tripp....I swear I squirted to your verse

𝑈𝑁𝐴𝑉𝐸𝑅𝐴𝐺𝐸 𝐺𝐴𝑁𝐺  🐩 🐕‍🦺

[VAGUE]

Everybody got someone, talkin that shit
yeah we all know, we wanna kill that bitch
Lay’em in a ditch, to fulfill my itch
and I’ll leave’em in a plot, just to stop thats R.I.P.
Look I been suicidal, I been tryin my hardest to not grab the rifle
To turn on myself, be the end of my cycle
Might follow the path, kill the scene like Michael

1 shot to the brain, UNAVERAGE GANG yeah we coming here to tame
What these fucken rappers talk about is plain
Gang gang gang gang, y’all the same
Fuck this, time to fucken pay your homage
Start to feel sorry for young minds held hostage
Can’t say I blame, cause they lackin knowledge
That’s why we fucken here, so we can stop the nonsense

[AC]

Walk in this bitch can you feel the heat?
Can you feel the precsene of the devil underneath?
With my burning skin, with a fuckin grin, burning in the fuckin flames i'm a walking sin
Play this fuckin song in hell’s gates, with the nails to the brain,
and i’m coming with my brother Vague, what you really wanna say, man you don’t wanna bang,
cause i’m coming with that choppa, and that bitch wanna sing boy

Let me know when you wanna run it, 
i’m a fuckin killa collecting these souls stuck up in the dungeon
Where you going when the plague is coming?
Posted up smoking cookie with the devil in da function 
We coming up quick, here comes the fakes and all of the tricks 
Just suck on this dick cause you never knew shit, i’ll give you a tip, 
pull it back safety off then choke on this

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AGAINST ALL ODDS [Prod. HADES]

[T.R.I.P.]

Born to kill, eyes on the hills
Pain is filled, burn down in hell
Who wants the work, pussy boy you boutta learn
Came out the wound to give what’s deserved
Eyes on the money get my bitch to count it for me
Body bags up in the lobby, and a backpack with a tommy uh
Couple homies, and yo bitch is actin naughty
Mobbin is my hobby, I ain’t talking no Bugatti’s bitch

Steady killin shit and we don’t need no reason bitch
Always dropping bangers and we do this for the fuck of it
Y’all trash, need to lay off the xans
Thumbin thru the bands and I don’t even need a trap

[VAGUE]

Goddamn
All these bitches never learn they lesson
All they talk about is they drug addictions and fake depression
Just so you can hear they voice
But it’ll never be enough shit to fill they void
Don’t you feel annoyed?
Bet they lackin on the Inside, all alone
Always stoned cause they afraid of life
It’s all wrong if you here, just to wait to die
Disowned in my eyes if you ain’t finna try
Yeah

UAV runnin thru the mothafucken scene
Bring the fire thru the valley, see smoke off the trees
You feel the heat now
Don’t change your mood when we bring this bitch down
Leave who ain’t widdit, need to thin the herd now

[BLACK SMURF]

And nigga if you ain’t with it you can’t hit the curb now 
Insomniac forreal but had to put the syrup down 
I left her on her heels say she like how I turned out 
Would say the feeling mutual but emotions burned out 

Why would I flex for you don’t need to internet boost 
It’s Hustle God the only, ain’t no internet clone 
I know you getting money, but did you get it on your own 
See he only talking shit to try to get you out ya zone 

See bitch I’m from the mud, that’s why I’m greedy as a pig 
They judge you, if you don’t make it 
then be the fakest if you did 
That’s why I only rock with who I been with since a kid 
These niggas just like these bitches, I can’t fuck with em for shit

BUGHUUL (Feat. BLACK SMURF) [Prod. NIGHTMVRE]

P R O D U C E R
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[T.R.I.P.]

