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

I pull up on the murder scene bitch, I’m your nightmare
Im cutting deep and leave you bleeding, we don’t fight fair
I’m with my demons and we feening so just be aware
I’m Posted up inside the mortuary, fuck your god say your prayers
I pull up on the murder scene bitch, I’m your nightmare
Im cutting deep and leave you bleeding, we don’t fight fair
I’m with my demons and we feening so just be aware
I’m Posted up inside the mortuary, fuck your god say your prayers

[T.R.I.P.]

Riding with that blicky
smoking on that sticky
Only killas riding with me
Yo bitch keep saying, please put it in me
I’m insane
Put in work I need a raise
Unaverage Gang you know the name
Always repping till my grave 

I’m with my wolf pack
Running through these rappers like a running back
UAV up in the 4th yea we coming back
Running and gunnin, you ready to die?
Sick of these pussies just wasting my time
Ripping and gripping she jerking my nine 
Fuckin it up  bitch I’m done being nice 

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

I pull up on the murder scene bitch, I’m your nightmare
Im cutting deep and leave you bleeding, we don’t fight fair
I’m with my demons and we feening so just be aware
I’m Posted up inside the mortuary, fuck your god say your prayers
I pull up on the murder scene bitch, I’m your nightmare
Im cutting deep and leave you bleeding, we don’t fight fair
I’m with my demons and we feening so just be aware
I’m Posted up inside the mortuary, fuck your god say your prayers

[VAGUE]

So fuck your god
We’ll never drop
Just a night of villains
Rather lie
Ride or die
See my hoe is chillen
That’s what I thought
You ain’t bouta play the game
The shit we fucken talk about is always in our veins
You ridin with the fucken creatures
Back of the line of our line of features
Never gonna mind cause back is leeches
Always do fine, cause somebody needs us
You leave us
Your life is full of doubt
You’re always fallin deep into your silence
Bitch just leave and cry, go now

MURDA SCENE [Prod. Netuh]

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

I'm loaded up somebody bout to get fucked up
Hallow points be making these pussies gush blood
I'm not the type to be fuckin with
Ima act up
Got my Glock tucked
Better fuckin back up
I'm loaded up somebody bout to get fucked up
Hallow points be making these pussies gush blood
I'm not the type to be fuckin with
Ima act up
Got my Glock tucked
Better fuckin back up

[T.R.I.P.]

Spitting like a menace
Too focused lately just stacking bands
Could've copped a Benz
But I'm happy as fuck inside the M
Mothafuckas hating
But they lowkey be my biggest fans
Never trusting a pussy bitch
They only wanting to stab your back
Step inside my purgatory
I'll leave you niggas bleeding
If you got a problem
This the fuckin killa season
Dropping bodies inside the pit for no apparent reason
I'm making moves and I promise that UAV ain't leavin
Come outside your house and meet my best friend
His name is glock and he can't wait to meet your cranium
The shot go pop your body flipping like gymnasiums
We going crazy money flowing like an atm
Pull up in the F80 looking like a threat
Talking shit boy I'll grab you by your fucking neck
Ain't no noobie I'm a mothafuckin vet
Better pay your respects before I lay your ass to rest boy
Yeah

[VAGUE]

Too many mothafuckas
Holdin shit, but they never given back
All the shit that I notice
Really gotta focus
Till our vault is stacked
And you know that I know that feelin
That your life is just an act
Ain't gotta hide, but I need some meanin
never minded all the facts
I never really gave a fuck
If you fucken with the hounds
You better keep it tucked
And I ain't fucken around
You bitches wanna test your luck
You summon up the demon
Don't expect to be the one that can keep avoidin all the pain
Don't try to hide things you can't ignore
Never settled for less
It's cause I wanted more
Just try to have the will too find the door
That's the struggle of life and it's full of gore
I try to warn that deep ditches is where we're born
Some say that I'm freezing
But feel I'm kinda warm
And fuck leavin and givin up
That's now the norm
UAV be risin up even in the storm

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

I'm loaded up somebody bout to get fucked up
Hallow points be making these pussies gush blood
I'm not the type to be fuckin with
Ima act up
Got my Glock tucked
Better fuckin back up
I'm loaded up somebody bout to get fucked up
Hallow points be making these pussies gush blood
I'm not the type to be fuckin with
Ima act up
Got my Glock tucked
Better fuckin back up

FILTH [Prod. Qrystral]

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

Bitch made mothafuckas need a take a nap
They delirious cuz all they do is cap
Say they running shit but I ain’t seen it yet 
Demons riding with me asking where they at?!
Where they at?
Where they at?
Pussies hiding cuz they know they gon get clapped up
Where they at?
Where they at?
They only talking shit when they running in packs

[T.R.I.P.]

