omfg the instrumental of opera gives a touch to this

LYRICS:

BLCKK:

FUCK HIM HOPE HE ROTTIN' WHERE HE CAME FROM
I PUT ALL MY MONEY ON THAT 50 DRUM
PARK MY SHIT OUTSIDE HIS FUCKING FAMILY CRIB
DEALT WITH ALL THAT SHIT HE FUCKING SAID HE DID
ON MY LIFE I AIN'T GON' LET THAT BOY JUST WALK AWAY
I'M GON' FUCK HIS LIFE UP THAT FAGGOT FUCKING DEAD
I PUT MY FOOT UP ON HIS NECK AND FUCKING CHOKE HIM OUT
ALL THEM BITCHES CRYIN' 'BOUT HIS DEATH I FUCKING SHOT 'EM DOWN

CAME FOR THE BITCHES THAT AIN'T GIVE A FUCK
I THROW THAT BOTTLE WHERE IT NEED TO BE I'M FUCKIN' UP
DISSAPOINTMENT, LOOK AT WHAT I COULDA BEEN
SHIT I'M PASSED OUT, LOOK WHAT ALL THEM DRINKS DID
X2

RAT SHIT
I'M FUCKING LOOKIN' FOR YOU, PUSSY ON THAT CAP SHIT
HE WANT MY NAME UP IN HIS MOUTH WE 'BOUTTA TAX HIM
DON'T FUCKING PLAY WITH ME LET'S SEE WHAT'S BOUTTA HAPPEN
I BEEN WAITIN' I BEEN HOPIN' I COULD DRAG SHIT
I DON'T TALK 'LESS I NEED A BAG BITCH
THIS AIN'T WHAT YOU SEE ON THE INTERNET FUCKING CATFISH
COULDN'T GET ME TO GIVE A FUCK IF YOU TRIED, SHIT
EVERYTHING I'M BOUT FUCKING DIFFERENT I FUCKING TOLD EM SAID I

CAME FOR THE BITCHES THAT AIN'T GIVE A FUCK
I THROW THAT BOTTLE WHERE IT NEED TO BE I'M FUCKIN' UP
DISSAPOINTMENT, LOOK AT WHAT I COULDA BEEN
SHIT I'M PASSED OUT, LOOK WHAT ALL THEM DRINKS DID

TRIPLE777:

kill your self cause
(Suicide is badass)
I could give a fuckin rats ass
None of you faggots will outlast
The onslaught of the bow bow that I air out like Baghdad
Motha fucka tryna talk shit but I strongly advice up against that
A fuckboy i exterminate
I destroy ima terminate
Killin rappers new murder rate from this kid t7 from the bay
When I stand you finna sit in the shade tell a fairy punk bitch get out the game
You livin life as a damn lame I’m finna life my life know my damn name
Right hook to his face ima let him have blood up on the pavment
If you really wanna one on one we can make it happen like it’s entertainment 
Ha ha ha face it motha fucka you don’t wanna face me
I’ve been very fuckin patent 
But never let time get wasted
Out the mud sanitation
Out the lake like I’m Jason 
Outta bart to my station 
I’m neo not a fuckin agent
Me and black goin crazy
I’m feelin free like a mason
I will never end up gettin lazy
I will never end up gettin jaded

BLCKK:

CAME FOR THE BITCHES THAT AIN'T GIVE A FUCK
I THROW THAT BOTTLE WHERE IT NEED TO BE I'M FUCKIN' UP
DISSAPOINTMENT, LOOK AT WHAT I COULDA BEEN
SHIT I'M PASSED OUT, LOOK WHAT ALL THEM DRINKS DID
X2

AFOURTEEN:

AFOURTEEN DID NOT WRITE HIS LYRICS

BLCKK:

CAME FOR THE BITCHES THAT AIN'T GIVE A FUCK
I THROW THAT BOTTLE WHERE IT NEED TO BE I'M FUCKIN' UP
DISSAPOINTMENT, LOOK AT WHAT I COULDA BEEN
SHIT I'M PASSED OUT, LOOK WHAT ALL THEM DRINKS DID

SUICIDE IS BADASS FEAT. TRIPLE777 & AFOURTEEN [PROD. SKOTSKR]

ok... so I lied... this is PROBABLY the last single before the album..