See we creepin in leaves in, these fuck boys all need a beaten,
the reason your fuckin bleeding is cause my demons are eatin all season
all these pussies are immature and just imitators
Fuck you if you need some favors but you can come and meet your maker

Yeah it’s been a minute pull up my windows tinted,
KFS and Triple Sixes, flexing on little bitches
Why you lying mothafucka? You don’t want no smoke 
Hide behind the fuckin keyboard you're a fuckin joke let it blow

[VAGUE]

You wishin to die, lookin and hopin remember your blood on the line
Life always given you time, but you just wastin it,
and you be fakin your crimes, always gonna hold my doubt
Cause you a snake lookin for clout
We don’t give handouts
You seekin attention, never amount

Gave us the run around, run around, run around
Bitch you know who the fuck we been talkin all this shit about 
Follow the trash and soon you’ll be findin out
Dug up your past, got way too much dirt to count
Quality over the quantity
Time really never has bothered me 
So fuck off, you better stop pacing me
Didn’t know “Bein a bitch” is your policy

BEING A BITCH IS YOUR POLICY

[T.R.I.P.]

I’m the hellraiser and I came to take my throne Got a Bullet proof vest bullet holes breaking bones 
You a bitch nigga
Better watch your fuckin tone,
I’m the devil and the reaper bitch I came to take your soul

Gang Gang at you neck bitch we coming with the semi tech
Strapped with a 30, you be strapped with that pussy shit
Acting like you hard and talk shit on the internet
That a fuckin clue that in person that you sweetest kid 

Testing my demons destroying my enemies, y’all are not friends of me  better not fuck with me 
Talking that shit I be a bagging up bodies I’m coming for blood you can call it phlebotomy
Yuh 
On the verge of decapating they fuckin throats
But I rather see them suffer from the shit That i wrote

[SCHIZO]

Bunch a pussy boys talkin all they fagget shit
Recognize my name when you faggets talkin mad shit 
Lil fuck boys thinking they can rap now 
I can drop addy since you dissin with your sacks out
Heavy hitta gut splitta talk shit then fuck with it 
No games bitch lames pussys i ain’t playin with em
Back wit my cracked bat where these pussys at 
run they fuckin mouth but now they hiding like some pussy cats 
Mobbin with my gang bitch just stay In lane 
y’all are gettin when the motha fuckin blood rains
I’ll sit back and I’ll laugh at your blood stains
I ain’t trippin bitch I’m wit it I won’t mention names

[VAGUE]

So both of y’all fucked up
Just fucken run your gums bitch and you talk tough
UAV call your bluff, so why you back up?
Keep fucken pushin run the fade and truly test your luck 
Roll on thru and set’em up

Depressin times, and a whole lot of pressure
You setting off my fucken limits, and it’s too high to measure
It’s not measurin up, thinkin you sizin me up
Bitch you too scared of the stomp, why you still feedin the chump?

Corny ass little boys, be sendin shots
But always missin,
Still on this silly boy bullshit, will they ever finish?
Always fishin for a hook, that’s why they stayed dissin 
Had no material left, they truly are T.R.I.P.’en

SILLY BOYS (Feat. SCHIZO) [Prod. SANTOS SANTANA]

[VAGUE]

Pay attention, and keep that mind straight
Keep in-line for what is right and not what is wrong for fuck sake
Held back for so long, I reached deep it’s all gone
Think that you feel strong, but that’s not where you belong
Nah
the constant emotions, and feelin so helpless
Im stuck in motion, they seamin so carless
I never give up, what the fuck do I do?
Please
I’ll never invest in this youth...
As long as breathe and I’m reppin the name that’s only thing that I can lose
Yeah

[T.R.I.P.]

You fuckin with a killa since a kid, bitch where my money at?
Get the fuck up out yo feelings, bouta be a bloodbath
Hoe this the beginning, it's a hit if T.R.I.P. is on the track
Fuck you and your features, we don't need it to get on the map uh
Why you running? UAV is coming yeah
You can't escape, once that plague is summoned
Beating'em with a cleaver, then cockin that fucken choppa back
Put'em in the dirt then back to stacking up my fucking cash

REVELATIONS

BLOODBATH

[T.R.I.P.]