You might end up in a hearse
I’m burning down your church,
Pull up with them hallows points
And puttin holes all up in yo shirt 
Fuck boys all gunna get merked
I’m shooting like I’m Dirk
Put your body in the dirt 
Making money from every verse
I don’t give a fuck about a bitch
I need a paycheck 
Never got a hand out
And sure don’t fuck with that fake shit
Gripping on my Glock 17 spraying up the function
Fuck boys always bluffing
You Better get to ducking mothafucka

[VAGUE]

You know this shit would never work out
You fuck me once, you got me fucked up on a payout
Cause you been creepin on some shit
You should of stayed out
But the warning signs were there
You didn’t listen, didn’t pay attention
Now you in a grave
Sometimes you gotta roll with all the shit you fucken say
You can’t come comeback, while holdin rats
And the hopes to stay
But I been waiting for your ass, for a face to break
So fuck you and your wishes bitch
cause I’m not okay

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

Bitch made mothafuckas need a take a nap
They delirious cuz all they do is cap
Say they running shit but I ain’t seen it yet 
Demons riding with me asking where they at?!
Where they at?
Where they at?
Pussies hiding cuz they know they gon get clapped up
Where they at?
Where they at?
They only talking shit when they running in packs

REAP WHAT YOU SOW

WHERE THEY AT! [Prod. ROOSEVELT]

[SCHIZO]

No Bible
I’ve been bad from the beginnin
Talkin human sacrifices only righteous way of livin
It’s the
Whole gang hounds ride in a black hurst 
Bodies in the back
Wwe don’t talk pull the strap first 
Y’all don’t want the smoke with me
Talking for the weakest sheeps
I’m a fuckin hound
And we devour all the weakest links 
We don’t fuck with trends
I'm sayin fuck you to the industry 
We comin with that devil shit
A triple sixin trilogy 

[T.R.I.P.]

Season of the sick
This that wicked shit that is coming quick 
9 up on my hip
I unleash it then I’m splitting wigs 
I’m bringing terror
I don’t give a fuck bitch who yo wit
This the devils playground
So buckle up hoe we in this bitch 
Open up your mind
And feel the presence of the mothafuckin beast 
When you cannot sleep
Just look up and then pray to UAV 
We’re the serpants and the creatures of land right underneath 
Fuck you pussies we gone gut you up
And eat yo fuckin spleen 
Psych ward killa shit
You bustas know right where I’m at 
I’m posted up in location 666 on the map
Fuck your feelings and fuck your homies
Yea, it’s like that 
Hauling bodies in a hearse while we collecting tags 

[VAGUE]

Feelin like there’s many minds on a stop
You thinkin that your time is comin
Homie that’s the plot
Sickness on the mental
All the patience it’s a prob
And you try to kill the fiend
Remindin you that I’m a god
Oh shit
Devil risin from the pit
Lookin thru my fucken eyes
Can you see this shit?
Stop
Why do all the bitches wanna fold?
If you really wanna do it then you might as well go
Or drop it
If I gave a fuck
Look at all the fakers now
Gotta really take some time to see who the homies now
Shotgun to the liars and the fakes
And I’m takin off they mask
You can’t hide behind the face

SEASON OF THE SICK (Feat. Schizo) [Prod. GREY]

[HOOK: VAGUE]

I know that shit won’t let you go
left alone
Just let me go
I hear that time has stopped before
Rest my soul
Then again
I know that shit won’t let you go
left alone
Just let me go
I hear that time has stopped before
Rest my soul
Then again

[VAGUE]

Yeah
Then again it’s always hard to keep my mind straight
Give a fuck about a bitch
Its just long break
Keep on talkin all that shit until it falls down
I’ll be here to hold it down
Sick of all they run arounds
All the shit you say is false, I fucken wonder
You gon end up in a ditch
and that’s fine I’ll put em’ under
On the shoulder, I’ll finally take it off the mind
It takes two to fly straight
Castin out the hooks, and took the fucken bait
It doesn’t matter what the world has to show
As long as everybody gettin by from their lows
Never minded all the fuck ups, taken time just to know
and Im always diggin deeper from the mind to soul

[HOOK: VAGUE]

I know that shit won’t let you go
left alone
Just let me go
I hear that time has stopped before
Rest my soul
Then again
I know that shit won’t let you go
left alone
Just let me go
I hear that time has stopped before
Rest my soul
Then again

[T.R.I.P.]

I can feel my heart palpitating
Everytime I talk about the devil
I know that he’s sitting there waitin
I knew since a kid I was just a lost cause
Now I made a bond with UAV until the graveyard 
One step forward take a step back
Ain’t nobody left that’s real man
And that’s a fact 
UAV in my blood no denying that
Grinding till the end of my days
Until my last breath 
Lost underneath been through hell with brothers
Every mothafucka doubted us
So nothing you can tell us
Thankful for you bitches showing off your true colors
Fuck a hater
You can catch me rolling with the devil
As above so below
Repping UAV until turn into a ghost 
As above so below
Repping UAV until I turn into a mothafuckin ghost man

REST MY SOUL [Prod. FALLEN]

[T.R.I.P.]