Thanks to @gibby.yyy and @bobfrxst for the art... go follow em on IG

lyrics:
I’ve been like this for my whole life,
Stop tryna tell me how to live mine,
Oh ima dick bet it’s true bust inside yo eye,
They gon hate then go cry when I outshine,
I pray for yo early demise, 
Ima lone wolf takin no sides,
Said I can’t rap alright,
But I see you doin punch in lines,
So go head for the back ima man with no mask really do what I do and I do what you can’t don’t lack when it come to the shit that I gas out last anyone tryna say ima pass,
Bitch,
Your mistake in the past my future the best the snakes and the rats defining the meaning of what is success, 
Money power pussy embedded,
Never love never Level headed,
Grab a gun grab call a damn medic,
Shoot 7 cause he too different,
Been on my own for the longest,
Don’t need support for a moment,
My shit belong in the Moma,
Yo shit belong in the toilet,
Motha fucka ima artist,
Motha fucka you retarded,
Motha fucka ima god bitch,
I’m just getting fuckin started,
Fake shit all around me,
Motha fuckas tryna foul me,
Is this watchu want,
You got it fuckin punk,
Fake bitch see what happens,
Motha fuckas end up nappin,
Ima do a lot,
Call the fuckin cops,
like weeoooweeooo,
Comin for my ass,
Put you in the grass,
Made yo face look a mess,
Do you have to ask,
Yes I’m fuckin mad,
You motha fuckas whack,
Claiming who I am,
Bitch I’m t7 Faggot,
Suck on that,
For you bitchass motha fuckas that hold me back,
You Can’t hold me back,
I’ll break yo leg,
I won’t give up,
Say that again,
Said I won’t give up,
So lick my nuts,
And my boy hxstage too cause he tryna get some,
Dawg you got me mad,
Make me bite my tongue,
I can’t hold it in no more it’s been itchin my lungs,
Oh I’m mean I’m rude your goddamn right,
Bitch Don’t be a prude suck my goddamn pipe,
I’m so done with you dudes you been on my mind,
But it’s time to let go fuck you unfollow my line,
Fake shit all around me,
Motha fuckas tryna foul me,
Is this watchu want,
You got it fuckin punk,
Fake bitch see what happens,
Motha fuckas end up nappin,
Ima do a lot,
Call the fuckin cops!

CALL THE FUCKIN COPS

CALL THE FUCKIN COPS (PROD. 7187 x T7)

Lyrics:

(TRIPLE777)
Yuh,
I could do this all day,
if you dont think im legit come and look at my face
you a disgrace,
I dont play im gettin payed for plays so put the mula on the
table or come meet yo fate!

(BLCKK)
look at how ya bitch got played,
you ain’t gotta love it but get the fuck out the way,
either way it go ima fucking carry the weight,
I don’t slow shit down till it’s everybody straight!

(TRIPLE777)
Ima dick in the moshpit
UNDERLORD mobbin,
Give me all the money cause that is yo only option,
Crashin yo party,
Steppin like the army,
Bitch you aint hard cause you built like a Barbie!

(BLCKK)
really shoulda shot me,
I don’t fuck around with the kids tryna pop me,
next month trippin it’s a rack for the feature,
fuck T 7 ima beat him in a seizure,
dont fuck with y’all neither, yeah!

(TRIPLE777)
Bitch,
put that money where it needa be,
bitch,
fuck all that talkin we gon really see,
Im smokin beats like I used to smoke tree,
had to clear my mind to come and kick out yo teeth!

(BLCKK)
i’m up on that shit like it’s back when I started,
I got my paper aint that what you wanted,
set my shit up in y’all city im solid,
shit that I did prolly make me a target!