Burning with the burner bitch I mob wit my niggas
I got the semi automatic wit a Manual transmission
Bitch I’m wolf, you a dog barking all that shit
You rolling wit a bunch of pussies claiming that they legit
It’s young T.R.I.P. never trippin on a hoe ass bitch
I gotta keep that pistol grip Incase a bitch run they lips
I gotta get that fuckin money just to blow on the whip
You caught me rollin through yo city throwing up that triple 6
I’ll take yo bitch up to a sacred place
And let her tell me all the fake shit you pussies claim
Sacrificing my haters then I fuckn let it spray
UNAVERAGE gang and Nijalveli will have these pussies just turning in they grave hoe

[VAGUE]

Still havin visions, ownin my decisions
Mothafuckas try to get in our way as we lay down the percision
In addition, one thing that everbody keep forgettin
UNAVERAGE GANG in this bitch and we stayin persistant
Long days, long nights, we give every ounce
Just grind, work hard, lets make this shit count
Key to success is to havin a motive
The world is full of haters and distractions, Vague how you stayin so focused?
If you haven't noticed, i'm never open that should of been noted
The only person that knows it, be the person that wrote it
Scripture covered in roses and next to the lotus
Find a another motherfucker like us, proven to be so devoted

[Nijalveli]

Hope they know if niggas snitch the chop wil make him float
And his bitch get hit by me or poach slid that to my bro
I was Trapping dope back when I had minutes on the phone
You know I had the shit niggas took one hit and they was gone
I’m bout to pick me a freak up
After I drop lil zeke off
I really been sticking to the g code
Niggas been sleep in the streets tho

I got my clientele geeked tho
Shoot em light work like free throws
I really had xans and the grow op
Hit up soto and got the fro chop

Niggas all drama like soap ops
Aim for the top like a Mohawk
Still lick yo crib if the door locked
I got some work put away at my whore spot
Capping get you and your boy cropped

Unaverage gang you know we on top
Trip make you flip with that pole dog
Vague get you hit in the dome pop
We in this bitch so it don’t stop

BURIAL GROUNDS (Feat. Nijalveli)

SOUNDS OF THE MORGUE (Feat. Nijalveli)

FATALITY (Feat. Jerome)

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Bitch I’m on grind mode, even when my eyes closed, give a fuck about a hater they can get the snub nose
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on grind mode, even when my eyes closed, give a fuck about a hater they can get the snub nose
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on

[VAGUE]

I told you once before but you never listen
Always choosin to ignore, all the shit we written
Thinkin it’s a double standard, your logic is fucken cancer
Actin like you go unanswered, victimize is fucken slander

One life in exchange for death
Last croak for a reach a breath
The world no longer a fucken threat
As you all alone surfin deeper in the fucken depths

Y’all really don’t know shit, so fuck your claims
All this shit is one-sided, talking to the fucken lames
Y’all really don’t know shit, so don’t pass the blame
Takin over cities, cause UNAVERAGE GANG still run the game

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Bitch I’m on grind mode, even when my eyes closed, give a fuck about a hater they can get the snub nose
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on grind mode, even when my eyes closed, give a fuck about a hater they can get the snub nose
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on

[T.R.I.P.]

Look
I Bust’em down with snub nose watch em drop
I’ll chew em up like an alligator from the swamp
I’ll fuck you up then send you over to my nigga chop
See That what happens with stupid mothafuckin talk

UNAVERAGE GANG ain’t no wishing well
Wish me well bitch I wish you hell
Only thang that you cannot tell
That i’m a villain and And we killin wit nobody’s help

Pick a side then sliding yo you soul to the serpent
Ride or die, UNAVERAGE GANG keep on workin
Say goodbye, to these rappers cuz we closin curtains
Don’t be worried bout my gang, bitch I see you lurkin

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Bitch I’m on grind mode, even when my eyes closed, give a fuck about a hater they can get the snub nose
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on grind mode, even when my eyes closed, give a fuck about a hater they can get the snub nose
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on

GRIND MODE

[VAGUE]

Plenty of these worms thinkin they can fucken rap
But relyin on your image, bitch please just get off yo back
By design
It’s UNAVERAGE GANG that’s always spittin facts
And we divine that’s why people bait us, opposites attract yeah

Dedicated never renovated mothafuckas walk a thin line damn right Vague really complicated
Fucken educated not obligated to feelin your feelins that’s first, fuck you bitch, k do your worst
Just cause you rappin that fast, doesn’t mean that you killin’em
Half what it takes is the syllables, but do you have what it takes to be visible?
Let me show ya, cause I’m mixin the minerals

Trapped in the dark room, bitch you run out of luck
Sippin on blood, UNAVERAGE GANG on a level up
This time you should give a fuck
You better run cause you fucken woke the devil up

[T.R.I.P.]

