𝑈𝑁𝐴𝑉𝐸𝑅𝐴𝐺𝐸 𝐺𝐴𝑁𝐺  🐩 🐕‍🦺

VIOLENCE [Prod. Josh W]

[AC]

Reading the scripture I know you won't listen I'm fuckin the world up the upward position I'm livin with vision I'll deal my decision the devil is watching through televisions
Better know that I'm comin after mine
Pass time UAV on the rise 
Dumb bitch I won't tell your ass twice 
Demons eyes in the night 

Fuck you bitch I'm selling evil to the devil why you hating , keep my name out conversations

Collecting decapitions
Aggravation in the making from these fuck boys fornicating

Dick riding motherfuckers dare to test my patience 
I was born a fuckin sinner Las Vegas where I been raised bitch.
come here to vacation try to floss but you are basic 
My time is coming  soon and it's so close  that I can taste it 
Different altercations UAV gang generation hoe


[VAGUE]

We packin facts
You live an act, you fucken rats
There’s no takin back
This UNAVERAGE GANG Wolfpack
So fuck your front 
You cannot run
Bitch I’m throwin the stun, not givin a fuck
Thinkin that you slick, and test yo luck

Fuck all the friends and they think that they real,
Holdin that devils deal, for the kill, people think they the shit, cause they taken pills
If your real
You’ll Follow UAV until the end, and don’t pretend 
Like those punk motherfuckers you worship are your friends and it depends

If you got that fucken heart
See we kept this shit so real, comin from the start
Life’s a fucken struggle, we’ve been trapped up in the dark
UNAVERAGE GANG so real so we never gonna fall apart hoe

Download | Stream

DEATH GRIP [Prod. KO$TE]

[VAGUE & AC]

I’m digging-’em out the crip
Then I’ll send them to they bitch
If you got a fuckin problem bitch, I’ll pull up with the stick
Writing our name in your blood to show, UNAVERAGE Gang exist
Blood spillin from the pentagrams throat triple 6

[VAGUE]

I be throwin all they bodies, into the lake and across fire
Opening up the crip, welcome to the devil’s empire 
Rainin down the demons wrath, killin everything in path, you are fallin within its trap, torturin the souls until they snap
They snappin the ribs, and choose to kill you later, you can hop up on this dick, and ride it just with all the haters
If you feeling brave, you can find yourself in the grave
Maggots in your eyes, diggin through the walls, as they cave

[AC]

Bitch I'm coming through the gates of hell, UNAVERAGE on the rise
Better get yo fuckin facts straight all these fuck boys always lie
And you think yo shit don't stank, but homie I won't tell you twice 
Otherwise yo life is over see you on the other side
 
The demons are coming and plotting on your suicide 
And I'm coming we creeping into the fortress in the night 
It's UAV we forming  fatality  sacrifice 
Feeling like I want to sin for the crowd and it's only right 

[VAGUE & AC]
If you choose to crucify, me just know I’m far away
The demons live inside me my, soul just fades away

AKELDAMA [Prod. Living in the Darkness]

[VAGUE]

Problematic from the panic, got those satanic habits
I’m reekin havoc on these bastards, settin us wit low standards
UNAVERAGE GANG is so dynamic, that our past is a classic
Why you thinking rappers vanish? cause they stuck in my attic 

Im packin hurt, so do your worst
Like “Nacht Der Untoten” without the perks
Kill me first, to quench your thirst
Drink “Dead Shot Daiquiri” I’m about to murk

I’m back from fucken dead, I pullin chains from hell
Startin up the hill fire, now we all burnin in hell
Like these lifeless motherfukas, who just want to see us fail
Say fairwell to these bitches, who’s fakin on this cartel

[AC]

I’m breaking jaws, from this fuckin brawl,
see them corpses fall, burn'em all, raise the burner,
just to fuckin set'em off 
Rerun of "The Shining", Jack Nicholson it was his son, screaming bloody murder 
redrum, redrum, redrum 

You suffer from the silence 
The Canniballistic tyrant 
Feeding off your nectar, like Clarice Starling and Dr. Lector bitch

You cannot stop me drop bodies with these kamikazes,
disembodied your whole city and left it sloppy,
we UAV if you wit it then just let us know,
march like Calvary raise your weapons and let it snow