(TRIPLE777)
Unfortunately im fortunate bet you fuckin mad,
we recordin it while you snortin it well see who gets the bag,
unlike Jay Z I wasnt focused on the Ave,
My home is anywhere where im making music so gas!

(BLCKK)  
die slow bitch I wanna kick it with the worst one,
I been picking up habits and bitch i’m not done,
they put me out of commission and bitch I still won,
keep fucking working the kitchen I’m fucking on one!

(HXSTAGE)
Get up, 
Pick up,
Bags of the money I’m fuckin 
Pissed off, 
Fists up, 
Talkin shit it’s your skull that I’m fuckin, 
Stomp my boots thru the back of his head,
Talking shit online think he tough now that bitch fuckin dead,
Failing 7 times to make a wave lookin ass bitch, 
“I just need my motherfuckin drugs!”
Yo shit trash bitch,
Fuck both these faggots on the front half I’m fuckin up the back half,
Peach rings out the backpack I grab that,
Yo,
You look like a clown bitch you a fuckin joke,
Please don’t stick around bitch I hope you fuckin choke!

(TRIPLE777)
I told you not to fuck wimme unless you gettin buck wimmie,
you fuck wimme you end up under me and thats a guarantee,
and nobody ever got the meaning the vision I be seein, 
feelin so damn defeated said fuck it ima keep on teachin,
runnin to the top cause god I need it god I need it,
I be dreamin cant stop thinkin bout the time that ima beat this!
fuck it,
enter my mind,
my demons reply,
its where this reside,
my passion divine!

fin :3

VAMPED

VAMPED - FT. BLCKK x HXSTAGE (PROD. T7)

Slow motion explosions like im motherfucking Michael Bay,
Throw away a cigarette it landing On yo fuckin face,
Bitch I cause destruction everywhere I step get out my way,
This chapel turn to ruble ima guess and say we not the same,
Visionary since a jit see the sights of my grenades,
Hope you think of me when you pickin up all of yo remains,
Suits and ties yeah we them guys let ak47 spray,
Bitch cause ima g I don’t needa say it anyway,
Who’s that young man eating pizza witcho motha fuckin bitch,
Who’s that young cat pullin up chain attached to his hip,
Me bitch fuck you thought,
Triple 7 like I’m playin slots,
Donuts in a fuckin parkin lot with my girlfriend in a droptop,
Spazzin out cause I don’t give a fuck adhd guess I forgot,
Hit a trickshot on a quad of bots cause I suck a cod suck my damn cock,
Ima lost dawg with my lost boys like Peter Pan eating captain crunch,
You a captain cappin ima needa napkin all you is Issa fuckin damn smudge,
Ugh ugh these rappers owe my fade,
Ugh ugh these rappers owe my fade,
Ugh ugh these rappers owe my fade,
Ugh ugh these rappers owe my fade,
Visionary since a jit see the sights of my grenades,
Hope you think of me when you pickin up all of yo remains,
Suits and ties yeah we them guys let ak47 spray,
Bitch cause ima g I don’t needa say it anyway,

UNDERLORD

VISIONARY

VISIONARY (PROD. SMOKY BEATS)

Goddamn your a motha fuckin asshole,
Goddamn ima boutta fuckin spaz bro,
All you snowflake Faggot pussys built like hasbro,
Talkin shit up on the net cause you think rap real,
This shit just another market to these fake hoes,
They could give a singe fuck of where the sound goes,
Always followin these trends never make more,
Then go braggin to they friends who are softmores,
Bitch you 30,
Still rap like zillakami,
You talkin all that ladi dadi, 
Get another hobby,
Ugh picture perfect,
Pretending you somebody,
You squackin that you caught a body,
But won’t hurt nobody,
Fucks up,
I put yo mouth to the curb bitch,
Fuck up,
I split yo jaw with the verbiage, 
Fucks up,
I skin yo body like some deerskin,
Fucks up,
All this shit you say irrelevant,
SoundCloud rappers sound like middle school bitches,
Yung flex had the vision bitch you better go listen,
I’m gon live by these words till I make it official,
I’m the underlord bitch i don’t needa judicial.

