[T.R.I.P.]

Dropping mothafuckas straight down to the pit
If you fuckin with UNAVERAGE GANG you fuckers R.I.P.
Bitch I’m rolling with the shadows
The darkness is stuck inside of me
All up in the cut leave you bleeding
Bitch do not bother me
Catch me burning crosses
Turning these niggas into carcasses 
Feening for the feeling of the death
So I’m here to murder shit 
Grip my Glock tight
I’m an assassin on the scope
Bitch I’m here to end your life
Leave you leaking on the floor
I don’t give a fuck about the fame
I’m here to run the game
I think my Choppa got the hiccups
And it’s scattering your brain 
swear that all the voices in my head
Just start to sound the same 
The devil hiding in disguise
I feel him every day 

[VAGUE]

It’s always runnin thru my mind
Tt stays the same
Wether it be a couple bodies
Take a shotty to the brain
All the pain that’s always risin up inside of me
You’ll never get the chance to even feel you can confide in me
This shit is hard to say
With the amount that I give away
Passin everyday
I wonder what I can takeaway
This shit is crazy
I feel like I’m goin insane
I’m entering the crazy house
And got bottles of pain
I’m overlookin all the decisions
I made from my visions
It doesn’t matter what I had to do to get my commission
I’m always lookin out
If the game only brings me pain
Then you have to take me out

REAP WHAT YOU SOW

DEVIL MADE ME DO IT [Prod. EYKEY]

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

[T.R.I.P.]

Fuckin with my killas
We all strapped up like some outlaws
Pull up to yo crib, fast as fuck like a nascar
Break the law, kill ‘em all
Break your mothafuckin jaw
Tortures what I bring into this game
I give it to ‘em raw
Sliding thru with Schizo
We murder we getting detrimental
Coming right out of the cemetery
Test me I get temperamental
Step up to my plate
I promise yall niggas not on my level
I grab the shovel bash your brains out
All praise to the devil
I got the .357
I’m locked and loaded
I keep skeletons inside my closet from them decomposing 
Bitch I’m T.R.I.P.
Wicked sick so fuckin unpredictive 
I grab my Glock send a shot
Collect another victim 
Creepin out the shadows
I’m crawling out of your attic
Sneak up you when you sleeping
My thoughts are getting erratic
Taking all these bodies call me a mothafuckin addict
Bitch you Fuckin the reaper
Taking souls out as I’m laughing

[VAGUE]

Wait
Can you hear the fucken static?
Call em’ out
I’m bout to bring a panic
And it’s not by choice
But my guns are semi automatic
I push limits, i’m findin demons
I call it fate
Cause I ain’t fucken with the same shit
So call it hate
And I’m goin thru the gate
So you can try to label
All that talk
From a broke bitch
But I’m stable
Your body missin
And It’s not my jurisdiction
This is real life
Livin out your days like
It’s fiction
And ever since
I’ve been tryna make it my mission
My mind goes a mile minute
So what the fuck can you provide?
It’s just another demon
Locked down and trapped up inside
You say “It’s hard to find”
But that pussy shit don’t apply
Don’t be comin at me
Puttin all that shit to the side
And all that bottled up anger
Droppin blood and flies
This shits a massacre
Hidin in a crowd of hurt
Yeah
I know I’m not the first
I may seem asleep
But I stay alert

[SCHIZO]

I woke up and had a Kershaw in my abdomen 
I was leakin blood all on the curb containin pathogens
Got up on my knees
I crawled my way to where the bathroom is 
Started coughin blood
It felt like I was coughin javelins
While ill was lookin back
I’m seein bodies on the on the kitchen stove 
Smellin all there flesh and seein bodies in the livin room 
I don’t what happened
So I hid inside the closet
Shocked in my confusion
Started diggin in my pockets 
Then I found a note that said, “you know who really did this shit”
Everybodies dead
So I still question who the victim is
I’m pretty comprehensive
I dont understand what made me flip 
But still can’t comprehend, the reasons why I always fuckin switch 
Hellcat in my hands I check the mag it had an empty clip
Shells around the bodies like a scene inside an haunted crypt
Why I am so crazy that’s the shit that I don’t understand
But multi personality would justify the way I am

Wolf Creek Pt. III (Feat. SCHIZO)

[T.R.I.P.]