Evil shit is all I know
I’m coming out the crazy house,
Creepin on a come up mothafucka
That’s without a doubt,
Gripping on my Glock tight
Ccannot trust a single soul
Devil shutting out the light
That’s the only way it goes 
Feeling like I’m falling way too far down
Devil on my back I cannot hide now
If I die today I hope you all proud of this shit
That I worked so hard for but it’s gone now
Nothing else matters in the world
But the memories never fade
Got a pile of fuckin problems
But too scared to turn the page
When we dying in the end we only heading one way
Look up in the sky as we laying in our graves

[VAGUE]

Layin in my grave
Need to find a way
It’s out of mind
It’s another day
Just another day
That I’m in my grave
And it’s hollow
What’s in store for tomorrow?
Try to find a heart to borrow
Even if it gets too late
Try to get me thru the gate
When it’s hard to fucken follow
I’ve been drownin in my mind and my sorrows for a long time
Yeah
and It’s a whole lot
It’s whole lot
Thought I’d finally find an end, but I guess not

LAYING IN OUR GRAVES [Prod. CRCL]

I pull up in the foreign whip 
Chop sticks with them hallow tips
Walking out the coffin
UAV came up from nothing bitch 
These rappers on some pussy shit
Always talking out they lips 
Grippin on my my Glock
Send a shot through your fucking ribs 
Young T.R.I.P. creeping out the fuckin catacombs
Fuckin with my gang
I leave yo ass with a bunch of shattered bones 
Send these mothafuckas home with a bullet in they dome 
Born straight out the pits
Fuck a bitch do not hit my phone 
I’m a bad mothafucka with an attitude
Quick to trip
I should call that shit a murder mood 
Never needed a punk bitch to repost my shit 
Got out the fuckin mud
So please hop off my Dick 
Call me Ghost face the way I’m inside your bitch guts
Underground is oversaturated
Bunch of fake fucks 
Rappers just as real as your bitches make up
If I said it then I meant it mothafucka
What’s up 
UAV live and die by this shit 
I’m dead man walking out the crypt 
Blood drippin from the rocks on my wrist 
Devil handed me my Glock
Blow the brains out a bitch

Everyday wake up in a world
Im feelin lost in 
Wake up same routine
Cause Uncle Sam wants you exhausted
The broke feel like they broken with yo hands inside they pockets
Preachin bout our freedom damn this country really lost it 
Lost it, lost in
Stuck inside this coffin 
I get schizophrenic wanna nail ‘em to a cross
And hang ‘em by they feet
And take they heads right off em
Put ‘em in the crypt and watch the demons all blossom
Livin In this hell and I keep demons really close to me 
I’m not afraid of burnin Antichrist resides inside of me
Put me In the oven comin out and that’s undoubtedly 
Then I’ll rip you open eat your bowls say its anatomy 
Its UAV militia triple sixin devil on our side
And if these bitches dissin we gon catch the triple homicide
I’m done with all you askin this is what you wanted out me
Now Schizo really trippin got the reaper seeping out of me 

Yeah
Crossin blood
In the deep depths
They don’t make it there
Find a cross
And you keep bitchin
Cause it isn’t fair
And even if you got one
It’s gonna make a pair
Includin Schizo
Triple Sixes
Yeah we’re here to scare
Fuck it, you note it
I throw down, you notice
It doesn’t matter what you gonna do
But Ima do this
Your body decays
And made into a corpse
Im surrounded by the demons
Always askin for the source
Yeah
Ima be the one to end the fakes
And if you really wanna talk
Grab the interface
Smack ya lights out
Just so you can have a taste
There ain’t gon be nothin left
So it doesn’t leave it trace
Keep on fuckin with the hounds
Shit is comin around
Put some tape around your mouth
They can’t hear a sound 
You can keep on movin
But you’ll end up in the ground 
Layin with the snakes
With maggots crawling out ya face

DUSK TO DAWN

DUSK TO DAWN (Feat. SCHIZO)

[T.R.I.P.]

