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The Taliban Tape

Much love to all the producers who's beats i used to make this album, definitely a big mf vibe and i fw it hella, hope mah glimes enjoy ts!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️
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Prod. 
Noah808 x indrasorrow
elyas x stalkerrekryt
Lil Sword
bluebourn
Mardee
bbseb
Betwixt
YUNGMEXICANBIH
ezzie

Trap Fonez Bangin'

Prod. Jesvs
Prod. rrvzs.
Prod. yung3n
Prod. Yiku
Prod. counterfeitdiscs
Prod. Webster
Prod. txx1ccc
Prod. Yungjag
Prod. Sillage
Prod. prodcellar

M0t0r0la Huzz On Da L!n3

PLZ $tAY UP W: M3

Prod. Qrixtol

Lyrics: now that you leaving-
you hate me-
go head n take me-
far cause i don’t wanna 
live my whole life like a lie 
by the day..
strive for a way..
to try n get paid
cause a young mf-
-too broke for the ways 
of this fucked up living 

that’s why we keep sinning
til 3 in the morning 
the whole room spinning 
motion sickness when i’m banging bitches
ain’t no reminiscing
only fading away
 with these scripts i’m mixing
throwing it up..
js like a set-
ain’t no tellin’ with it..
 what we gon do..
older days 
yeah them days we missing 
now that the days go by 
feel like the time is shifting
drifting away all these depositions
got me stuck up in the same position 
i was in before
hadda run out da door
 tore my heart
i’m a junkie fo’ show
get high all day
ion even fucking know
anymore
what’s real 
what’s fake 
let’s roll
fuck a backwood lemme smoke
whole goddamn 8th in a bowl
middle of my chest is a hole
that .45 cal let it blow
 
fuck what you doing stick to the basics
blowing off static
fucked up in the basement
made a whole arrangement 
have my soul be taken
been mistaken 
buts always been fuck this life..
heavenly awaken..
born to be nothing
 i’m striving straight for that payment
 smoking to be elated
 can’t be related to nothing or no one…
 heavily sedated
off of that shit that shit..
that 4 in that fanta
codeine down her face
tears in the cup
getting me so high 
floating outter space
laced up blunt 
for the trip on the way
feelin like life’s a game
fucked up im pixelated 
and i can’t explain

Intentions

Prod. Yung Felicia x @Chef9TheGod

Lyrics: why you playing with my feelings
head is all up on the ceiling 
feelings high off penicillin 
take a dose
my gaudy holdin sticky

chasing hoes now
i’m broken
i’m chosen
it’s time to go out
time to roll out
time to pour now
love this high
i guess i’ll never go down
 
you gon have to pick me up
20s on the truck
foreign money in my trunk
stuff a body in a blunt
high off for a month
can’t seem to be sober 
but fuck it 
that’s js how we stunt 

why you playing with my feelings
head is all up on the ceiling 
feelings high off penicillin 
take a dose
my gaudy holdin sticky

counting money
bitch you bummy
nose is runny
them pills they got me stuffy
that dirty snorting dummy
i’m labeled as a junkie
nobody ever love me 

nah
weep wit the tec
i left you sent on read
dirt road pavement 
i’m walking down
finna leave you wet
 light up the block
die for the set
don’t you try n 
change my mind 
i’m too upset

why you playing with my feelings
head is all up on the ceiling 
feelings high off penicillin 
take a dose
my gaudy holdin sticky

In My Feels..

Prod. King Arthur Beats

Lyrics: fuck this fuck that 
its fuck everything
everything fucking whack
my state of mental so depressed in the back
contemplating with a .45 clacked 
now it’s time 
for that emtpyness 
a glock to my back
blow my shit out
 as i’m slumped smoking gas
blow this bitch up
now i need me some cash  
see triple digets 
my wrists dripping bad
poppin right up out da lac
22 mo’ 
til the wheels 
fallin off of the slab
steady cheifin with no racks
steady gleaming
bitch i’m sad
hold up bitch wait 
fo’ i fuck 
needa roll up the sack-
-extended clip-
-keep me a mag
magnum fucking 
for that ass 
throw it back
how these bitches love it
can’t keep holding back

ho wait don’t touch 
i roll up a dutch
decompose in my lungs
21 years i’m too tired for the run
keeping quiet 
play some music
i smoke and 
i grip on that gun
devilish shit js begun
hell rain down 
with that thunder 
above and beyond
bang the choppa like the slums
pop you pussies like some drums
damn
pop you pussies like some drums
add the 808s 
i’m fucking ya bitch make it thump
play with the pussy she love
light me a whole nother blunt
crusin steezin molly all in da cup
-purp is hazy rollin up-
-crack a fucker for that bud-
-bust his lip 
drippin that blood
sacrificial like that lamb 
in that pentagram cut

