(Prod. Goth Helma)
Lyrics: it’s time that i waken
forsaken for death
cause it’s taken ahold of my patience
i burn the alter
while im chanting a cadence
this life ain’t changing
so i made an arrangement to feel the stress
deep down in my chest
this hollow feeling i’m not talking .45 a cal or dat tec
it’s all the anger tryna test
guess cause you the next victim on my list
woke up in the ether
bump the speakers
not tryna listen to some bullshit
school it wasn’t for me
so it’s fuck a teacher
on the edge of that bed
with that blade
plan to cut the preacher on his face
lucifer in the flesh fuck you wait
the grapes on my plate bitch i turn em sour
make some wine then i pour in my drank
the mud move so slow in my veins
these mental chains
i can’t break and escape
gotta keep it quiet
i’m just bound to mistake and keep fucking up..
got-that-42-tucked
it’s right to ya face face reality
laced up the blunt smoked it up
pcp all in my lungs
i start the feel it now my body real numb
the drugs wearing off i feel dumb
im fiending for dope need a bump
the choppa gunning i reload wit a drum
i bust bust bust bust bust
the choppa leave they ass in the dust
these bullets dig holes then i run
can’t get caught up
now i’m done
im just loaded with the semi real tucked
the bitch that i fucked run it up
my baby love it make her cum
i’m rolling blunts for the fun
creeping at night fuck the sun
rituals happen
start to cap em
i leave they ass up in the tub....

Comme Ci, Comme Ça

Prod. Tenno
Lyrics: broke boy coming from the slums 
i hop out with that drum
50 rounds until i'm done
mixin' wockhardt with the bud
i feel it in my blood
get to dripping out my nose
shawty stare like
 wtf10x  ayy ayy
i js spent a check
it hopped up on my neck
diamonds dancing n they wet
off a perc n off the sess
i feel my body sweat
i feel like meeting death6 feet under feelin' stressed
ahh
i js spent a check 
i’m js tryna flex 
never had it but im next 
fuck a cop until my death
i js represent 
all the fuck ups that this world has to offer 
i'm down to slice my fucking neck ahhh
broke boy coming from the slums 
i hop out with that drum 
50 rounds until im done
mixin' wockhardt with the bud
i feel it in my blood 
get to dripping out my nose 
shawty stare like 
wtf 10x ayy ayy 
bitches is trippin
damn i be slipping
ion gaf 
i shoot my 3 js like pippen
you don’t never listen
diamonds water they glisten 
stuck up in this prison 
yeah my mind reminiscing 
 mind reminiscing 
i js keep spinning
i js keep shining
i js keep livin'
i js keep thuggin' 
pour up a bucket
lone' in this life
bagging shit like my luggage

"WTF"

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

Wanna G3t H!gh?

T0rn R3al!ty

$tuck Up !n That Dr3am ! Had

M0t0r0la Huzz On Da L!n3

! Fuck3d Up ! Fuck3d Up ! Fuck3d Up

G33K!N' Ft. Lethal Pimp

3mpty $tr33ts @ 3AM

2Ca$h'd

$aV3 M3

PLZ $tAY UP W: M3

2 Wrongs, No Right

Prod. BVTTER

Lyrics: ohh
whip white like some fent 
bitches on me no pretend 
dodge caravan bend
bending the block
imma shoot up the set 
cheap price for that tec 
ain’t no shootin sip the check 
ain’t no shootin sip the check 
bending the block in that grey caravan jet 
dodging bullets fuck the rest 
feel the blade 
my skin it press 
stressing, depressing, alone and distressed 
body leaking all them hollows ingest 
facing death 
now i’m sitting down 
in a room 
thinking bout all of the mess 
life in front me i fucked up forever 
forever i’ll stress 

forever stressing 
bitches on me and they keep on guessing 
yall think that life is a blessing 
a curse in disguise 
when i get to the lesson 
this life ain’t nothing all these hoes is texting.. 
can’t do nothing.. 
phone on silent.. 
as i keep on buzzing
as i keep on drugging
as i keep on fucking.. 
loving that numbing feeling 
no im never sober 
rather die than live 
tryna kick that bucket..
but i’m too pussy to do it 
can’t leave my muddah 
i can’t leave gruddahs 
sparking it with ma shootaz 
angels stay above us 
tryna protect me now where tf we’re you at now i’m 6 feet down 
6 feet down 
gotta call the priest 
i’m a deadbeat now

