I keep that burner 
I’m burning yo flesh 
I wanna murder 
I put you to rest 
Tryna observe all the thoughts 
In my heads 
They keep on working off alla they debt 
Bitch I might wreck that cervix 
You know that I work it 
My head always hurting 
You dead and deserved it 
I’m rolling up a quarter in my blunt then I burn it 
You must gotta disorder cause you doing some derp shit 

Stupid stupid 
Looking so clueless 
Broke my heart going hard 
You ain’t gotta thang worth shit bitch prove it 
You can smell the dank 
Yeah it smell like pooping 

Smoke so much yeah it fuck up my lungs 
I can’t keep focus I’m way to fucked up 
Look what I’m rolling I’m rolling a ton 
You always saying bull shit 
Bitch shut

DISORDER(PROD. NM$)

Basco - Goth Girl (DOUGLAS Edit)

VISIONS OF DYSTOPIA PROD. Glexks

Lyrics:

[Grioten]
Yuh, and i hit you with a headshot
Swerve so fast I be looking like a hedgehog
You ain’t ever gonna win because I am the best
I don’t want to fight because I’ll fucking put your ass to rest

I ain’t ever gunna fold
No cap i'm on go
Ima put you in a stretcher if you think I ain’t a goat
Like, woah
I don’t want to be your bro
Got big big goals and you finna make it slow

Fully automatic I just spread 100 shots
You a bot, make another wish and you go running to your mom
You a bitch boy, bitch made, step the fuck up
If you wanna be the best then get the fuck up off the mud

[Day$okee]
i be poppin droppin bodies getting money on my own
i use to ride wit all these niggas but they keep on getting hoed
and i be all about my lonesome droppin bodies on the road
and catch em slipping i ain’t trippin put a bullet in yo dome

i be talkin how im walkin i been gettin kinda colder
keep a glockie in my sock and i be on about my rover
use to do this shi for fun now the money takin over
use to do this shi for fun now the money takin over

if i catch you lackin ima put you in the grave
i be pistol packin droppin bodies in the rain
grippin automatics finna shoot you in the brain
i be all about it finna watch you pass away
if i can’t you lackin ima put you in the grave
i be pistol packin droppin bodies in the rain
grippin automatics finna shoot you in the brain
i be all about it finna watch you pass away

if i catch you lackin ima put you in the grave
i be pistol packin droppin bodies in the rain
grippin automatics finna shoot you in the brain
i be all about it finna watch you pass away
if i can’t you lackin ima put you in the grave
i be pistol packin droppin bodies in the rain
grippin automatics finna shoot you in the brain
i be all about it finna watch you pass away

[Grioten]
Bitch I’m on beast mode, boutta hit that shit so clean
Ima put you in a headlock and while I punch you in the spleen
No gas no brakes, all I do is get paid
If you really tryna fuck with me, I’ll put you in a maze

Skirt skirt skirt I’m the realest in the scene
Bitch I fucking pick you last when I’m choosing my team
Got Bentleys, corvette, Ferrari
Drifting through the road at ease

I ain’t ever gunna fold
No cap i'm on go
Ima put you in a stretcher if you think I ain’t a goat
Like, woah
I don’t want to be your bro
Got big big goals and you finna make it slow

Fully automatic I just spread 100 shots
You a bot, make another wish and you go running to your mom
You a bitch boy, bitch made, step the fuck up
If you wanna be the best then get the fuck up off the mud

I ain’t ever gunna fold
No cap i'm on go
Ima put you in a stretcher if you think I ain’t a goat
Like, woah
I don’t want to be your bro
Got big big goals and you finna make it slow

Fully automatic I just spread 100 shots
You a bot, make another wish and you go running to your mom
You a bitch boy, bitch made, step the fuck up
If you wanna be the best then get the fuck up off the mud

MUDD w/ Day$okee (prod. $werve)

