[T.R.I.P.]

Paranoid
You can find me lurking in the night
I can feel the mothafuckin evil hunting with scythe 
Someone call my doctor, think I lost my fuckin mind 
If feel this way tomorrow, I promise that you gon die 

If I said I got your back then it’s to the grave 
If I said this pussy fake, we can run the fade 
UAV 7 0 deuce, where I fuckin stay, Ain’t nobody coming to save you
pussies my 9 go bang 

Red dot scoping on yo mothafuckin cranium
Got the 9 milimeter
I’m busting shots like I’m painting ‘em
Fuck it I’m just sick of ‘em
Got the hounds they sicken em’
Burn they fuckin bodies and break they necks just by hangin ‘em

[VAGUE]

Hold up
You sayin Doctor Satan has arrived?
With all that shit you talkin, you will never be revived
I keep on buildin on whatever that is trapped inside
And I will I’ll never find the fucken  truth thats hidden from my eyes
So many people always dark sided on the soul
Lost souls from the graves, they crave just to be a whole

And live again, just a matter of a sin
Just to fuck it up again, and nothin in the mind to make amends
Crossed over dark matter, another name for dark shadows
Walk-in over hard gravel, just to grab the black candles
Light’ em up and pass the samples, ritual to be a vandal
UAV is in my blood and now it showin on my mantle

PARANOID (Prod. EYKEY)

[HOOK: VAGUE]

All the pain inside it's just another day
With the panic that is deep inside, it just won't go away
My mental is decaying but it's okay
UAV here to stay until the day we in a grave

All the pain inside it's just another day
With the panic that is deep inside, it just won't go away
My mental is decaying but it's okay
UAV here to stay until the day we in a grave

[VAGUE]

Yeah
Yeah we're lined up for combat
Fuck you mean just to go back?
Mental state on the coat rack
Takes sometime just to know that
When you wanna handle some business pick a time and place
What can go wrong and the feeling strong
Put a 44 in your face

How I deal with my life I ain't really know
Just ignorin all my problems as they show up at my door
It's pilling up in stacks we know that shit as fucken pain
But I know how to hide that shit until I'm fucken grey

[HOOK: VAGUE]

All the pain inside it's just another day
With the panic that is deep inside, it just won't go away
My mental is decaying but it's okay
UAV here to stay until the day we in a grave

All the pain inside it's just another day
With the panic that is deep inside, it just won't go away
My mental is decaying but it's okay
UAV here to stay until the day we in a grave

[T.R.I.P.]

Coming around the mothafuckin block in an all white Benz
Who want gunsmoke?
Got that 9 millimeter and I’m pressing the barrel against your mothafuckin tonsils
And I blow out the back of your throat
Hoe I’m not playing
I’ll leave you decaying the fuck is you sayin?
Ain’t gonna lie I been getting complacent
Trying act hard we know that you faking homie

Walk the talk, mortified I came to fuckin kill you pussies
My fuckin shotgun buckin, I think I’m on to something
You best not make a fuckin sound, UAV will come around just to put you in the ground hoe

THE COLLECTOR

Asphalt-Reflexion2.0

Asphalt Reflex 2.0

[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

[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

Download | Stream

187 [Prod. Riku]

[HOOK]

Left for dead we gon stack these bodies till the fall
Bitches scared, body bags of money in the walls
Can’t compare, beware just don’t set us off
We gon pull with that launcher, blows these bitches up
Left for dead we gon stack these bodies till the fall
Bitches scared—body bags of money in the walls
Can’t compare—beware just don’t set us off
We gon pull with that launcher, blows these bitches up

[VAGUE]

Never gonna find out—nah
Like a bitch you fall back on law
Don’t fight your battles, all talk
And bitch hold your threats and just walk
You gonna get rocked on your block
Got you in the scope and I’m locked
Duck down when you see that I stopped
Better be scared when the gun goes off

You hear them sounds—your life is up and I took it down
Final moments are here and now
But you won’t change, it’ll hurt your style
You live as a child, your stuck in denial
Bitch you are vile, cleanin you up with some dial
Think you can catch up to me but the thing is I’m always ahead and your missing by miles

[T.R.I.P.]