It's Js What I Do (Prod. King Arthur)

Prod. $ u i c i d i a

Lyrics: 3 cell phones 
bitch im trappin off cricket
i got that ticket straight to hell
wont you test my own limits

im tryna lift me up lift me up
lift up my spirits
im tryna wake me up wake me up
lost in that dreamin’

i plead to see it 
wont you show me 
i got nothing left
 draining my feelings
i know you dream it
message left on read

understand
you dont comprehend 
the time i fucking spent
what i went
through to try n do my very fucking best
lay to rest

hopes and them promises 
allem folk depressed
aint got no options
we smoking toxins
resin to the chest
matte black casket

i drown in satin 
lace my blunts with sess
bitches demanding
they tryna smoke the rest
nothing but ashes

all in a urn
i burn a square 
im puffing up on some cancer 
yeah she a dancer
off the molly
that bitch molly santana

she a real bad hoe
life too short 
live it slow
smoke on asthma
that thrax is rolled
lean too poured
i was born in disasters

i walk the road
empty road
full of dirt
and some grasses
js leave me alone
leave me alone
leave me alone 
lighting matches

js burn em all
burn em all
burn em all
cant go back
and 
im soon to fall
soon to fall
soon to fall
wont come back

03' Trappin'

Prod. $ u i c i d i a

Lyrics: masked up
bitch im racked up
get you packed up
act up
shawty act up
made me mad fuck

back up
shawty back up
need the black truck
pull up on a hoe country style
off’em damn drugs

stayed up posted 
im chilling out 
im reloading
that clip is empty you folding
i smoke my blunt n start floating

cant keep a promise i hold it
just like the story i told it
you never know
what you getting into
all em doors is closing

masked up
bitch im racked up
get you packed up
baby know im fiendin off them drugs
got me mad stuck

dope’d up feelings
i stress relieve off the killings
i kill the scene
and reveal it
the truth
 the coping and dealings

js hang wit me
i cant fucking breathe
maybe its the weed 
always panicking
life too damaging
i pass the lean

down for a dose 
offa the deuce 
in a dirty sprite
heavy feeling like im dying
you feel it right

passin it on to the left
 cause i hold the pipe 
with my right hand 
off a xan im the dirty type

Come Kick It

Prod. Yung Sick Beats :3

Lyrics: hydrocodone up in the blunt
i’m trappin pounds 
that motorola 
banging up on some sluts
that trap house twerk 
she shaking ass i’m tryna 
grasp me a cup
that purple drank im taking  
wake n shake 
off all these pills
re do that shit today
bad bitch
with a bad face
make her ass shake
smoke blunts
rolling more runtz
on a damn break
landscapes
meltin by the minute 
thats a damn shame
heartbreaks
fuck a heartbreak
steady heart take

trapped out
mouth fucking blinging i got my silvers out
bottoms bitch
chain fucking snapping 
i got my wrist is slit
i’m bound for this
taking too 
much time
i’m steady passing flicks
flicking ashes off of the blunts 
that we keep on passing bitch 

dripped as fuck 
life is on the line
i’m sippin on actavis
acid dish
took me 40 tabs
and now i’m mad as shiii
back in this bitch
ain’t shit here 
but fuck ups
 in a fucking ditch
high asl don’t wanna know wassup 
i feel my body itch

high as hell
three in the morning
i keep on rolling spliffs-
-roll off a cliff
tryna die today 
ain’t no more waiting stiff
come take a trip
shrooms up 
in a bag i’m steady making flips
i bang the clip
gen 5 to ya throat 
make sure i hit ya lip
 
crystal cold
diamonds in her jaws
she fucked me in her car
pop a bar
laced asf i’m dying
back up on the block
i feel the drops
dripping sweat i’m fading 
fucked up at the mall
i steady ball
fuck the rest it’s over
 waiting for the fall

BACK2DA2000's

Prod. DracoGoingCrazy x Dreamoh
Prod. @wakeuptimmy
Prod. rubbish + innsmouth
Prod. Wenom
Prod. Amethyst0009
Prod. c memo
Prod. 6astardcanrise
Prod. DrakeGoingCrazy