Yuh
Aye
Aye
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in yo door takin all your fucking shit
Like
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in your door takin all yo fucking shit
Like
All these little bitch boys
Fuck out my face I'm running to the bag
I need all my cake
Little shawty on her back I nut on her face
You don't flip no packs you a little mistake
Get up off my back
Get up off my dick
I don't fuck with no rats
You can eat this clip
Get out of my stack
Get out of my pack
Ima load this Mac
It gonna rip a stick
Fuck with the bum that's your biggest mistake
I got some hittas that need a new rank
Talk on my gang he gonna end up the same
Talk all that shit but you ain't about a stain
Cut up your throat you can choke on smoke
I been cooking up fire they on it like dope
Whip all white and it just like the Pope
Stick all black and it gon take your soul
You cannot fuck with the kid bitch you ain't on my level
We cooking them up and we poppin like kettle
I'm cuttin yo head you get left with a bezel
I'm taking your money your mouth to the metal
Like
Hangin out the window shotgun in my palms I'm high as fuck
Cruisin smokin indo lookin for another stain get left with blood

Yuh
Aye
Aye
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in yo door takin all your fucking shit
Like
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in your door takin all yo fucking shit
Like
All these little bitch boys
Fuck out my face I'm running to the bag
I need all my cake
Little shawty on her back I nut on her face
You don't flip no packs you a little mistake
Get up off my back
Get up off my dick
I don't fuck with no rats
You can eat this clip
Get out of my stack
Get out of my pack
Ima load this Mac
It gonna rip a stick
Fuck with the bum that's your biggest mistake
I got some hittas that need a new rank
Talk on my gang he gonna end up the same
Talk all that shit but you ain't about a stain
Cut up your throat you can choke on smoke
I been cooking up fire they on it like dope
Whip all white and it just like the Pope
Stick all black and it gon take your soul
You cannot fuck with the kid bitch you ain't on my level
We cooking them up and we poppin like kettle
I'm cuttin yo head you get left with a bezel
I'm taking your money your mouth to the metal
Like
Hangin out the window shotgun in my palms I'm high as fuck
Cruisin smokin indo lookin for another stain get left with blood

SHUT UP! w/ FINDMYNAME

Lyrics:

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

In this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

I'm in this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

Ain’t no beef with me this ain’t a steakhouse
If you really got a problem we could fade out
Get a little clout and then you phase out
Finally realize that you all played out

Quarter mil up on the table got an Earache
Fuck they gonna do for me at this rate?
If I don't sign I won’t be nothin’ but that’s fear based
Bigger numbers than your roster in the present day

Got a bad lil bitch and she ten toes
No bra, no panties, that’s the dress code
I’m Eric Draven out the grave, know the dead rose
Shinigami in my dreams writin’ death notes

Right back, right back, right back
Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write back, write back, write back
Hit me the for feature I don’t write back

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

I'm in this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

Talkin’ shit to me I give it right back
Write me for the feature I don’t write back
Rippin’ like a jackal bitch I bite back
Dumpin’ out the mag until the slide back

I'm in this bitch like a fetus, no plan B
Born to be the best that I can be
I’m on a head hunt like Comanche
Decapitate a rapper vigilante

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Sinizter & FORGOTTENAGE - RIGHT BACK!

30 Hollow! (prod. eryxse)

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https://open.spotify.com/artist/02BMPJbCTip0cSHomYl07g?si=vZwABqxhSpmAMqdkn072ig&nd=1
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https://www.instagram.com/_xatashi/

DO NOT RESURRECT:
https://open.spotify.com/artist/0QRp7CyL31iErUn6cX0YU3
https://soundcloud.com/donotresurrect
https://twitter.com/donotrxsurrect
https://www.instagram.com/donotresurrect/

Lyrics:
[Verse 1: XATASHI]
Walked in the club like bitch, what's up?
Yeah, she suckin' on my dick
Yeah, she gobble on my nuts
Spend 3 racks on a bitch, like what?
Slid up to the party, with a body in the trunk
And I heard he want smoke, he get shot down
Choppa erotic, it rip through his guts now
He wanted smoke, we pull up, give him cancer
Wanted to talk, turn that boy to a dancer, uh
Glock tucked down on my motherfuckin' hip
Talk shit, get shot in your motherfuckin' lip
Spent three racks on a motherfuckin' bitch
And she bust it down low, on my motherfuckin' dick
He talkin' shit, he get gutted like a fish
And I fuck on that bitch, she gon' suck on my dick
And I came with a strap, that's attached with a dick
Pulled up 10 deep in a motherfuckin' whip
Bad bitch hit on my line, I might hit that
Cock back, shoot that bullets gone hit that
Boy talkin' shit, he get shot in his face
This choppa reloaded, I'm strapped with a K
His bitch give me brain
Nah, she give me dome in the back of the wraith
Now we be dancin' on top of his grave
I'ma be asking that boy how the motherfuckin' dirt taste