whip white like some fent 
bitches on me no pretend 
dodge caravan bend
bending the block
imma shoot up the set 
cheap price for that tec 
ain’t no shootin sip the check 
ain’t no shootin sip the check 
bending the block in that grey caravan jet 
dodging bullets fuck the rest 
feel the blade 
my skin it press 
stressing, depressing, alone and distressed 
body leaking all them hollow ingest 
facing death 
now i’m sitting down 
in a room 
thinking bout all of the mess 
life in front me i fucked up forever 
forever i’ll stress

keep on stressin x8

whip white like some fent 
bitches on me no pretend 
dodge caravan bend
bending the block
imma shoot up the set 
cheap price for that tec 
ain’t no shootin sip the check 
ain’t no shootin sip the check 
bending the block in that grey caravan jet 
dodging bullets fuck the rest 
feel the blade 
my skin it press 
stressing, depressing, alone and distressed 
body leaking all them hollows ingest 
facing death 
now i’m sitting down 
in a room 
thinking bout all of the mess 
life in front me i fucked up forever 
forever i’ll stress

CocaineColoredCaravan

Prod. prodlou7

Lyrics: i cannot love on a hoe 
flexing money bitch its part of the show 
white bitch geekin' off the snow 
shaking ass take a tramadol hoe 
sit the fuck down and calm yo shit 
got enough stress so i roll a spliff 
ain’t getting high so i gotta sniff
smoke me a blunt while i count my chips
i’m js tryna make a stack
fucking bitches from the back
ain’t talking shit i’m js stating some facts
might fuck ya hoe if i think that she bad
can’t fuck with a mack
money tall the way it stack
robbing bitches cause they hurt me so bad
fucked up playa i skrt off in that jag
white boy off the dope
scope set for the low
steezin' off the flow
weed it got me slow
now i need some more
feelings off the dome
Percocet for my feelings
money stackin' touch the ceiling
steady robbing my ambitions
long cold nights with the same repition'
same repetition ion gaf bout the life that i'm living
took me a xan with the homies i split it
back on my business
depression my mental yeah that be my sickness
shoot em all down 
can’t leave no witness 
i cannot love on a hoe
flexing money bitch its part of the show
white bitch geekin' off the snow
shaking ass take a tramadol hoe
sit the fuck down and calm yo shit
got enough stress so i roll a spliff
ain’t getting high so i gotta sniff
smoke me a blunt while i count my chips
i cannot love on a hoe
flexing money bitch its part of the show
white bitch geekin' off the snow
shaking ass take a tramadol hoe
sit the fuck down and calm yo shit
got enough stress so i roll a spliff
ain’t getting high so i gotta sniff
smoke me a blunt while i count my chips

Where Da Luv Go?..

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. Kenshiykari

Lyrics: bitch laughing up in my face 
ayy
quarter mil 
i bought a k
the yoppa strapped 
i need that pay
ayy
bitches want love but i caintttt
 nah
searching for pain 
but i found love
think i’m boutta faint
boutta drown up
water 
drippin down like some diamonds
hop up on a island
can’t-keep-faking 
i’m desiring this fate
down at the bottom of the lake
chain with a cynder block 
drown at the stake
taking me 
one last breath for the way
the highway to hell 
5-9 what i take
the root of all evil 
i keep me away from the snakes
hop off the grid 
while i roll off n skate
how you gon pin everything all on me
always taking the blame x2

always taking that blame bitch
-never lane switch-
-moving super slow off a matrix-
-pill that i popped in my basement..-
oh oh what a waste..
product of misery.
down for the play..
 down for the shootouts..
and down for the pain..
mocking your christ…
where was he when i slit on my veins…

Through It All I Still Ain't Shit

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. $ 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. Betwixt

Lyrics: shawty don’t know what she want
roll me up another blunt
stare at the ocean im done
life has only just begun
turned 21 
life on some bullshit
full clip to my head-..
-hope i use it-
look at what i have become 

a fuck up 
a rejeck
a loser..
so stuck up
i mean it
a user..

these drugs keep me 
breathing
i’m losing 
my focus im hoping to 
see my fate sooner

my mind start to race
losing my trace
you can’t seem to find me 
all out of place 
spirit flying
and these gouls that i kick it with 
got me leaning to the side bitch  im going insane

i 
refrain..
from being in touch with humanity
gun to the brain
all this pain..
that i ache..
get up in the morning
 stress as i wake and i bake 
for heavensake
keep my name 
out ya mouth
the shit i’m spitting 
from the deep dirty south..
nothing but them droughts 
 empty your mind
in the middle of hell
 tryna get through the crowd
like what the fuck
pop up out the caddy 
upping the mac
 on a bitch
told a ho 
please run it up
oh now you stuck
fuck what it look like
get to sticking what you got in the trunk
body bags
 fulla cash
kick through the door like a flood