Lyrics: 

tell me she love me 
but i love them drugs
full metal slugs
all of these hoes
wanna fuck
feelin’s so numb
but i’m tryna feel some
ain’t feelin nun..
motions mixin
time to sip out the cup
tryna fix it..
baby im gone and i know u miss it
know u miss it

why you tripping 
now that you gone 
i stay reminiscing 
wish i had time 
now that time im missing
aint shit to do 
but js keep on living
smoke me a blunt 
while i count some digits
feelin ilike thugga
i pour that liquid
got that drank up in me 
fuck a liver

and i aint a quitter 
no two trips
gotta haul the mission
pray i get up 
out these depositions 
fucking faded
part of my addictions
thats my excuse 
aint no contradicting 
s’why im fucking lazy 
s’why im shifting
mood swing kray
pray i kill em

(I think its cool so you know my momma wasnt able to give me everything i wanted you know as far as clothing wise and you know tennis shoe wise so i saw them out there getting it so you know they put it in my head like you know i could get it too you know that fast money)

tell me she love me 
but i love them drugs
full metal slugs
all of these hoes
wanna fuck
feelin’s so numb
but i’m tryna feel some
ain’t feelin nun..
motions mixin
time to sip out the cup
tryna fix it..
baby im gone and i know u miss it
know u miss it

WhatDoIReallyNeed?

Lyrics: 

flock together like crows
out the casket throw 4s
wipin shit off my nose
who’s that mf who rose
out of that casket
no asking
thought you should have it
all these bullets aimin 
right where you standing
so tragic
leave that shit all behind
aint no going back at it

percocet for the ride
mentally fucked 
my brain so fried
getting high all the time..
no getting by
why my feelings 
all up in the sky
fuck what you thinking 
im gonna die
aint no reason 
for the ride
27 club 
what imma strive
loaded rifle
i cobain n survive

js for the night
let me fuck
we stay up off the white
3 in the morning we fucking on sight
through the city take a flight
shawty argue 
always tryna be right
match my energy im high 
all my gruddas start to fly 
flyest mfs shinin so bright
geeking off the sess 
pour up the sprite

pour up the sprite
hit from behind 
shawty too blind
tell me she see 
thru my eyes 
tell me she love 
me they lies
tell me im off it 
tell me im off it
shawty she leanin she cry
tell me im off it
tell me im off it
why you reaching for that nine

lil boy you scared
you wont cock it
lay with a bitch 
smoking up on that ponic
got that toxic feelin 
all in my body
sawed off pump
got my 12 gauge on me
godly feeling
like im rolling off the gaudy
sprinkle molly 
now we rollin like saudis
drift up in a audi 
we get to bombing
afgan soulja 
rollin off robbing

flock together like crows
out the casket throw 4s
wipin shit off my nose
who’s that mf who rose
out of that casket
no asking
thought you should have it
all these bullets aimin 
right where you standing
so tragic
leave that shit all behind
aint no going back at it

flock together like crows
out the casket throw 4s
wipin shit off my nose
who’s that mf who rose
out of that casket
no asking
thought you should have it
all these bullets aimin 
right where you standing
so tragic
leave that shit all behind
aint no going back at it

W/ Ma Gruddah's We Stay Flockin' (Prod. Taylor Morgan)

Dreamz *ahlam* - Prod. King Arthur Beats

Another Sad Ballad - Prod. cashcd

Shinin' - Prod. Blunt Wizard

Took Too Much *aistaghraq alkathir* - Prod. c memo

On Go *ealaa aldhahab* - Prod. Cardo x ‪shinju_09‬

Trappin Off Da S3 *fakhu qubalat da S3* - Prod. Panotune

Hamza Bin Laden - Prod. Taylor Morgan

222 ALL MY GLIMES AND GLIMETTES, 2MAHSOULJUHS 2MYMOMMA 2MAHLYFE STILL SMOKIN 03BANDO WEED HMU FOR SOME 🗣️🙏

Prod. janecocaine + ayobandz

Lyrics: trap ho
she keep stunning
money on me 
im counting im thumbing
a nissan ford 
and a hummer
lil hoe and she kno 
she my runner
them long nights 
thru the summer
thugging out 
cause nobody love me
im booted out in da guttah 
im trappin out in that honda
this that trap twerk anaconda
pray these snakes 
get out my way
im fully blown in that tonka
full clip
let them hollows spray
im bangin off with that yoppa
shoot the clip
skr8 2 da top
im rollin offa dat oxy
im 2geek’d 
tell the bitch that im sorry