I’m from a place where they burn in the fire
UAV walks with the dead hallow points
Inside of all my guns with red dot
And I only aim for the head
Feel bad for the all these pussies
That’s wanting these problems
Bitch fuck you fuck your whole set
Shit do not faze me
I been through what’s worse in my life
And overcame everything since
Never let a mothafucka know
When I’m creepin with  scythe
That’s a oh no
Young T.R.I.P. be shooting like a photo
Send these mothafuckas to the grave with a halo
Cause I’m rockin with the evil
Doing the devils dirty work
And I’m stacking up the bodies In the back of the hearse
Riding with a bat and black tee shirt
Blood stains drippin on the mothafuckin curb
Laying yo ass in the dirt, aye
Promise yo life can get worse, aye
Unaverage Gang ready to work, aye
You don’t know now, but I promise you’ll learn
That we never we come last, bitch we in first
Fuck the whole world, I’m ready to merk
If we with Schizo we getting absurd
Proceed with some caution before you get served

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

On my way to the grave
Gang got them K’s, aye
Fuck out my face
Swear y’all ain’t safe, aye
Demons all inside my brain
Capturing bodies they all in my safe
Used to broke, now got money for days
If I don’t make it, the devil remains

[VAGUE]

Not bound, but hear it loud
All that talkin you did
And got shot down
What’s the plot now?
When you runnin you mouths
Runnin in circles, i’m chasin a mouse
All the shit you’d rather read
Would you put it down
Just to follow me?
Be a black sheep, with a lack of sleep
See the color bleedin, thru the red sheets
As rituals risin, you gotta keep fightin
To know what the demons are gettin
All of the soulless, with a bad mind
Didn’t even give notice
Cause you seein now
What you leavin out
Like a flock of crows
Groupin all around
Try to find a home, when you fly alone
Now wishin for death
You should of know
Findin yourself in the rabbit hole
Given out and you lettin go
And you gotta know
That all of the problems are normal
And never stop
Cause the world is a fucken prop
With the friends you might of lost
And the things that you could of fought
But keep doin you
Feelin blind, but know what you gotta do
Soon people will know what you goin thru

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

On my way to the grave 
Gang got them K’s, aye
Fuck out my face
Swear y’all ain’t safe, aye
Demons all inside my brain
Capturing bodies they all in my safe
Used to broke, now got money for days
If I don’t make it, the devil remains

LOT 16

[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

[VAGUE]

I’ve been burnin
Ever since I was raised up
A young boy and he burnin off his taste buds
Wit no joy
Just another fucken day that he can’t find dedication
And relying on the mood swings from the medications
Always questionin
Where the fuck do I fit in?
Is it all up in my mind?
Or is there maggots in my skin?
Trying to find the cause
Lacking evidence
It’s just a case
Of another lost soul
In the dark, about to break
I ain’t gonna act
Like I haven’t been there before
I’m always hard on myself
Cause I’m diggin it more
With the time that I spent
All alone in the dark
And think of many ways
I can leave this earth with a mark
And try to breathe
Only you can be the one to see
Cause behind the close doors
You don’t wanna take a knee
Try to look up
At the shit you left out
And you build what is there
Cause you’ll never find out
Yeah

[T.R.I.P.]

Riding through the purgatory rolling the dice
I don’t fuck anybody
Hope you get that shit right
Bitch I’m hunting on Hallows Eve
Got me feeling like I’m Mike
Put this blade up to your neck
I’ll have you begging for your life
If I get suspicious
Pull the trigger like it’s effortless 
Split your wrist with scissors
Cut you open just to measure less 
Pull up in the LS400 and rockin hollow tips
Ridin with my gang like sleepy hollow
Taken all they heads 
Creepin in the shadows im that demon in Insidious 
And when you have a nightmare
Just remember that I’m causing it
I’m the fuckin reaper
And I’m here take away your breath
This is the beginning got that scythe
That’s tatted on my head
Hating mothafuckas acting like they shit don’t stank 
But the truth is that these pussies
Don’t have a clue what it takes
Loading up the Ks
I grab the mags and I aim at yo face
45 dumpin I’m pumpin slugs til your body caves

MALEVOLENT

[HOOK: VAGUE]

What you want for real?
Realize that you living life and can't feel
I try to make it in and try make it out
Doesn't matter what the fuck I do
You know I'm feelin doubt
What you want for real?
Realize that you living life and can't feel
I try to make it in and try make it out
Doesn't matter what the fuck I do
You know I'm feelin doubt

[VAGUE]

