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Ok this is the last single before the album drops I love you guys <3

art by @welkin1213 on IG

Lyrics:

(TRIPLE777)

I put that fa**** where the grass is,
Fuck money I be jackin off at Sax Fifth,
Lets run it bitch I dont think you wanna catch this,
Face filled with plastic when im done spazzin,
Fuck yo face up oh my god so tragic,
Break yo throat now you gaspin no breath closed casket,
Matches to ashes im so done ive had it,
Burn you alive then I tag it and bag it,
Read the Necronomicon before brunch,
I feel just like Genghis Khan I kill runts,
Fuck you pussy ima god so pray up,
You about to see yo grandma suckin cock,
I dont give a single fuck and then some,
You can catch me goin dumb and gettin buck,
Fuck yo momma makin love cant get enough,
Me and H to the X STAGE goin nuts,

(HXSTAGE)

Mom look I’m on skotskr beat,
Don’t give a shit about anything, 
haven’t reached my peak,
Hate this living shit low key, 
I’m not impressed by anything quit this shit go to sleep, 
I can’t take you fucks when you gonna give it up, 
Bitch you runners up you fuckin suck,
Like a fuckin whore, 
Lick my nuts, 
Woah, 
Imma knock a pussy to the floor, 
Bitch you better be ready to get it in, 
Bitch I been ready to go look at your throat, 
Look at the muhfucking blade in it,
Come around here and you float off in the moat, 
Fed to the muhfucking gators bitch,
There’s no room for sorry there’s no way that you can take it back,
Everything is building and it,
And it tears at my skin again, 
Ruining everything making me crave the end,
Take it away,
Make it go,
Take it a-fucking-way.

BODYBAG

BODYBAG - TRIPLE777 x HXSTAGE (PROD. SKOTSKR)

Lyrics:

I remember way back when no one hittin up my phone callin me they little bro now they won’t leave me alone,
Fuck is up with that lil bro yah you a joke I been out here on my own so stop claiming that we folk,
Motha fucka I been on my shit,
Motha fucka I been on my shit,
Motha fucka you brand new bitch,
Tryna wiggle in my circle dawg sit,
Motha fucka I been on my shit,
Motha fucka I been on my shit,
Motha fucka you brand new bitch,
Tryna wiggle in my circle dawg sit,
2 hell hounds chained by my side,
My chariot ride to the sound of yo cry’s,
You can pray now but I will still rise,
The UNDERLORD flys with the wings of demise,
Me and my ghouls gonna crash the after party,
Chillin on the couch we all dead like a zombie,
We just stole the AUX and we put on Playboy Carti,
Shoutout all my day ones they be permanent like sharpie,
In my brain there’s a bag bitch,
In this plane you gotta scrap bitch,
Run it up ima talk my shit,
Run it up ima top yo shit,
Eat steak and pop a tag bitch,
New shoes look at that shit,
Blowin up like some fallout shit,
I’m to fast you can’t follow this,
I’m yo worst nightmare, 
With that fresh footwear,
Sayonara take care,
My talents goin elsewhere,
I’m ready for that warfare, 
You lookin like a damn square, 
Bitch I come correct here,
bitch,
Motha fucka I been on my shit,
Motha fucka I been on my shit,
Motha fucka you brand new bitch,
Tryna wiggle in my circle dawg sit,
Motha fucka I been on my shit,
Motha fucka I been on my shit,
Motha fucka you brand new bitch,
Tryna wiggle in my circle dawg sit,
2 hell hounds chained by my side,
My chariot ride to the sound of yo cry’s,
You can pray now but I will still rise,
The UNDERLORD flys with the wings of demise!