Walking outside with an AR
15 minutes till I’m on the radar
Smoking all these bitches like a cigar
Why you tryin to pick a fight if you don’t want war

Bust out the Glock then I’m ready rock
You pull out the phone and you callin the cops
Gut up these bitches and turn em to props
Do what I want bitch don’t tell me stop

Grinding my whole to give a fuck
And if you got some haters shoot put em the trunk
Bitch We don’t fuck around UAV will light em up
Just pay attention closely say a word I’ll cut your tongue

[HOOK]

Left for dead we gon stack these bodies till the fall
Bitches scared, body bags of money in the walls
Can’t compare, beware just don’t set us off
We gon pull with that launcher, blows these bitches up
Left for dead we gon stack these bodies till the fall
Bitches scared—body bags of money in the walls
Can’t compare—beware just don’t set us off
We gon pull with that launcher, blows these bitches up

LEFT FOR DEAD [Prod. Ted Dillan]

[VAGUE]

Devil on my shoulder,
Don’t you understand,
It will be all over,
UAV represents,
Can you feel the horror?
One day you’ll have your chance,
Cause it’s gettin warmer,
If you try to get a glance,
Yeah
Many will die, we gon keep goin,
So we can survive,
Leaving the fakes and the ones that’ll lie,
Moving forward wavin roaches goodbye,
I hope you go down that road,
Just take what I know,
When advice is given, you take it,
Put effort soon you’ll outgrow

[T.R.I.P.]

Yung trip stay tucked with that strap,
Talkin shit I make your head splat,
They think slick with yapping bitch
You better watch your back,
All black when I creep with that axe,
Got my bitch only fuck from the back,
We the realist gang that’s no cap,
UAV been on the map 
Lately mothafuckaz been acting like they been simpin 
Take a trip inside my brain
I’ll show you what you been missin
I’m so sadistic i’m not kidding
I’ll bring panic and villains 
A whole demonic fuckin village
Filled up with my gorillas and killing pigs

[TVBUU]

Devil on my shoulder,
We burn these bitches to the ground,
Am i getting colder,
Cause i don't see no one around, 
Devils take me over, 
Drag me enemies into the ground,
We been taking over,
Ain't nobody fit to wear the crown,

Look at the life that im living,
With all of the pain that I'm feeling,
I feel like im never forgiven,
Im buried,
Im covered, 
Im deep up inside of the sinning,
I know that ill always be winning,
We stacking up money,
Because we just wanna see millions,
See the dead bodies,
We killing em,
Pick up the gun,
And i bust it inside of ceiling,
I killed me an angel,
Won't feel again

DRAG 'EM TO HELL (Feat. TVBUU)

[T.R.I.P]

Nobody come too close, i’m at my wits end
Yung trip rose for the dead bitch I don’t plan on cleaning a toilet again
Now see that we getting the bread
They hating we getting ahead
Now fall back bitch bouta get that extended clip gunna get ripped so ima talk my shit

Coming from nothing the boy evilish tendencies taking the game by the throat
I’m Bouta explode
I’m dying inside but nobody knows
I’m here to just live by the cult
Next year we selling out shows
Gunna pull with the 47 and get straight to choppin 'em sending 'em all down below

[VAGUE]

We runnin the game and we know dat
Got one packed now, man let’s throw back
Yo lets give up bro nah fuck that
We in this utill we ghost
UAV please bow your heads and raise your glass to toast
To all our UAV fans how we Love you all the most

We livin and givin you all of ourselves, our focus in mind is be true to ourselves
All of these rappers there care about wealth, they ain’t given a fuck if you message for help
The bottom line, you don’t feel fine
Just hit our line, let us know
As long as you apart of fam
Just Take the ride as we grow

WITZ END

[HOOK: VAGUE]

Would you truly die on me?
Does our friendship fit the bill, what you feel Homie?
But nothin set in stone
Blame it on the parents they were raised in bad homes
Would you truly die on me?
Does our friendship fit the bill, what you feel Homie?
But nothin set in stone
Blame it on the parents they were raised in bad homes

[VAGUE]

Too many people nowadays they always judge
But frontin like they different cause they think that they tough
You actin like you listenin and given in to shove
Bitin on the hand that feeds you, man up homie
What the fuck?
Lately I been distant cause my life is hard to tame
And I try to keep it to myself, avoidin all this shame
Sometimes it feels harder to see past when you in pain
But nothin in this life is set in stone, and it will change

[HOOK: VAGUE]

Would you truly die on me?
Does our friendship fit the bill, what you feel Homie?
But nothin set in stone
Blame it on the parents they were raised in bad homes
Would you truly die on me?
Does our friendship fit the bill, what you feel Homie?
But nothin set in stone
Blame it on the parents they were raised in bad homes

[T.R.I.P]

We living in a world, where everybody for themselves
If it isn’t beneficial, they don’t care fuckin help
Now the tables have turned, It took a lot for me learn
You can’t change fuckin person, no matter what it’s worth
Bad kid hellish ways dark vibes, walking round the devils turf
Loaded magnum if a fuck boy ever wanna get merked
Marked for death, bitch I’ll lay you to rest
Better learn to shut yo fuckin mouth Before you get two in the neck

[HOOK: VAGUE]

Would you truly die on me?
Does our friendship fit the bill, what you feel Homie?
But nothin set in stone
Blame it on the parents they were raised in bad homes
Would you truly die on me?
Does our friendship fit the bill, what you feel Homie?
But nothin set in stone
Blame it on the parents they were raised in bad homes

SET IN STONE [Prod. Heath Stone]

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