Crack your skull wide open
I’m coming out at the crack of dawn
Acting like you running shit
But we know that you really not
Arms are wide open
I welcome you to the dark side 
UAV be storing bodies like an archive 
I know your mental state is deteriorating 
I know you wanna pull that fuckin trigger
And start levitating
The way im feeling lately
Thinking I’m the son of Satan 
Every time I step outside
I got bodies evaporating 
Can’t compare me
I promise we not the same dawg
Different breed in this bitch
Only dropping napalms 
Raising hell as I’m banging my chest
Like King Kong 
Getting wicked
I’m splitting wigs
Call me jigsaw

[VAGUE]

Yeah
A couple hated
I got it handled
I never waited
You put yourself up on a throne
And yeah that shits deflated
Surrounded by all the fake pussies
I gotta know
Cause I ain’t tryin to build you up
Just to let you go
And I ain’t weighin my life
And basin off the load
Cause that ain’t a valid
Measurement to be callin folks
The mental prison, im playin
This shits a fucken game
Im just tryin to survive
As they pullin chains
Common sense in this world
Has drop far below
I think it’s too far gone
Shoutout to alter egos
You throwin the flash
You lookin so stunned
Im cleanin out my life
Like I’m cleanin barrels of guns
If you got a fucken problem
Don’t be writin a letter
Cause yeah I’d rather talk
Face to face to only get better
Don’t let your past suffocate
Only try to move forward
If you try to dig it deeper
Makes the past move more

NAPALM

[VAGUE]

Yeah
Mind, body, and my soul on the edge
Going thru the struggles of life till I’m dead
Fuck shit
I’m surrounded by some pricks
Cause they eatin out my eyes and always lookin for the next
All I see is
The ghouls and they stop just to creep
It’s a big gap that’s why they can
Lie thru they teeth
And it’s all cap
Nah, I’m never lookin back
All that fucken talkin that you did
It’s only lookin bad
Why the fuck you showin out?
Time has changed, it’s goin down
Everybody backin your ass
So you can play it down
Said that you could handle the task
We see your failing now
How many bottles of bullshit, you gonna drink
Before you drown?
Hold up
Let me say it, before you ask it
Yeah I’ll be there
Fucken pissin on your casket
One sec
Gonna put it in basket
Wrap it up, and put your soul next to the plastic

[T.R.I.P.]

If I’m staying lowkey means
I’m mobbin in that 400
Riding low exhaust scraping
yea, I love stunting 
Pussy mothafuckas love to hate
I need more of it 
Better be ducking when that mothafuckin gang comin
Shots flying between your eyes
can you read behind the lines?
sick of all your fuckin lies
acting like you Pennywise 
Fuck you if you think we cool
somebody let them hounds loose
devil on my back
And he told me to kill this bap boom
When I think of the pussies
I’m only seeing red
If you fuck with UAV
there ain’t no cheating death 
If you hate your fucking life
Just shut the fuck up then
When I think of the pussies
I’m only seeing red
If you fuck with UAV
there ain’t no cheating death 
If you hate your fucking life
Just shut the fuck up then
Tired of the bitching and complaining
Bitch just hold yo breath

SEEING RED

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

Breaking out this cage
We them hounds that cannot be tamed
Dancing with my demons
Digging up your grave
Don’t get fucked, don’t get fucked
Don’t get fucked up
Breaking jaws inside the pit
Now watch them bodies drop 
Breaking out this cage
We them hounds that cannot be tamed
Dancing with my demons
Digging up your grave
Don’t get fucked, don’t get fucked
Don’t get fucked up
Breaking jaws inside the pit
Now watch them bodies drop 

[T.R.I.P.]

Too many bodies dropping I lay 'em down in a coffin
They’re like “T.R.I.P. how the fuck you killin shit so often?”
I don’t know I just be on the low
I’m coming for your throat
Sending mothafuckas down below
Where I call my home
I don’t give a fuck about pussy player hating bitch
All these rappers suckin dick
For a lil taste of fame and shit 
That shit is wack better watch your back
Snakes up in the grass chop em up in half 
Make a mothafucka skull crack 
Never put my trust in no man
Like I fuckin did before 
All these leeches feining but UAV got the antidote
Out here lookin lost even when I showed u all the ropes
Fun and games till you mothafuckas overdose

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

Breaking out this cage
We them hounds that cannot be tamed
Dancing with my demons
Digging up your grave
Don’t get fucked, don’t get fucked
Don’t get fucked up
Breaking jaws inside the pit
Now watch them bodies drop 
Breaking out this cage
We them hounds that cannot be tamed
Dancing with my demons
Digging up your grave
Don’t get fucked, don’t get fucked
Don’t get fucked up
Breaking jaws inside the pit
Now watch them bodies drop

[VAGUE]

Yeah
Couple bodies layin in the fucken river bed
You just a copy with a shotty, always actin dead
And all these fake fucken pussies always claim to be
But never went thru one event
Cause it’s surrounding me
All that talk and they never back it
You let it go
All I see is a bunch of rats thru a 1 inch hole
So fuck your demise
You livin in lies
I hope you layin there still hopeless
And you dyin inside
Cause you will never tell the truth
So fuck it, You dreamin
I hope you lookin at my life now
I know that you see me
But It don’t matter what the fuck we say
You find it demeaning
It’s called tough love bitch
Try finding the meanin

SPLINTER

Devil In Prada

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