every (released) song of mine in chronological order !!

ALL vytrva songs

lyrics:
yuh yuh yuh 
i got fendi on my collar and balenci on my tee
if a nigga want a problem we gon leave him at the scene 
up this glock n then i off em i ain’t come to keep the peace  
we’ll hunt u like a marksmen yeah i really keep a piece
don’t be talking up on twitter, you’ll end up on a tee 
pouring too much in my cup man i be pissin out codeine
when i step up on the mic they know i come like im henry 
way im lapping all you niggas you would think it’s a grand prix  
LIKE DAMNNNNNN
see the look upon ur face lil nigga cheese
LIKE DAMNNNNN
yeah my niggas coming masked up like its scream 

keep the vacancy if u don’t want no trouble 
yeah i made a bag like last week but u know i had to double 
put these beams upon ya face, u got a stubble 
i back my blade and watch that lil nigga stumble 

got a K, that’ll push ya wig back, call it facelift
you taking Ls but on my dick, nigga save it
stacking Ms to the bank while i’m waving 
and i’m with my N words like a white kid that’s racist 

yuh yuh, like a white kid that’s racist 
i take this blunt, i light it up then i face it
the nigga thought i was a saxon cuz i maced him 
still in school, tryna get my grades up so i m-m-make it

like damnnnn (prod. oxyhiii)

way i’m spinning round ya block got me nauseous 
up the glock and i hit u in ya top, do it thoughtless 
nigga stop, tryna be something u not, i’m too flawless
got ya nigga tryna figure what the sauce is 

bitch u know i’m vytrvalost, im too awesome 
if u ain’t dead, we spin back, best play possum stepping on these niggas necks im not solemn 
catch a check, out here really tryna flex, fuck ya column 
fuck up next i fuck the game with no condom 
really curry with the step back and sauce em 
hit the head, we never aim for the bottom 
now ya dead, all that talking on the net made ya coffin nigga

fukyacolumn (prod. boxxy404)

all plats friday 15/3 

lyrics: 

Bitch wan’ pay for dick, I got 5 on it 
And I got my blade, please don’t die on this 
If she feel a way, tell her “Ride on it”
All these slits on my wrist, they tried psych warding 

Bitch wan’ pay for dick, I got 5 on it 
And I got my blade, please don’t die on this 
If she feel a way, tell her “Ride on it”
All these slits on my wrist, they tried psych warding 

And you ain’t on the shit that you like talking 
If we run up with Ks, will u die squawking?
Niggas feeling my pain now, i’m tired of this 
Heard you shooting them thangs, well come slide on it 

Steel on my hip
Not the gun, you’ll get slit  
Taekwando with the kick, bitch, you’ll fly off it

Im still sad as a bitch 
Need some racks for the switch 
She said “vytrva ur mind is too fried for me” 

She said “vytrva ur mind is too fried for me”
When we come round, don’t stand on ur pride hombre
We seep into ya block like the tide homie 
And I got my blade, you can die for it

Bitch wan’ pay for dick, I got 5 on it 
And I got my blade, please don’t die on this 
If she feel a way, tell her “Ride on it”
All these slits on my wrist, they tried psych warding 

Bitch wan’ pay for dick, I got 5 on it 
And I got my blade, please don’t die on this 
If she feel a way, tell her “Ride on it”
All these slits on my wrist, they tried psych warding

slideonit (prod. ???)

lyrics: ⬇️

these niggas in here to mute me, know i ain’t doing it  
and i can get it cracking so don’t bite more than ur chewing bitch 
these fanboys never liking shit but on my page, bare viewing pics 
and niggas think i’m making tea, the way that i’ve been brewing shi 

i really got it to a T tho  
this is not PSP with the games but i got cheat codes 
matter fact im bored as hell im boutta go from A-Z
the lamest B(e) these niggas that shoot aimlessly man fuck it 

and it don’t take no fucking brains to C (see)
if i aim the heat, these niggas sprint like D. bailey 
now check it 
my niggas run up with that c’est la vie 
yo these niggas have gone bananas, give em vitamin E
we screaming F em cuz we stay with Gs
and know them hunnids really be the only H I need 
my nigga 
i light my J but keep my K, don’t bleed 
and all these niggas taking Ls just gives me dopamine 
tryn get the M while i maintain my peace  
N i told bro about the vision, O my days it’s peak
likeeee
and it comes heavy, we don’t play with Ps 
now pause that shit, don’t Q it bitch i meant my GBP

aye aye 
R you riding or u a squealer? 
my niggas come with that S bitch that silencer get u peel up
i got it down to a T like i said bitch now fucking seal em
U niggas ain’t bout a check, see that V-lone on cuz im realer 

nothing but Ws bitch like website 
X marks the spot when i hit u like deer in headlights 
i’ll send u up like a Y-axis, don’t make a headline 
we put em down like a ZZZ bitch it’s his bedtime

A-Z (prod. JXTRHO)

i rise this up, he get gunned down 
i got my blade from the AM to sundown
stupid lil bih wanna run mouth 
fuck up her boyfriend i call that shit rundown
jump thru this bih, call it touchdown 
can’t take no molly, shit fuck up my comedown  
lil nigga fake? gtfo
i up this G and his whole body shutdown

i got what u need hit my trap phone
run in his spot, where his racks go? 
that nigga a snake, ain’t no backbone
i take all ya racks im an asshole 
if i up this beam then u can go 
i ain’t come to do no lil tango
i love my girl, she mi amor 
we keepin shi crisp like a nacho

shells hit u like a taco, nigga go back home, fore u get strap domed 
and nigga don’t come down this backroad, 
niggas don’t cap bro, u will get narrowed
ain’t with that satan shit, don’t fuck with demons, if i need reasons, god keep me sweetened
i still leave fuck niggas bleeding, leave that boy pleading, fuck if i’m tweakin 


up in that bih, goin spastic, retard 
finger don’t twitch when i blast it
strong like im mr fantastic, reed yah 
shit on ya neck just be plastic 
fuck nigga don’t want no static, be calm
stab him, now he moving frantic 
baby know i’m a romantic, sweetheart  
readjust him, chiropractic 

run up, then fuck all ya tactics 
run in the bank tryna cash in 
pump make him flip like gymnastic 
now that boy stretched like elastic 
make that blade vanish like magic 
right in his chest, shi get graphic 
i pull up and tear thru ur fabric 
i’m up and i know he can’t stand it bitch 

AR gon come with that standard kick
and we don’t fuck with no slander shit
stay out my chat with that actor shit
read the bible, hear your pastor spit
fore we come round, leave ya matta split 
and im black and white like panda bitch
own you niggas, call me massa bitch 
slide down ya chimney like santa 

if u hit my phone i won’t answer
i’m out here tryna get my racks up 
run up on him, put ya hands up 
we gon hold that bitch for ransom
and ur bitch calling me handsome
but i love my girl so bitch back up  
he diss vytrva, he get smack up 
we took his phone, he got a samsung?

GTFO (prod. DBXATS x FERHM)

I MADE THIS SHIT AT 9AM NIGGA IM GEEKED AS FUCK

🤫🤫QUIET WHEN I RUN UP PROD VYTRVA

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