Indecisive

Prod. Prodbyrayto
Shoutout @SLUMSTAR

Lyrics: 
IzzyLoks: 
Rolling off a bean got me tweaking in my sleep
I can't even breathe the way i'm smoking on these streets
Hate it when you leave always trippin' all on me
(always trippin all on me)
Always trippin all on me
Tryna hurt me more?
Bitch I need a hunnid' G's
Smoking on this dope
Got me looking japanese
Got the lil hoe and she all up on her knees
(always all up on her knees)
And she all up on her knees
Running with my team
They was there when they saw the dream
Now we all sippin' codeine imma fall asleep
Floating, fucking on a bitch 
Got me zonin'
Hear it thru the phone she keep moaning
The way she move in bed got me folding
I be hoping she don't ever backdoor me
Therefore, Keep that .45 on me
Can't trust another bitch fuck a wifey
(fuck a wifey, yeah)

Hxgzondrxgz:
Bad bitch
Think she bad but she average 
I might need another pill til i'm blasted
Last hit 
Fore’ i pass and i ash it
All of these dumb lil hoes
Make me mad shit
Bad shit doing all this bad shit
Cant quit
I'll get high when i pass bitch
Living my whole life like a lie i cant act bitch
Losing all my faith in this time so i slash shit
Bad hoes, good dro',
No acid, roll dope, smoke mo,
No lacking, keep a .40 on me,
Pistol packing, 21 shots to ya face going manic
Time to panic
You sinking like the tanic’
Shit is tragic
Stacking for a patek
Slumstar repping on my chick
Make her ass flip
Counting while i'm shooting off the rip
Load the last clip
(load the last clip)


Is It You Or The Drugs? Ft. IzzyLoks

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

Lyrics: 

2 to the grave
4 to the brain 
6 for the gang 
8 for the pain

pour up a pint 
while she giving brain
baby texting tell her im okay
OD in the lobby off the K
semi-auto with a clip to spray

fuck you gon do?..
bitch im itching off a blue
tech holding 32
chill with the crew
yeah im feelin chopped n screwed
baby im off in my mood
you cant tell what ill do
clip hanging on me too
load that bitch up 
shooting randomly you thru
yoppa hol a hunnid 
no i wont front it
this drum i carry
got me shooting like hoops

shooting some lames
clip jammin when i aim
cant be the only to blame
you was fucking with me 
drove me insane
now im fucking up 
thats everyday
prayed up 
iraqi my ways
praise the devil while i 
make me a stain
cant get rid of you
im feeling derranged
now im needing you 
im crashin that rafe

crashing that rafe
crashing that rari
offa that 8th
and she offa that molly
pop me soma 
its on like a party
two tone glocks
3 hoes and a army

right in the back
all black’d out shawty 
mask on my face 
taliban like im saudi

2 to the grave
4 to the brain 
6 for the gang 
8 for the pain

pour up a pint 
while she giving brain
baby texting tell her im okay
OD in the lobby off the K
semi-auto with a clip to spray

2ToDaBrain

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

Lyrics:

i cant seem to get it 
i cant seem to fucking stop it
im smoking hydroponics 
with a ho offa narcotics
gimme one good reason for me not to cock it back
and pop it
end it all
bitch im js chilling up in my coffin
adderall
tramadol
oxycodone til i fall
i keep nodding to the side 
its js them xannies im my cup
snort them up
pour them up 
anything to fuck it up
fuck my life and fuck this living 
bitch ill smoke a hunnid blunts

got me living in a lie
this reminiscing js torture
i twerk the yop around the corner
turn your life to some horror
them bullets spray
leave ya body stained
mental too deranged get rearranged 
drag you to the river 
fuck a 6 foot grave
you js a lame

dont deserve a tomb 
the dirt is where you’ll lay
pass the tray
needa ash the ho
im speaking to my demons through the day
say im never lasting 
burning in the flames
too flamboyant for these bitches
so i roll me up some K 
feelin great 

i cant seem to get it 
i cant seem to fucking stop it
im smoking hydroponics 
with a ho offa narcotics
gimme one good reason for me not to cock it back
and pop it
end it all
bitch im js chilling up in my coffin
adderall
tramadol
oxycodone til i fall
i keep nodding to the side 
its js them xannies im my cup
snort them up
pour them up 
anything to fuck it up
fuck my life and fuck this living 
bitch ill smoke a hunnid blunts