A lot of fuck shit
Dropping all them elbows in the cock pit
You dumb bitch wanna talk crazy you gone get split
You hopeless
100 mothafuckas on my death list
You know this
All you soundcloud rappers trying to make it while i’m coasting
Oh shit
Take'em to the ocean, they float in
Watch them mothafuckaz trying to copy what I wrote bitch, you hocus
How you fuck with all that mumble rap if they mumbling sounding like some mentally challanged fucks

Fuckin this industry up
Grabbing my nuts then I’m dumpin the pump
Summoned the devil now who gunna come
And I’ll keep making sure that you bitches are done
You Bitches are dumb
You niggas are lazy, riding the dicks of the rappers who’ve made it
Make your own path you stupid ass bitch
And stop complaining that you ain’t famous bitch

HELTER SKELTER

[VAGUE]

Shit is so old, pussies never lettin go
Shit is always changin even switchin up our flows
Swear it’s never endin, fuck your hatred it’s condescending
And you envy UAV cause you nothin in your 20’s
Hah

Don’t be taken this personal, this shit was locked in my arsenal
Fuck your feelins, it’s irreversible
We don’t fuck around, we ain’t merciful
Hearin you little bitches you don’t want the smoke
You just all chatter, you a fucken joke
If you feelin tough enough approach
Throw them hands like you run your mouths hoe

[T.R.I.P.]

Open up the portals send you body straight down to the pit
Bringing out the Kraken then cracking they mothafuckin fuckin limbs
Oh this shit funny you finally realize we run this bitch
Bunch of pussies in my city always talkin hard and shit

Yea
But it’s okay, and I promise not to give you what you want mane
Don’t you dare pull on my bad days
Cuz Im pullin out my 9 tget to blastin
Young trip going on a mothafuckin rampage
And murdering all these stupid dumb mothafuckaz in broad day
Give a fuck what a pig say, kill the fuckin family then feed them mothafuckas to the cult mane

BLACKENED SKY

[T.R.I.P.]

Fuck yo feelings homie
I give a fuck about opinions or your story brodie
I’ll fuck yo bitch and burn her soul inside the purgatory 
You think I give a fuck of what you bitches think about me?
Bitch Fuck your judgements cause, i’m spitting on your fucking grave 
Y’all should know the fuckin name it’s UNAVERAGE GANG
We blowing up like a mothafuckin hand grenade 
Yung T.R.I.P. the grave digger out of fuckin Vegas 
Two legends in the making

If I murder mothafuckaz then it’s going to be a goodnight
Leave a mothafuckin dead with a steel knife 
Running and gripping my 9 till they all die 
Real eyes realize that you all lie
I been a savage since 7 
UAV be the one that is ending your session
No second guessing
This that mothafuckin gang land affiliation

[HOOK]

187, 187, 187, 187

[VAGUE]

You burn within, cause I bring the sin
I open doors just to let it in
You won’t find, what you can’t find
And you bitches hide with them flawed minds
This shit a joke with a little bit hate and a little bit of hope
This the life I chose, I accelerate on the roads I know
I lived enough that I lashed out on what the fuck was passed out,
this fucken is game is trash now
and filled up with these cash clowns
Unaverage always holds down, and fix with what we wrote down
Your feelings don’t mean shit now, we on the top and won’t drown

All the haters wanna do is talk shit, and dick ride, never wanna accomplish shit,
No drive, where the fuck is all grave-diggers,
Bet you mothafuckas gonna flee the scene when I pull the trigger
Never gonna stop me now
Better think when you talkin down
Stand yo ground
It’s that UAV gang shit and we lock it down
Yuh

[HOOK]

187, 187, 187, 187
187, 187, 187, 187

187 [Prod. Riku]

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