KICKASS

KICKASS (PROD. T7)

Art by @lacid_pills on IG

Lyrics:
Andale andale break yo face then I sip on my sweet tea,
This is the sound of a century,
All of this shit complementary,
Crème brûlée on my plate with the steak and the garnish it lookin like mint leaf,
All white fit look like whitney,
Yo fashion is lookin real trendy,
My attitude rich,
But I ride no Bentley,
I don’t need no flex,
Cause I’ve already met me,
When you say who’s this,
Better say it correctly,
Cause I got no time to be friendly,
we are not boys no we are not besties,
Speak on my name then it could get messy,
Fuck out my way I think I’m ascending,
I bring the pain don’t care who offended,
I know this song is sending a message,
End yo career and call you a medic
You Look in the mirror to See who pathetic,
I’ve been the goat infact a legend, 
You been a hoe around my presence peasant,
I do this a lot,
So what makes you think ima flop,
Came on the track and I made it a bop,
I chill in the back but I came to the front,
you doin me dirty I need me a mop,
Hella alive unlockin the lock,
Cant fuck witchu guys I’m chillin on top,
I’m doin this shit till it’s my time to drop,
Bitch,
Yeah,
New me,
New life,
You see,
I might,
Go wild,
Sometimes,
that’s why,
They don’t like,
Shit I do cause I don’t think twice,
feels right why would I change mind,
Fake minds don’t understand mine and they still won’t when this goes live,
Every bar a fuckin gold mine,
I don’t even really gotta try,
All you can rappers are a son of mine,
you want hate you can get in line,
Same shit till you 45,
Fuck you tryna say who I,
Am fam you ain’t fuckin my,
Dawg bruh you ain’t ride or die,
Don’t spare yo emotions,
don’t care bout the notions,
Waves come through the oceans,
Not trends or you posers!

SWEET TEA

SWEET TEA (PROD. T7)

Art by: https://soundcloud.com/whosbrokie
Lyrics:

(TRIPLE777)
Bitch I rap what I’m livin,
Fake hoes always trippin,
Bankroll for the linen,
Im gold get to diggin,
Bitch I rap what I’m livin,
Fake hoes always trippin,
Bankroll for the linen,
Im gold get to diggin,
Ima Underground American idol,
Right hand on the Bible,
My talent is im yo fuckin rival, 
You needa revival,
Three sevens,
read the title,
I make rappers suicidal,
Kill this shit like my name is Michel,
Make you fold make you docile,
Bitch I just came out the cut,
It’s funny cause there was no blood,
You ain’t catchin up to my luck,
You ain’t catchin up to me bud,
Eat my dust,
All new bars no rust,
Do this shit l must, 
Blow yo mind like what,
Bitch I rap what I’m livin,
Fake hoes always trippin,
Bankroll for the linen,
Im gold get to diggin!

(CXRPSE)
I rap what im living,
Do it all independent,
If you run up on me pussy boy ill put you in a clinic,
Look here,
Im a god,
Im a star,
I don’t need no stu,
Cuz I rap in my car,
And you whack,
Think its hard,
Cuz you cap,
From your heart,
You niggas act so bizarre,
Fuck you pussy ass niggas,
I don’t got time overlord I go berserk,
We gon leave you in the dirt,
Boy this shit aint a nerf!

(TRIPLE777)
Bitch I rap what I’m livin,
Fake hoes always trippin,
Bankroll for the linen,
Im gold get to diggin!

GOLDEN

GOLDEN - TRIPLE777 x CXRPSE (PROD. T7)

Lyrics:

I know that you mad,
If im trippin I fall on a bag,
If im spending that shit make it back,
That if I was a bitch id be bad yeah,
Who really on that?
We racing you comin in last,
So loud im breaking the glass,
So wild that im fuckin mad,
See the shit ive been doin?
They knowin my name but dont ask,
See all the shit im pursuing?
They spit in my face and then laugh,
Fuck that ima take off the mask and show you whats whack you dumb fuckin fag,
Dumb fuckin fag I aint scared of you rats I know that you lack what I got in the bag BOW,
You can take it or leave it cause I dont give a fuck about all yo reasons you better belive it oh boy I can see it yo pockets anemic,
Hittin my line for somthin you needed,
Boy its comedic,
Ima repeat it,
Boy its comedic Im so undefeated the ones who once hated me now want my penis,
Came in the game like it all want my semen,
Its still funny that Im up on the map,
Yo nose runny cause you cryin you sad,
Too busy hittin on my girl from the back and I couldnt care about a word that they said,
Still fakin bout the shit that you rap and when it get scary you up and then dash,
Cash cash cash countin my racks,
Cash cash cash countin my racks,
New me but im still manic,
Every week so Im gettin at it,
Feelin divine In one second,
And in the other feelin like I havent,
My whole life feelin cinematic while you takin acid just to feel the magic,
Fill the void we all fuckin adicts,
While my vice is to be a legend,
Rather die on my feet than die on my knees thats what I belive thats how ima be,
Everthing got me gnashing my teeth,
Tellin me how to be me,
You dont even really know me,
You aint ever even been me,
Middle fingers to the old me cause this new me,
On this new me!