Time and time again, I tell these losers how we not the same,
Must’ve did too many xans, that shit not getting through they brains,
Tryna run up in the industry and blow it out the frame,
Still don’t take myself too seriously, but this shit not a game,
Tryna rid the fucking scene of all the fake shit,
How the fuck these pussies out here blowing up the rapists,
How the fuck you out here bumping rap, but you a racist?
Pogo in the pit until his fucking chest caved in,
None these niggas scare me, I won’t even act subtle,
Watch me pull up on that bitch and make him backpedal,
If you ain’t me or 7, boy don’t even act special,
And don’t even think bout calling this shit trap metal,
These faggots trash how flex out-spit they asses rapping for fun,
You big and bad but haven’t even heard the sound of a gun,
Game on our back, and rappers steady out here adding up tons,
I’ll light a blunt up in remembrance when your 15 is done!

SNOWFLAKE

SNOWFLAKE - FT. YUNG FLEX (PROD. GODZAY KATANA)

@nervexx
@yxuragxner
@buckx2

LYRICS

(YAUX)

WHEN I STEP INTO THE FUNCTION
KNOW THE BLOOD GON' MAKE A PUDDLE
BITCH HYSTERIA THE SET
AND BOY WE LOOKIN' LIKE SOME TROUBLE
AND I'M SCREAMIN' OUT MY LUNGS
LIL BITCH IM DOING NOTHING SUBTLE
WAY I SLIDE INTO THAT BEAT
I'M BOUT TO TEAR IT A NEW BUTTHOLE

BURNS ON MY CHEST AND I GAS OUT THE REST
AND IM SOMEHOW STILL THE BEST UH
YOU BEEN ON YOUR MUSTARD SHIT
BITCH YOU NEED TO KETCHUP (CATCH UP)

SMOKE UP A BITCH LIKE I ROLLED UP A SPLIFF
AND ITS ALL BOUT THAT KUSH, NOTHIN LESS UH
LIKE IT WHEN I'M FLICKIN' BIC
BOUT TO MAKE A MESS

OUTTA YOU!

ONE TWO THREE FOUR
GET A FUCKING MOP WHORE

BLOOD IS ON THE PAVEMENT GOT SOMETHING TO SAY,
THEN SAVE IT UH
LACING UP MY BOOTS AND I HOP IN THE PIT
AND BREAK IT UH
BUYING ALL THAT CLOUT, LIL BITCH
YOU'LL NEVER MAKE IT UH

(GXNER)

Yeah I’ll leave his body on the interstate 
See you on the net you get to talkin then you get erased
Shawty use her neck she get to toppin I bust on her face
My shotty get to poppin it gonna leave him with a busted brain
I’m flyer then Kobe 
You is a whole fiend
Said he take percs man I hope that you OD
Bro you still owe me
We are not homies
Imma stomp you out you look better with broke teeth
I just met that girl I get to blowing out her back uh
I smoke too much dope I can not see like cataracts uh
I do kill for hire I think imma count a rack up
If he get to talkin leave his body on the black top

(NERVEXX)

I was fuckin naked
The basics are in a criminal
If I had a statement
I’m sayin that I’m orginal

The rave boy
He stand out
His posse wanna way out
The people that be lovin me
Gon dip, a mental layout

Bet!
Hold my shit
Cause i don’t really got the hands for it
I’m wiping snot up out my nose
And gettin bands for it
A potski hit my line
He got a method issue mane
I thought I told you hypocrites
Who sleepin that I bit you
But I can’t

ISSUE CAUSIN
PROPOSIN A MENTAL BREAKDOWN
GOTTA CARRY, NEW BARRIES
IM NEVA SAFE NOW

Betta shape the fuck up
Get layin in the ground
Stuck in epitomous
Hopin the lemon of livin
Be rollin the venom around