HANNIBAL [Prod. Living in the Darkness]

[VAGUE]

Bottles of the pain, that I carry in cases
People always fightin bout who the significant race is
But you just label of the system, what the fuck is more important?
Losing sight of the truth or this life you abortin
Favorin the image while these artist usin mumble rap and makin these simulated statements
This my jurisdiction, cause fakin doesn’t exist in my interest
but learn through these lines of the many things I’ve witnessed
When shit hits the roof, UAV livin proof,
make it known, you’re not alone with all the fucken things you go through,
and i’m given it up, stuck in this hell, ain’t given a fuck
Your bad habits of back stabbin, I interrupt

[AC]

Let me show you mothafuckas the road that just never ends
always bleeding UAV and I swear thats Until i'm dead,
corpse surround my bed while my white bitch give me head
HELLRAISER the name always feenin for the flesh
Tripple 6, why you actin like bitch?
Oh shit, snitches bouta get split, I’m convienced 
That we the sickest in this shit, sickle cell, oh well, man i’m burning in hell
Can’t you tell if you fuck with us you taking an L?
bringing it back to "Witches Nest" when Vague was casting a spell
Test your luck if you fuck with us,
I’ll bring the ruckus, bloody fuckin compass pointing south to the Dungeon

[$inbad]

I pull up and burn up with burner, i’m Timmy Turner 
cause i’m wishing that you pussies would stop returning start burnin, 
can’t be picking off my earnings, i'm running terror you squirming, 
came releasing all my anger, don’t grin and bear you worthless, 
you ain’t nothin but a pee on, you probably in debt, 
you keep on flashing all this money, car you driving is wrecked, 
and you can keep on actin funny, cause shit, karmas a bitch, 
you might go long for this shit, this as far as you get, 
don’t fuck with around with the kid, i’ll fuck around with ya bitch, 
give me the crown, I’ll run a town , king of this sound that I give, 
i'll make my rounds to ya crib, so don’t be clownin me kid, 
I’ll put you down like 6 feet ground with Just a rhyme that I spit

HANGING BY A THREAD (Feat. $inbad) [Prod. $UPRA]

BLACK SEA [Prod. LIFER]

[VAGUE]

Dealin with the dealers mane
This be that UAV gang, comin for that top spot
Listen how this shit gon bang
Burnin up yuh fucken city, with that fucken fire
Showing up into that place and wearin all my 
black attire

Take a look at my mission, with no provision 
Notice that am different, chantin 666
Hold yo breathin, call out mothafuckas mane
UAV gang ain’t the same, while these pussy bois be playin,
Hold’en up the nine and aim

[AC]

Pull up with the 86, i’m scheming round yo fuckin block
Got the glock tucked with my brother he bustin yo chops
Thinking that u real bitch but u really not
Got the dot at yo knot, pull it back and watch’em  drop

Down the fuckin grave, fuck what you say mane
Damn, you outcha mind, that ain’t my pay grade 
Bitch, you show the sign
That you a pussy motha fucka, always hatin while we slavin on our grind hoe

Burning up they bodies they strapped down with their eyes sown
Coming out the asylum, UNAVERAGE GANG with they mask on
Silence from the hills, we burnin bills to this song
Staple the mouths of all the bitches who have   done us wrong 

[BLACK SMURF]

You see me tucking knots
big G’s on
Me 
P’s on me
Fam only 
Team only 

Bro might have that thing on em 
Move like I got keys on me 
Savage ain’t no leash on me 
Own it we don’t lease homie 
Yea she like the sneaks on me 
Yea dare’em to 
sneak on me 
I like how they sleep on me 
Ain’t got time to sleep 
ask
Where I’m at on my feet homie 
Text me where ta meet 
I ain’t never had no clean money blame it on the east 
I’m to focused on this bag baby blame it on the weed 

Baby got ass or it might just be the jeans 
While you bout to crash 
mixing xans with the lean 
I’m to busy pushing gas turning plugs into feens

UNAVERAGE GANG x BLACK SMURF - ANTHRAX [Prod. LUCKY LUGER]

[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

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

Straight from the underworld, coming for the underground
mothafuckaz better watch out for dem hell houndz 
UNAVERAGE be the mothafuckin gang that you all doubt 
Risen out the purgatory all you bitches done now (x2)

[T.R.I.P.]