LEGEND

LEGEND (PROD. T7)

YEA
YOU GOTTA EARN YOUR KEEP
BITCH I RUN SO MUCH THAT I HURT MY FUCKING FEET
ION WANNA TALK NO MORE
ION WANNA BE DISCRETE
ION WANNA BOOT LICK
I DONT WANNA FUCKING TEETH
I DONT WANNA FUCKING SMILE
I DONT WANNA FUCKING CHEESE 
I DONT WANNA FUCKING TALK
I DONT WANNA BE A PIECE
I DONT WANNA BE A PAWN
I DONT WANNA EVEN BE 
I DONT EVEN WANNA TALK
I DONT EVEN WANNA BREATHE

FINNA BLOW UP LIKE AN RPG
SENDING SHOTS LIKE UR NOAT AIMING AT ME
NOBODY TALKING NOT FUCKING WITH ME 
IM BLOWING UP AND WATCH OUT FOR DEBRIS
ME AND SQUAD YEAH WE PULLING OUT DEEP
MY WRIST IS WATERED OUT LIKE THE SEA
NOW LOOK WHOS LAUGHING NOW? FUCKING ME
NOW LOOK WHOS LAUGHING NOW? FUCKING ME

I WALK LIKE I GO ON STRIKE
BITCH I KEEP MY HOODIE UP AND DONT LOOK AT NO ONES EYES
IM YOUR FUCKING POLTERGIST
YOUS A BITCH SEE THROUGH DISGUISE 
UPPERCUT WENT THROUGH THE SKY
𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑵𝑶 𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑬𝑺

PIECE FOR SOMEONE ELSE (Buckx2)

STICK WITTA SCOPE! (prod. fumin$ho)

my dnd cut on at 10 for the mfs tryna hit my phone when i’m in the stu  


better pipe down watch tone 
y’all lucky for the weed that i smoke 
temper held down just enough when i tote 
dru sensei come through slit his throat 
then i put em in the water like a muhfuckin boat 
do i even really wanna go down that road 
life slowed when i really get in my mode 
in the dirt like a chair cause a pussy nigga folded 
￼

i got a check and it just made me bolder 
swore at young age be great when i’m older 
no i ain’t a rookie do this while i’m sober 
 smoking on cookies get money like kosher 
talking that shit but he never gets closer 
i upset his family and they have no closure 
like there is no body so  they gotta close it 
this is a church they like who let the crows innever had to lose them i know everybody’s lost  
hitting up jack for a little bit of frost 
ima notice body language everybody talks 
when i’m in the crowd feel like i be hitting pause 
I love the way that bitch walks
don’t hear a thing when she talks 
looks like a famous tik tok 
don’t know the damage she caused 
boutta gain weight like rick ross 
get tossed nigga don’t play games get lost
this a big boss gold chain with gold ankh 
swinging from the leash with the big dogs 

we get in the whip and we speed off 
if that boy give me lip then i tee off 
that bih gave me lip made me sleep walk 
i don’t sleep a lot but i need some 

diamonds dancing on me one day looking like a circus stunt 
i got em nervous huh 
grow you a nerve or sum 
ima go stupid dumb 
buck with the stupid drums 
cudi and fluent hums 
dunking like who lebron
smoking like snoop or some

SWEET TEA (PROD. T7)

TRIPLE777

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