im floatin now
this that 3rd dimension 
aint no mention
yeah we clip the body
you can feel the tension
i release that heat
trigger finger itching
on that smith & wesson
im boof’d out
skrt thru that 111
know im with it
told her to quit it
lil trap queen 
yeah you know that we split it
50/50 like a line when i hit it

now you gon lie
hadda cut the bitch like some ties
down for the gang smoking k so high
leaf im boofin’ on the side
puffin that mid pack laced for the night
laced for the set
lil ho dont disrespect 
a playa pimpin with no check
got it out the mud im fly wit that tech
lil bitch she on me 
yeah she giving me neck
fuckkk

trap ho
she keep stunning
money on me 
im counting im thumbing
a nissan ford 
and a hummer
lil hoe and she kno 
she my runner
them long nights 
thru the summer
thugging out 
cause nobody love me
im booted out in da guttah 
im trappin out in that honda
this that trap twerk anaconda
pray these snakes 
get out my way
im fully blown in that tonka
full clip
let them hollows spray
im bangin off with that yoppa
shoot the clip
skr8 2 da top
im rollin offa dat oxy
im 2geek’d 
tell the bitch that im sorry

Lil' Trap Ho - (prod. janecocaine + ayobandz)

Prod. C memo

Lyrics: boost mobile
nextel 
im texting on that blackberry
blue opals 
and glock shells
im flexed up on that burberry
nonsense now the bitch petty
dope dick know i got plenty
shoot the block up til the lot empty
fuck with me know the gang messy

know the gang messy
al-quida with the k heavy
3/5 for a light 20
smoke it up now my brain steady
choppa lay you down be ready
know shit get real deadly 
real deadly
hoes on my dick think im friendly
pull up on da hoe big bently
matte black n the seats jelly
hit the bitch up 
call on the tele
you got my phone
triple the 6 as you dial up the tone
shawty need me said that she all alone
shawty need me said that she all alone
shawty need me said that-

why you callin 
got me crawling
open your eyes up and see me walking
better biting then the fkn barking
keep on sparking
im a fucking carcus
feel like im falling
the truth that i tell 
as im failing mirserbly
im balling my eyes
save me room up 
in the coffin ill rise
got me fucked up 
i be praying at night

boost mobile
nextel 
im texting on that blackberry
blue opals 
and glock shells
im flexed up on that burberry
nonsense now the bitch petty
dope dick know i got plenty
shoot the block up til the lot empty
fuck with me know the gang messy

Gemstones Fa Mah Main Ho's

Pray'd Up

Throwed Off Da Dope - Prod. Panotune

Prod. Ritterrx

Lyrics: pray to allah that im chillin
sippin dippin n im trippin
twisting words 
when im booted up
aint no time to be down 
cause im winning
too tripp’d out spinning
codeine pool i be swimming
routed up 
i be toolied up
i be up afterdark
got me vivid

dark purple my liquid
so high think im gifted
reach for 9s under my bed
and that dope money 
ive hidden
shawty never wanna listen
thats why i get high 
on a mission
fuck the thought of reminiscing 
im fixing to 
snort me up 
a few digits
a few digits
a few digits

you cannot hold me back 
i’ll keep digging
throw me inside the casket
im kicking
a few digits
a few digits
gimme a little time
 a few minutes
chiefin that dope 
that i keep on splitting
i keep splitting 
all of this dope 
n all of these bitches
princess cuts on my wrist 
drippin
smoking these packs 
instead of me flipping
i get to clippin bodies
when im grippin
holdin a shotty pump
 i blow 50
got that glime on me 
feel pretty
doing the dash
zooming do 60

i do 60
i do 60
flock like crows smoking that sticky
all of these hoes they all kinda tricky
in the city
with my bittys
all of these fuckboys stay slipping
got a lil goth shawty she stripping
i keep ripping
i keep drifting 
bussin the corner 
blow your whole living
no more life 
no more pretending
and im sending
and im sending
send you a dove 
they all keep descending 
all of that smoke 
i keep on depending 

pray to allah that im chillin
sippin dippin n im trippin
twisting words 
when im booted up
aint no time to be down 
cause im winning
too tripp’d out spinning
codeine pool i be swimming
routed up 
i be toolied up
i be up afterdark
got me vivid

2Fuct4DaNight

Much love to all the producers who's beats i used to make this album, definitely a big mf vibe and i fw it hella, hope mah glimes enjoy ts!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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