unique style and flow like no one else with heavy influences from the underground

Mob ties

Blendinnn the underground sound with mainstream bits n pieces

Wi$H

A mix of melodic and cloud rap on a clams casino inspired beat

Turn me up
Lyrics: Wachu need now?(wachu need)
Girl, I know you got all this shit and you ain’t satisfied
Appreciation all I want I give you everything you need
You don’t even smile no more
We don’t even play fight no more
Everything we do we take it slow slow
Girl put me in my feelings. 
Tell me how to go go. 
I’ve been losing all my mind tryna play smart woah.
woah woah woah woah.woah woah woah 
Girl your mom got the bag with you I ain’t gonn lie. 
Anytime you’re not around I’m thinking bout you. Got me hot. 
I made my lungs suffer wimme put my feelings in the sky.
My eyes low, my teacher staring at me I think that he knows
Hopping off the school bus to make the trap that’s how it goes 
I een know my nigga was a rat. It turned out He wasn’t real.
Brother said pick up that pack you gotta make sure that it go.
I een really used to fighting I just up and let it blow.yeah 
I just up and let it blow…
ghost in my wood. I ain’t talking about that hoe.
Bitch
Bitch ass nigga, talking about me he get folded 
I ain’t even know his brother was a hoe too
Clutching big boi dukes
If you really mean it say it to my face i ain’t gon lie 
Gotta gift for seeing shit I can tell you a hoe through your eyes
The way your bitch looking at me I might fuck her don’t be surprised
Throw that 4yk up anytime we see the camera 
Mob ties
I get itchy in the body anytime I see the dollar sign 
Tell me what I need 
I see you in my dreams all the time 
Bae I hope you make me understand 
You den made me fall in love with you 
What’s your playing hand 
Sitting still thinking bout r

1by1(prod @pindro)

$t0p

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ISITD@tHArd %prod revivedcasket

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%BAHBIH x scoob prod.gucci

JENITA(prod.LIF3ALRT)

Rainydvys x WOP  [prod@juju x prod@tjay x prod@t3rps]

likeU

getithowigetit

tyS0st0n3d CAP FREESTYLE prod@ogboruto

Beams on scraps(iamprage)

safeside

IDOL (prod @pindro @crxsh)

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vamp TREND prod (pierre1k & peytonthealien)

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G-SHOCK

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$0BAD

DxdD (prod.ogboruto)

ig;tYs0st0n3d

this is a remake of a youtube beat(forgot the youtube)

i can't see you(prod okwonton +tuhnel)

on the way up(prod @benzoo)

long step (prod arxhivee)

Ig: tys0st0n3d
lyrics...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, first time I seen you
Man I swear it was a rare view
Bae you sure that she love me?
Cause I'm sure that I love you
Yeah, I'm sure that I love you
Never hurt you, yeah, I'm sure I trust you

In that two seater ex in my rear view
Pretty face they don't know what I go through
Don't know what I go through
Tell me what you need, baby, let me hold you
This shit make believe, believe what you want to
I ain't gon' say it twice, baby, girl, I love you

Your friends gon' downplay the shit, I did it for you
I hope you don't leave, I hope you stay loyal
The girl of my dreams, my baby too spoiled
I'm knowing you not like these other bitches, I adore you

I'm having this shit cause I know you want, I can afford it
My baby too fine, when she see me, yeah, she going crazy
I told her, don't pull up with your friend, yeah, they too insane
Yeah, my baby know what I want for breakfast, she give me brain

It's insane what you can do with the mob ties
Having fun time, chilling with the right guys
On the west side, C4, yeah we been tied
Go rollie plain jean when I get money, yeah

Mama, see I'm getting money, it's getting sunny, yeah
Remember days ain't shit to eat ain't nun funny, yeah
Now I'm going to the top, I'm going dummy, yeah
Now I'm going to the top, I'm going crazy

I know you say you love me, I know that's fuu Gazy
I'm with my lady, thugging I go crazy
You wanna play about it, bitch, you better pay me
I'm in the basement cooking up, I do this daily

I'm in the basement cooking up, I do this every day
That bitch want come my way, I told her
Bitch get out my face
Yeah, this a dirty sprite and plus you can't even come this way
Yeah, this a fully, but who's to say you can't even go on Drakes

I mix the purple with the tris, I'm finna catch a fade
I'm finna catch a flight, yeah, tweak out in L.A
I ain't pulling out with no function if I don't get paid
I ain't giving no bitch no bag if she don't get slayed

Pour that shit up in the morning, it's a minute maid
Finna levitate, float it up, I'm having space
Pop up like wee Casper on your block, yeah
We having drakes
Nigga, not all rapper's, they all pussies like some renegades

I'm in Alington right Manassas on the way
I punch the fuck in, like some hungry niggas getting paid
These niggas dick ride, whole time, I got big drakes
Stay on that bitch side, talking get your shits split

Stay on that bitch side, talking ain't get your shits split
Stay on that bitch's side, talking ain't got your shits split
Stay on that bitch's side, talking ain't got your shits split
Talking get your shits split

last year freestyle (prod ripjean)

tokyo(prodbyscole)

vicking

Viking SLOWED

lyric;
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Do you see me, or you hear me
Are you feelin', the way I'm feelin'? Baby, tell me, do you need that
I'ma bleed that, if you say you need that Yeah, I got them big racks, all up in my pants, yeah
All up in this shit, I got it tucked it make you dance, yeah

My twin pop that shit he get that mood he ready to bend, yeah
High efficiency, by squad, yeah we getting you
What? Five five six they aim at you man that glocki chew
Man, that glocki spit at you, yeah it