Yeah
Give a fuck about a minor situation
It's not findin me, dawg
It's just another conversation
And you wanna say it's not a diss
But talkin shit, it is a diss
It doesn't matter much to me
You another name up on the list
Funny how you makin all these "Friends" up in this hobby
Cause you claimin that they family
And then go throw them in the lobby
Then when everyone is gone
You'll wake up and have some coffee
You'll be thinking
Did they really give a fuck?
Probably
You ain't never had a loss
Till you lost it all
All the friends you cuttin off
Won't break the fall
Even thru your eyes
Bet you'll finally realize
You're the start and endin of the story
To your own demise
You ain't never had a loss
Till you lost it all
All the friends you cuttin off
Won't break the fall
Even thru your eyes
Bet you'll finally realize
You're the start and endin of the story
To your own demise

[HOOK: VAGUE]

What you want for real?
Realize that you living life and can't feel
I try to make it in and try make it out
Doesn't matter what the fuck I do
You know I'm feelin doubt
What you want for real?
Realize that you living life and can't feel
I try to make it in and try make it out
Doesn't matter what the fuck I do
You know I'm feelin doubt

[T.R.I.P.]

How you hating on me with the hard work
That I put into this shit
Miserable ass motherfuckers
Always acting like a bitch
Get the fuck up out the mix
All you do is run your lips
All you pussies make me sick
Always banking on a wish
Me and you are not the same
I can't relate
I can't sit down on my ass
Begging hoping for a change
Get up and get to work
Ain't nobody sorry for you
Get up out your feelings
Your family is fucking counting on you
All these weak minded mothafuckas
Can't dig they self out the grave
On a mission trying find my way out of this fuckin maze
All praise to Unaverage Gang
All they do is talk and hate
Coming hot right out the gates
Feel like hades with the flame
Game is driving me insane
Y'all give clout to all the lames
Only thing I feel is rage
And I'm here to bring you pain
You was Born a bitch
Yea I can't relate
UAV them hellish hounds
Unleashing it through our veins

Hell Has Eyes

MINOR SITUATION

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

Watch me creep around your block
And catch you lacking “Killa"
Watch me do my dance
While I keep my finger on the trigger
Keep on talking shit
I’m bout to expose you and rip ya
Too much barking
in’t enough biting, better reconsider
Want you to listen closely
Before I start to shoot 
Want you to burn in flames over this dispute 
Every bitch who’s named Tvbuu can get it too 
Fuckin pussy talkin crazy
What you going to do?


[T.R.I.P.]


Mothafucka watch what bone you pick
Come to Vegas you ain’t do shit 
Let me know when you wanna throw hands 
This pussy really reaching for anything to gain fans
Shit
That’s just depressing
Guessing that you never understood the message
I meant it when I said "I wish the best"
And fuck you I think I gotta teach a lesson
Think I’m scared of a skinny bitch who shops at hot topic 
You really thought that I would listen
When you said to drop it?
Pussy
I’ll let you think that we ain’t really bout it
Come find out for yourself you end up autopsied 
Give a fuck what meant
Want the smoke here’s some lead
SVVVGHOUSE suck a dick
UAV run this shit
Give a fuck what meant
Want the smoke here’s some lead
SVVVGHOUSE suck a dick
UAV run this shit

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

Watch me creep around your block
And catch you lacking “Killa"
Watch me do my dance
While I keep my finger on the trigger
Keep on talking shit
I’m bout to expose you and rip ya
Too much barking
ain’t enough biting, better reconsider
Want you to listen closely
Before I start to shoot 
Want you to burn in flames over this dispute 
Every bitch who’s named Tvbuu can get it too 
Fuckin pussy talkin crazy
What you going to do?

[VAGUE]

Pussy ass boy don’t want the fade
Just another motherfucker that looks afraid
My names Tvbuu I need clout from Vague
Cause you livin with your Mom and can’t get paid
What the fuck is wrong dude?
Find somebody else to talk to
Makin friends with kids, it’s so true
Gotta find therapy just to get thru
Your ways
You started shit
You’re not a victim
Bitch drop the act
cause you apart of it
Stop actin like a Stan
Be a man and then own yo shit
Cause nothin gonna change
Your just putting all your friends in pain
What a fucken little bitch will do for fame
That’s facts
It’s funny how this mothafucka gon clout chase
See now that the words out
We gon be the reason that he finds a place
Im gonna be using his logic
If you can’t help me, you toxic
You must be livin in comics
You don’t belong in my topics
No more

CHECKMATE [Prod. Netuh]

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