Slide out the whip and I’m beating my chest

fuck off disrespectfully

Sadzilla - Cell Games (feat. Santos Santana, Prompto, B-Train, Blake Basic & Drugsta)

B - Train - Sailor Moon (feat. Voxout)

Press Kampe - Brown Recluse (prod. Dwilly)

CARHARTT (IG: @zoomthrax)

IGNORANT

TOGAWALK

Rapping by me and axaero
beat by gosha and frozy

SPOTIFY LINK

iPHONE 6 ft. axaero 🏎️💨 (prod. gosha x frozy) *ON ALL PLATFORMS*

FULMETALPARKA$ X DADDYRUFFSKIN - Lil Nightmares

DOWNFVLL & SUGS' HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

SMOKED ft. Daegho prod. DTM

Prod. tuMaggz

Lyrics:

Bitch I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating bitches sweetly but to niggas I’m a jerk 
Maggz the type of nigga that might pull up at your work 
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked 
Snacking on your bitch that pussy tasting like desert 
Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt 
Got that long wood bitches call me Vic Firth 
I ain’t spending racks on shit you can search my net worth

Smoking on this tree gon hit your face just like an airbag
Kush so strong got me feeling like I’m jet lagged
Made this shit for free don’t give a fuck about a price tag 
I’m in Hong Kong with the strap up in my duffel bag
I just booked a flight to Metairie to see my family 
But I’ll return like Gandalf 
Black Wizard up out the 503
Up all night reciting verses g 
With perfect symmetry 
Run circles on the beat 
This shit so fire you had to hit repeat 

I’m whipping hearses 
Pimping nurses 
Snatching purses 
Cursin fuck
Crushing verses 
They dispersing 
Kick drum hitting like a truck 
HHM we’re satan’s children we were sent to fuck shit up 
Once we lock you in our sights say your prayers you’re out of luck 

Bitch I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating bitches sweetly but to niggas I’m a jerk 
Maggz the type of nigga that might pull up at your work 
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked 
Snacking on your bitch that pussy tasting like desert 
Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt 
Got that long wood bitches call me Vic Firth 
I ain’t spending racks on shit you can search my net worth

GUT$ (feat. Witchouse 40k)

prod by gmp, zak ali & 4ria


SPOTIFY LINK BELOW


https://open.spotify.com/track/2yLZAeViNb16Q6tQ2SYL58

lyrics: 

look at these problems, you started yourself 
while i sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt 
& propel you to melt 
so please pardon my yells 
cause my therapist says i’m too hard on myself 
& i harp on the shit that you did so unwell 
it exist in conditions, i’m starving to tell 
instead i stay timid, get lost in my shell 
and i run a new scrimmage like johnny manziel 
bitch i quit drinking, i’m sinking in vomit i belch 
and beginning to think i could opt for some help 
all of my thoughts they just linger like prisoners sit in a clink 
wish i could just be more limber 
or be less distinct 
instead i yell timber 
depressions in sync with my temper 
that shit all grows heavy 
i vent to my shrink till it’s slender as feathers 
meticulous new repetitions 
i let it relinquish what i can’t remember, so tender 
but what difference does it make 
with the distance that i take 
i’d rather never win than try to blend in with you fakes 
i spit the precious gems that descend to bottoms of lakes 
you wretched fucks are asbestos, i can’t try to behave 
i don’t want to spend any more time tryna debate 
i’m still tryna climb the ladder up to meet my fate 
as the time shatters 
rewind, won’t align all your lies with my laughter 
i brine in sublime & latch onto my habits 
i find when i’m manic 
& till i go peak, all my passion is bleak 
until you all reach my new absence 
let that all read as my way of now getting complete 
and redeeming the panic 
this shit is no feat 
it’s a means of me slamming 
you hoes into granite 
you hoes all go show off your glow into cameras 
instagram models, be damned if i cannot fuck 
all of those filters can’t help what the damage does 
cause you’re a 6 just like digits from canada 
business as usual, city is cancerous 
writtens i drew the truth, so much less glamorous 
can’t handle gambles, i travel from 
lands where i drag my love forward 
with bags of drugs 
packing up 
i’ve got a lack of trust 
from all the knives in my back 
i’m not backing up 
cause all these wounds make my breathing hard 
like your damn asthma does 
you’ve got a bag of tricks 
well i’ve got active love 
holding raps captive 
connect them all like it’s a pack of plugs 
sold off the raps i sung 
you’re all so old, but you’re acting young 
tricks are for kids 
and i told em, i had enough 