GetItRightOrGetOverIt

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


Lyrics: 

wait dont come around
bitch im coming from the underground 
stacking money now they hating how
i could give a fuck dont tempt me now
shawty she shaking ass for the free
test me 
my limit holding 33
match my energy 
you all bound to see
what im really bout 
im blasting this heat
dayum

all these bodies dropping
all these bitches stalking
all these hoes they talking
allem fuckboys copying

all these drugs im popping
allem days im sobbing
thuggin in da lobby
bitch we off da molly

i cant give it up 
i need me a fix 
fucking on this bitch
hasnt been the same 
life is fucking crazy 
please pass the switch
i keep hurting daily

thug tears i keep shedding
heading the wrong direction 
im regretting 
decisions im making 
fucked up off perfection
im getting higher 
by the day 
passing heaven
im gone

life too strong 
fucking on shawty 
its feeling too good
but its wrong 
come fw me 
make a sad ass song
cant tag along
cant fw you lames
geeking too hard
takin hits right out the grav
flexin in staff
goth money on my back 
slumstar banging bitches
motorola banging 
right outta the trap

wait dont come around
bitch im coming from the underground 
stacking money now they hating how
i could give a fuck dont tempt me now
shawty she shaking ass for the free
test me 
my limit holding 33
match my energy 
you all bound to see
what im really bout 
im blasting this heat
dayum

all these bodies dropping
all these bitches stalking
all these hoes they talking
allem fuckboys copying

all these drugs im popping
allem days im sobbing
thuggin in da lobby
bitch we off da molly

ComeAgain?

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

Lyrics:

im too geek’d up outta my mind
while im tryna smoke a blunt
 got this tec on my side
Im tryna stunt 
im tryna flex 
im tryna spend all my time
like some money 
on some bitches 
imma spend every dime
ion know
ion even know 
demons reapin low
reap n sow
swallow hollowtips
they enter thru ya throat
now you float
no you js a ghost
body on the coast
i threw it off
fuck these peasants 
hating on me while i cough
shiiiii

i smoke exotic
chronic by the pound 
you know i got it
chillin coolin coasting 
kicked back like arctic
with a gothic chick
we always take narcotics
thats the topic
never ever getting sober thats my logic 
thats my logic
shit

im gon split
soma shaking 
bitch i need a fix
that dope dependacy 
im doped up on a bitch..
i cant quit
why im thinking of you 
dirty up my lungs 
im tryna live
hard to breathe up in this world 
im off the grid

wake up
bitches on me man i shake up
take up 48 blunts
-cant come down imma stay up-
1:30 and i aint done
4 pints of that redrum
dropping tabs on her damn tongue
wanna fuck me but i cant cum

cant cum
dope dick
cant stand up
all these drugs got me mad stuck
at the bottom
got me trapped up
heart cold
imma bastard
phone ring cant answer
smoke my lungs on some cancer
shawty love me she a dancer

they hating x2
while i cough
they hating x2
im chillin with my dawgs
they hating x2
im posted with tha chop
they hating x2
im shooting up the block

Geek'd4Lyfe

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


Lyrics: 

shawty gon bust it down for the team x8
shawty gon aye x2

shawty gon bust it down
this yoppa twerkin 
hold a hunnid rounds
feel the ground shaking
hearing sounds
paranoia got me creepin out
 
scripts n a noose im hanging now
plotting with the gang 
we aching now
need that getty 
js to get around 
roll that pressure up 
im blowing pounds

pour pints of that hi tech
walk round get 
blade checked
shaking bad you break a sweat
im cool asf
i lay in bed 
im witcha bitch 
im brain dead
she gimme brain thats A10
clip load n that K jam
if you bank with chase 
might get you scammed

hop out the foreign 
hop out the foreign 
hop out the lambo 
know that this money be stolen
cash it be floating
bitches be boasting 
hop out the track and i blow it
blow this bitch up 
know i can hold it 
taking lives 
and im making em golden
done with existence my feelings be broken

shawty gon bust it down for the team x8
shawty gon aye x2

BussItDownFaMe

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?