Death is your minimal punishment
Boy you better recognize who you fuckn round with
Only fought a couple times,
I never busted any crimes but that don’t mean, I won’t put you in the coffin
Walk-in round with a noose, or a fuckin 22, when I see your ass in person get to poppin
I can’t stand a fuckin artist who can’t get it on their own
Taking handouts like a bum who is jobless

Clickity clock with the glock did you get popped?
When it’s crunch time bet you all run off!
Fifty fifty chance that you rats all gon get chopped
Playing all these bitches like an avatar
Yea it’s 50k for a verse or a punchline
Cause without you we doing this shit just fine
See we learned a lot of things from this shitty generation,
Everything is bout an image for some fuckin recognition 

Ouuu, wait,
I think That I’m saying shit  hitting they soft spot
Ou, aye 
The reason they can’t stand the truth, cuz they’re all dropped.
Aye
Fuck what they think cause I promise, I won’t stop
Aye
The wolf that is climbing the hill is already on top

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

Straight from the underworld, coming for the underground
mothafuckaz better watch out for dem hell houndz 
UNAVERAGE be the mothafuckin gang that you all doubt 
Risen out the purgatory all you bitches done now (x2)

[VAGUE]

Everybody dissin and missin my fucken punch line
Hatin on my elements, never willing top mine
Bunch a little bitches in the back, but we front line
Put me to the test and fuck yo challenge, make it all mine

Can’t believe this shit so crazy
Might as well just drive miss daisy
Why do y’all just plain start hatin?
Y’all just mad cause we in your bitch playlist

Shots went off did you hear that sound?
One went missin, the other one found
One chopped up, put the other in the ground
If you fucken with the gang, means you fucken with the hounds
Have you heard?
Shootin at my vessel won’t work
I think you really fucken missheard
Death doesn’t really occur
Disturbed in your conscience as you watch the fucken underworld turn

“Hey guys you sound like $B,
you should really hit’em up do a feature for free”

Nah bitch this be that UAV,
fucken sick of you bitches thinkin they runnin the scene

“But guys i’m really thinkin that you should,
if you ever got chance do you think you would?”

Honestly, you really must of misunderstood
We only fucken with the sound from the hounds in the woods

UNDERWORLD [Prod. Ossaya]

BETTER THE DEVILS YOU KNOW (Ft. UNAVERAGE GANG) Prod. FALLEN

[T.R.I.P.]

Revenge is on my Conscience bout to cause a  holocaust
Yung trip is on the loose you better call the fuckin cops
Knock you upside the nog with glock now you looking lost 
Bitches always start to hate when they see u at the top

What the fuck you know
About a playa with that black soul 
Uzi spraying out the 6’4
Hallow tips all out the window
You Better duck low 

Yea get the fuck up out my way, 
I Told you mothafuckas UNAVERAGE GANG here to stay,
Music was only the thing that was keeping sane
Now they really love to hate cuz now we both up on our way

They waiting on me to fuck up
They praying on me to fold 
Fall down and bounce right back 
I ain’t never getting out of my zone 

Thankful for the darkness,
and all of the unknown 
I’m a product of the devil 
Call your friends and let em know I want the smoke

[VAGUE]

Unchained—the only way to play this game
Is releasin all the evil and reveal what you claim
Lookin thru your eyes—seein that your soul been stained
Got the same look—think i’m lookin right back at Cobain

5 lines and you bitchin, but my trigga finga been itchin
At you bitches that’a been sippin on that lean and thinkin you drippin
Im for the youth, and for the truth
There’s 2 of us, only 1 of you
The only thing thats drippin is that stank from your own pussy juice

Flatline in due time, and make wrongs into rights
I will fight, and live life, till I die
Know that UAV comin for the thrown
No matter what this world is givin me I’m not alone
Lean back relax 
I’m always dealin with the weight on my shoulders, 
it’s only gettin harder on me as I simply get older
The days past and the nights feelin like they get colder
Tryin to not let my past fight back
Sit back relax

UNCHAINED [Prod. NetuH]

[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]

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