [LYRICS]

Said “imma try my best” n*gga, then i turnt up,  B*tch i wasn’t lying
Graduated with depression, still depressed b*tch, and i’m not lying 

This sh*t right here wanna make me drop my head and cry (2x)

I’m okay, but b*tch I feel like dying
I wanna know where Vel at all the time I miss my slime
136 on my hand but that’s my backbone, that’s my spine 
Running all this sh*t up to the tippidy top
Don’t give a f*ck about nobody in this sh*t but me & mines

This sh*t right here wanna make me drop my head & cry (2x)

I almost died,and nobody know (4x)

I’m not crying, if it’s about a hoe
Dollarsigns, they came in a load
I’m too high, my eyes, they be low
Walk in this b*tch I’m a motherf*cking goat.

This sh*t make me wanna drop my head and cry
This sh*t right here made me drop my head and cry

This sh*t make me wanna drop my head and cry
This sh*t right here made me drop my head and cry

ur not a failure

Throwin up 2s like peace [LYRICS]


Sippin on mud, not juice
I do this sh*t for me, I do this sh*t for my crew
You ain’t talkin bout nun, Peace out, Throwin up 2s
Givin it all I got like i ain’t got nun to lose

F*ckin this bad a** b*tch
Up in this fast a** whip
Dissin on 136, b*tch a** n*gga, f*ck round get killed
Threats in my dm, but really outside, b*tch im keepin that steel

(b*tch-) Steel in my hand like a damn bat
Never ever gotta ask “Where trell at?”
Put em on a wall, where the nail at?
Send hell of shells where the snails at
Send his b*tch a** down where hell at
F*ck jail, where the damn cell at?
Smokin big rifa, can u smell that?

I was outside (5x)
N*ggas makin diss songs, n*ggas gone die
See him one time, n*gga seein my fye
Glock go- (ahh)
Mama’s gone cry
N*ggas don’t be in the P they lying
Who sh*t be on repeat? That’s mine

My n*ggas locked up, none of them killed
N*ggas aint sliding on sh*t, get real
My n*ggas sliding like IG reel
N*ggas ain’t talkin bout nun, be still
I’d rather be locked up than be killed
F*ck life, walk out, Throwing up 2s
Big bank, walk up, throwing up blues
Give all I got like i aint nun to lose, You n*ggas be b*tches

I got sh*t that’s f*cked up with vision
Sippin med’s I don’t need a prescription 
I’m just f*ckinh this b*tch cause she nasty
I don’t know who she is, but she spitting 
If them boys want me dead then come get me
If they want to go to war then let’s get it

throwin up 2s like peace

scream

Isaiah Rashad ft. Kendrick Lamar & Zacari - Wat's Wrong (prod. by Al B Smoov & D. Sanders)

Playboi Carti

Lookin (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

My Turn

Heatin Up