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

Lyrics: 

why yo memory haunting
taunting on what you saying
but im js living 
i js keep sparking
smoking up my emotions
i might js 
double dose in a coffin
lost and forgotten
how i keep feelin
how i keep walking
heart never healing
always fucking rotten
(always fucking rotten)

mind always be dwellin
thinking bout 
how everything 
is never really what it seems 
like im in a dream 
but im fucking yelling
you cant hear a thing
but i keep rebelling
i rather be stuck in this story forever
i flip the scripture then i rewrite it better
with all my wants
everything that i please in a letter

that fucking letter..
thats that letter i wrote last month
i keep that shit tucked
locked in the corner 
my closet 
aint nobody giving a fuck
shit
i rather be sleek wit it
hop up out the cut
 like a creep wit it
4-5 clutched 
when i reap wit it
bend on yo block 
i might sweep wit it
ahh

why yo memory haunting
taunting on what you saying
but im js living 
i js keep sparking
smoking up my emotions
i might js 
double dose in a coffin
lost and forgotten
how i keep feelin
how i keep walking
heart never healing
always fucking rotten
(always fucking rotten)

WhyYaMemoryHauntin?

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

Lyrics: they hate to see me winning on the low
freak lil bitch got here touching her toes
ten bad hoes yeah you know how that goes
bad lil smut but she make me feel cold

got her on hold
tell her hold on
cant seem to get it right
baby im gone
lifting me up off this earth 
gotta move on
bitch i cant move on
(bitch i cant move on)
nah 
cant stand
my body wavy off a xan
time for stars aligning 
getting scrammed 
get fucked up 
as i pop me a tab..
motion geekin
gotta relapse
potion drinking
as i reach straps
why you trippin
gotta lean back
reminiscing 
how i need that
oh

baby you got me folding
how you holding up 
my heart is broken
think im chosen up
close up the casket 
n thrown it up
die for my set 
aint no holdin up
smoke to the chest 
got me choking up
cursed never blessed
always soaking blood
out the ghetto 
straight up
out the mud…

straight up out 
the mud
roll up the bud 
with like 3 of my homies 
the rest be the fakest 
so what?
shit aint bother me 
im done
fuck bout anybody
none
of you mfs ever gave a fuck
shit shawty going crazy
smoking hazy 
-out of this gassed out blunt-
“out this gas’d out”

blacked out 
shit baby boutta pass out
shit shawty got her ass out
get to fucking need a grav now
float high touching hands now
with the sky shawty ran down
i cant lie 
boutta act out
like a scenery i blast out
ahh

they hate to see me winning on the low
freak lil bitch got here touching her toes
ten bad hoes yeah you know how that goes
bad lil smut but she make me feel cold

got her on hold
tell her hold on
cant seem to get it right
baby im gone
lifting me up off this earth 
gotta move on
bitch i cant move on
(bitch i cant move on)

WhatsThePointOfWinningIfAllWeDoIsLose?

Prod. Kilobite

Lyrics: 

catch me sippin on that codeine
thought u knew me
 u dont know me
im w my crew 
we smokin og
fucking bad bitches but im lonely 

i cant fuck w no phonys
fucking w the gang bitch
 yk that we aint folding
put it to ya brain bitch 
yk we keep it loaded
keep it loaded

hand is feeling heavy 
from this pistol that im holding
time to show it
aint no hoping
show them what im bout
i kill em all and leave em broken

leave em broke
wave the choppa out
we scratch the numbers cause its stolen
lungs is swollen
overdosing
taking too much time
i up the scope n leave em frozen

leave em frozen
chosen im waiting
im twisted 
fucked up in a motion
codeine oceans
i keep choking
drowning
im faded im fucked up sippin on this potion

how u like me now i kick my feet up
why u acting down if u cant keep up
smoking indonesia feel it creep up
now i panic 
high up off this reefer

i needa go
baby gotta go 
223.s be aimin at ya dome
bloody foam
leaking from ya body
now you js a stone 
casket closed
dose of deuce 
we sip it all up on the low
time to blow
baby hold the rifle 
let em decompose

catch me sippin on that codeine
thought u knew me
 u dont know me
im w my crew 
we smokin og
fucking bad bitches but im lonely 

catch me sippin on that codeine
thought u knew me
 u dont know me
im w my crew 
we smokin og
fucking bad bitches but im lonely

CODEINE FLOWING FT. LETHALPIMP

Lyrics: 

flock together like crows
out the casket throw 4s
wipin shit of 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 so 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 leaning 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 of 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 of 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)

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IG: trap_phone_shawty

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