look at these problems, you started yourself 
while i sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt 
& propel you to melt 
so please pardon my yells 
cause my therapist says i’m too hard on myself 
& i harp on the shit that you did so unwell 
it exist in conditions, i’m starving to tell 
instead i stay timid, get lost in my shell 
and i run a new scrimmage like johnny manziel 



look at you 
look at you 
you little judgmental cunt 
now bitch look at you

judgmental c*nt

Lyrics:
Don’t tell nobody Or else you gon catch this drop kick
Wait grabbing Shotty ain’t no hobbie 
Need to stop it
Yeah smokin green what you mean
I’ need to blow steam
Wait you a fiend you won’t amount to a damn thing

So what
Hittin the whip in a donut
Yeah I’ve been spittin just focus 
lyrics are written unnoticed 
I’ve noticed a novice anonymous the hypothesis is optimistic yeah or it’s simplistic sadistic 
So I suggest you should suck this dick 

Say what the fuck you wanna say
Just get it out of my way
I don’t got no time for games 
I won’t try
Coming through no I’m not phased
I just learn to love my ways
And I swear that to the grave you know I

Swerve on my nerves keep it cursed
Since my birth I’ve been burned 
I’ve been turned I’m concerned you know that I Keep it 
short 
Don’t extort don’t export 
Sit and join flip a coin
Live the life I’ve been thinking that it’s time
Wait in line I’ll cut through
I ain’t waiting for nobody
Feel the vibe feelin fine
Ain’t no time for feeling sorry
So divine let it shine
You could turn into somebody 
I’m a son of a god 
I ain’t rapping for a hobby

Don’t tell nobody Or else you gon catch this drop kick
Wait grabbing Shotty ain’t no hobbie 
Need to stop it
Yeah smokin green what you mean
I’ need to blow steam
Wait you a fiend you won’t amount to a damn thing

Dropkick (Prod. PLOTHO)

HEATCHECK

Lyrics:

Ride or we die 
Ride or we die
It’s an eye for eye 
Pussyboy you know the vibes
Ride or we die
Ride or we die
It’s an eye for eye 
Pussyboy you know the vibes

If you want smoke let me know cos I’m pulling up with the block
Two in front seat, four in the back seat, strapped and we ready to fight
Boy gon feel this fire
Choppa spit like lava
Evil like a villain driftin round ya fuckin corner
Original to my death bitch yeah I put that my soul
Anomalistic you cannot copy my muhfucking flow
Born a lone wolf, came into the world solo
Everything I fucking got 
Bitch I got it by my own
GYUH
Its okay, I’m feeling good, I’m feeling great 
In the zone, it’s a new wave, I set the pace 
By the way
I dont need nobody but me
I call the shots so pussyboy stay in your lane
How much dough
Can young DAEGHO make 
If I go and break the bank 
Boy!
Probably like enough pesos
To cop a bezel you can’t afford
Boy!
Look at this wrist watch
Uh uh
Bitch that swiss watch 
Uh uh
You could never wear that
You could never touch that
You could never get that 
Uh uh
I feel no pain at all 
Subliminal criminal
My ice is so cold that it should be illegal
Stop tryna fuck with my flow 
You’ll never be young DAEGHO
You fucking with my Irmāos 
We’ll take your soul

Ride or we die 
Ride or we die
It’s an eye for eye 
Pussyboy you know the vibes
Ride or we die
Ride or we die
It’s an eye for eye 
Pussyboy you know the vibes

Its okay, I’m feeling good I’m feeling great 
In the zone, it’s a new wave, I set the pace 
By the way
I dont need nobody but me
I call the shots so pussyboy stay in yo lane

Press Kampe - Brown Recluse (prod. Dwilly)

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