[Verse 2: do not resurrect]
Okay, swing the blade, I hit his back, get to crackin'
Bring the rage, I'm not so passive 'bout action
Beam his face and then I pass him a napkin
Your greed is tasteless and you lackin' a sack, bitch
Hit the top, okay, you mad or what?
I don’t want ya bitch and I don’t want ya number
I won’t join ya clique and I won’t come to functions
But keep dummy clips, my thumper stomach rumbling
Livid and dead
I'm poppin' lead
Put you to bed
The sinister Res
I got a plan
Aim for the head
I live for the red
I’m boutta shred
Fill 'em with dread
Your people are bled
I cock it back
Empty the clip
You silly simple stupid fuckers, never cannot do it like how my glocky do it
I pillage loot and cause a ruckus, ain't nobody movin' how the god is movin'

[Hook: XATASHI]
Walked in the club, like bitch, what's up?
Yeah, she suckin' on my dick
Yeah, she gobble on my nuts
Spend 3 racks on a bitch, like what?
Slid up to the party with a body in the trunk
And I heard he want smoke, he get shot down
Choppa erotic, it rip through his guts now
He wanted smoke, we pull up, give him cancer
Wanted to talk, turn that boy to a dancer, uh
Walked in the club, like bitch, what's up?
Yeah she suckin on my dick
Yeah she gobble on my nuts
Spend 3 racks on a bitch like what
Slid up to the party with a body in the trunk
And i heard he want smoke, he get shot down
Choppa erotic, it rip through his guts now
He wanted smoke, we pull up, give him cancer
Wanted to talk, turn that boy to a dancer, uh

Walked in the club like bitch, what's up?
Yeah, she suckin' on my dick
Yeah, she gobble on my nuts
Walked in the club, like bitch, what's up?
Spent a rack on a bitch
Now that bitch tryna fuck
Walked in the club like bitch, what's up?
Yeah, she suckin' on my dick
Yeah, she gobble on my nuts
Walked in the club, like bitch, what's up?
Spent a rack on a bitch
Now that bitch tryna fuck

Animosity

XATASHI X DO NOT RESURRECT - Animosity (Prod. Tokyo!) *OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS*

Workin! prod mupp

https://open.spotify.com/track/2dsbkdOFOPEd04udxFKleS?si=64cd03cf1b3446a6

@sadfriendd
@iamYURY
@user-675054830 (5admin)

Lyrics:

Hit it I swerve
F*** what you heard
Talkin that s*** 
They got some nerve
Been off the gas
I dont conserve
I’m in the game
They just observe
Hit it I swerve

Can’t stop grinding everyday
To make sure that I’m not a have not
They just on the mother f***** sideline like a mascot
I’m just out here vibing
Keep it moving while they can’t talk
To the limit yeah I does it
This s*** like a mother f***** marathon I run it
Had to do this really from the ground up
Yeah I done it
This right here the mother f***** peak
We hit the summit

Hit it I swerve
F*** what you heard
Talkin that s*** 
They got some nerve
Been off the gas
I dont conserve
I’m in the game
They just observe
Hit it I swerve

Wait, put in that work
Mother f***** talking b**** I kill em with the perc
Dumpin at your heart
I’m bout to put em on a shirt
Top dog status
I’ma sell it like some merch
Wait b****, I’m a falcon and I’m coming off the perch
I had to k*** it cuz I couldn’t fight the urge
Whoop to the head
While the chopper’s on the curve
Came in with the fire m********** feel the burn
I got glasses on my face
Askin what do I observe
Now im doin better
I just made a couple fk***** racks off Vendetta
Pain k****** on me in my system I feel better
Blood up on my face and my mother f***** sweater
Avatar with the f***** Glock mark your head up
Can’t take the heat they do not like the weather
So in the street with the Glocks and berettas
Had to take em off cuz the opps never better

Basco - Goth Girl (DOUGLAS Edit)

DOUGLAS

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