UH

CLEAN UP ON AISLE 5! W/ GXNER + NERVEXX (PROD. BUCKX2)

Lyrics:

Dance with me baby ugh,
Singing dance with me baby, 
Dance with me baby whoo,
Singing Dance with me baby,
Dance with me baby ugh,
Singing Dance with my baby, 
Dance with me baby whoo,
Internalized madness,
Practice smashing all of what you haven’t,
Hot flashes got me spazzin,
Molasses,
dream,
sweat up on the mattress,
might die tonight be born again from the ashes,
always been the type to take them chances then advance in fashion I really live my passion,
I wanna be the best who hasn’t so I 
kill the beat like a goddamn assassin,
Stab it in the back no compassion I eat rappers alive not saving no rations,
I ain’t fuckin with these pussys like a f***** no homo bro I just have no attraction,
Dissatisfaction to the internet antics you ain’t even a fraction in the Instagram bracket,
Actin for a name like all the rest that are grasping at the short straws you just livin in madness cant imagine,
Selling out for the clout I’d rather ride on the highway with my eyes closed down,
Fly by 135 to a different time zone you ain’t catchin up pray to god I don’t hit a pothole,
Paint with my tongue like realism Picasso I reach to the stars like the space mission Apollo,
Ima goddamn marvel even iron man had a heart attack to the drum roll,
Dance with me baby ugh,
Singing dance with me baby, 
Dance with me baby whoo,
Singing Dance with me baby,
Dance with me baby ugh,
Singing Dance with my baby, 
Dance with me baby whoo,
This one songs better than yo entire discography,
I’ve been fed up with underground democracy,
Apologies triple7 tread cautiously,
Cancel culture want you dead you can’t speak thoughtfully,
Mythology,
like there’s more than two genders, 
Fuck a vaccine already Ill best remember, 
Let’s go Brandon ima drag race yo head in, 
Fuck it I said it and you better know I  I meant it like,
Jellyfish goin through the motions, 
Black sheep from the heard not goin in the wolf den, 
Potent poison from lips that are golden,
The devil plays games and he gives out free tokens singing,
dance with me baby ugh, 
Dance with me baby whoo,
Singing Dance with me baby,
Dance with me baby ugh,
Singing Dance with my baby ,
Dance with me baby whoo,
dance with me baby ugh, 
Dance with me baby whoo,
Singing Dance with me baby,
Dance with me baby ugh,
Singing Dance with my baby ,
Dance with me baby whoo!

WALTZ WITH THE DEVIL

WALTZ WITH THE DEVIL (PROD. T7)

d.s.g ft. wendigo, cxrpse, bruhmanegod, & mkultra (prod. wendigo)

IDK (feat. MKULTRA & Eddison)

187 how I kill every beat,
only take the reefer out my mouth to spit up on yo feet,
its disrespect to you and everyone you know,
put my thumbs up on yo eyelids then i push em through yo skill,
787 t7 finna blow got them crisp 808 sounds you know that he my boy,
drive by fast leavin rubber on the road we gotta zip inside the trunk but motha fuckas dont want smoke,
YA DIGGG,
ugh,
SUCK MY FUGGIN DICK,
you just rapping about rapping motha fuckas cannot spit,
im exposing every bracket every time I fuckin spit,
and i know that you be mad that you be salty cause ima white kid,
UGH YUH,
I HOLD NOTHING BACK I GOTTA PROBLEM WITH YOU FAGGOTS ALL YOU MOTHA FUCKAS WHACK,
you never felt pain,
you actin real sad but you never felt pain,
you only fuckin hard cause you motha fuckin gay,
you pretending that you crazy cause you think this is a game,
I feel this everyday,
enigma is my brain,
it fills me up with hate,
it fills me up with rage,
everyday the fuckin same,
anxiety dont feel safe,
every motha fuckin person on this earth is fuckin fake,
how many times do i gotta fuckin say,
this whole generation chasing names and the fame.

VISIONARY (PROD. SMOKY BEATS)

TRIPLE777

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