Man that glocki spit at you, you ain't bulletproof
Yeah, i told you i was gone spin that shit, you said I wasn't though
Man, I spun with my twin, yeah, you know we blew
I ain't gon say we blow, fuck that shit, let go

Man, I wanna go, fuck it, let's go home
Bad lil' bitch, she said she wanna chill with the mob
I don't even know you, lil' baby, can't hop in this ride
Matter of fact  put it back, matter of fact  put it back, yeah

I ain't buying shit  yeah man I ain't buying shit, yeah
Man, I ain't buying no bitch, no bag, yeah, that sucker move
I don't even know you like that, lil' baby, what you wanna prove
Man, I got the za, I got the leaf, and I got the juice

Why that bitch tryna fuck with me? I don't even know you
And she think she with it, so bad
pop this shit, how you move so tact
Gas front how i came so fast

Slow down, man, I won't go back
They don't wanna see me gone
pop this shit, man, came too fast
Man, I can't even show my all

I ain't never goin' back
I ain't never goin' home
I ain't never goin' back
Yeah they wanna see me, my ass

Came in smooth, yeah I came too fast
They ain't know how I came this way
They don't know that boy a bblade
Yeah i'm sharp as shit i go slay

Fuck that shit man i came to LA
Fuck that shit, yeah, I came the the sky
(Fuck)
For that shit, yeah, I'm up here now

Fuck that shit, yeah, I'm up here now
Yeah, tY$oSToned that boy insane
(I'm insane yeah)

I've bang that
Yeah, I bang there
I don't wanna
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, I bang that
Yeah, I bang that

Bblade(prod pindro)

lyrics;
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Do you see me, or you hear me
Are you feelin', the way I'm feelin'? Baby, tell me, do you need that
I'ma bleed that, if you say you need that Yeah, I got them big racks, all up in my pants, yeah
All up in this shit, I got it tucked it make you dance, yeah

My twin pop that shit he get that mood he ready to bend, yeah
High efficiency, by squad, yeah we getting you
What? Five five six they aim at you man that glocki chew
Man, that glocki spit at you, yeah it

Man that glocki spit at you, you ain't bulletproof
Yeah, i told you i was gone spin that shit, you said I wasn't though
Man, I spun with my twin, yeah, you know we blew
I ain't gon say we blow, fuck that shit, let go

Man, I wanna go, fuck it, let's go home
Bad lil' bitch, she said she wanna chill with the mob
I don't even know you, lil' baby, can't hop in this ride
Matter of fact  put it back, matter of fact  put it back, yeah

I ain't buying shit  yeah man I ain't buying shit, yeah
Man, I ain't buying no bitch, no bag, yeah, that sucker move
I don't even know you like that, lil' baby, what you wanna prove
Man, I got the za, I got the leaf, and I got the juice

Why that bitch tryna fuck with me? I don't even know you
And she think she with it, so bad
pop this shit, how you move so tact
Gas front how i came so fast

Slow down, man, I won't go back
They don't wanna see me gone
pop this shit, man, came too fast
Man, I can't even show my all

I ain't never goin' back
I ain't never goin' home
I ain't never goin' back
Yeah they wanna see me, my ass

Came in smooth, yeah I came too fast
They ain't know how I came this way
They don't know that boy a bblade
Yeah i'm sharp as shit i go slay

Fuck that shit man i came to LA
Fuck that shit, yeah, I came the the sky
(Fuck)
For that shit, yeah, I'm up here now

Fuck that shit, yeah, I'm up here now
Yeah, tY$oSToned that boy insane
(I'm insane yeah)

I've bang that
Yeah, I bang there
I don't wanna
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, I bang that
Yeah, I bang that

bblade spedup

place i came from

lyrics;

Let go take yeah(yeah)
Ohhohaaa
Let's go take yeah
(yeah)
Fuck.. (yeah)
Come on and take yeah
Yeah.. yeah... come on and take
(come on and take)
My bitch, she bad she got that shit you know it ain't fake
(mhhhh)
(mhmmmm)
These lil boys dissing on that shit, they got fake drake
(mhmmm)
I spin up on they block I put it to his face
(mhmmm)
I spin up on his block I put it to his head

Yeah my twin he pop that shit you know he on that red
Yeah, we pulled up on his block we made that lil' boy scared
Yeah, we pulled up on his block, we made that lil' boy take it
Have him face it- this the mob yeah, this ain't basic
He want diss on the net we hop out shit yeah this ain't safe shit
My twin fuck with Grabba yeah He hop out let's go bake shit
(let's go bake shit)
(fuck)

Let's go bake shit
Yeah that 2.4 in that za pack this ain't laced bih
(fuck)
Got it quick bih
Man I hop on your shit we let it spit yeahh
Man I hop up on your block we let it spit yeah
Two four yeah zendaya
Fuck her good I got it in yeah
Sh-She want be the mob I told her bea no coming in yeah
Bring your friend with you I got my friends they can play yeah yeah
They can play yeah in section yeah with the men yeah
You want beef with gang I tell you use your common sense yeah
(yeah)
I don't chill with them I'm chilling with the killer nem yeah
(yeah)
Imma live again I always use my fucking brain yeah
(yeah)

My bitch, she bad she got that shit you know it ain't fake
(mhhhh)
(mhmmmm)
These lil boys dissing on that shit, they got fake drake
(mhmmm)
I spin up on they block I put it to his face
(mhmmm)
I spin up on his block I put it to his head

Yeah my twin he pop that shit you know he on that red
Yeah, we pulled up on his block we made that lil' boy scared
Yeah, we pulled up on his block, we made that lil' boy take it
Have him face it- this the mob yeah, this ain't basic
He want diss on the net we hop out shit yeah this ain't safe shit
My twin fuck with Grabba yeah He hop out let's go bake shit
(let's go bake shit)
(fuck)

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