it aint that p inside of me, its that mother fucking dope, slanggin crack out on the track, I see them folks, im sportin my locs..

checkin out my momma phone polish on on my back chrome got me kinda spooked cus my shyt might be tapped

Strap Like An Army Tank (ft. Lil Wako & Skimask Troopaz)

A collection of some real undaground junts I've put together from throughout this past year, I hope you all enjoy. Big Shoutout to the boy Notports for hooking it up with the cover art and to all the Talented Producers Below for lending their sounds and time to this project. Big New things coming 2023...

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Lyrics:
king size tucked cock the hammer let it bust getting buck in the cut to these hoes I show no love 
sippin dutch riding slowly as im puffing on a blunt bitch whats up imma smoke my Stogie anywhere i want 
Cuz im ballsy
hit the panic room fuck the lobby
here to bring the boom meet yo doom gripping shotty six shots six pops six holes in ya body fuck the cops fuck them laws imma kill everybody
Hoe!
...
What the fuck you mean?
I'm 
twisted civic whippin lifted ripping up the scene 
hit the bong coughing wicked till i feel that I'm at ease ticking bomb flicking chicken sippin chillin in da trees yuh
backwood in my left hand lighter in my right smoking good in the west man higher than a kite
shaved Ice in my chest and it's got me feeling nice sayin less than the rest cuz im focused on the prize hoe
now my motorola ringing bitches singing my shit mota flippin Evil villian with a grin on my lips
that flow killin dope dealing stoned son of a bitch 
I spit a verse now you cursed like the season of witch
Michael Myers 
pull you by yo hair into fire
smoking in my lair corpses hang from barbed wire If i stare be prepared cuz it's bout to get wild young and rare well aware
imma make it worth while hoe!

3. CIVIC WHIPPIN (PROD.RXDXYXZ)

LYRICS:

Wats beef 
Beef is wen a Nigga like you can’t sleep
You close yah fuccin eyez 
And I’m all up in yah dreamz

You should’ve never fuct wit the overlord supreme
But now I gotta kill you off and put cha face up on a tee

Let’s not go there motherfucker cuz you do not want that pain 
I should’ve slit yah fuccin throat for tryna speak my name in vain

But figured that I’d spare you 
Cuz you nothin butta lame 

Based yahself upon the realest
Tryna front for fuccin fame.

You Never did dirt 
Never put in work 
If I took you to my hood and dropped you off 
You would get murked

Ol poser lame 
always Talkin loud 
Well tell me why I’m always thuggin
While you scared to get down
Homey youz a clown

Catch a one on one 
Fuck all of that jumpin shit 
Ima still swing if it’s only me 
I never been a bitch 

Deck you in the mouth 
Everytime you put me out 
Speakin on my business 
Spreadin rumors 
Pussy watch yah mouth

Hood hoppin Switchin sidez 
Wen it’s always time to ride
SUCKA nigga eat a fuccin dick 
And choke until you die

Keep my family name 
Up Outcha fuccin yap 
Alwayz Tryna bang and rap 

Hop Tha fucc up off my sack 
Before my real ones peel yah cap

SnakePeeler (Prod. Rocco Roy)

MC HOLOCAUST - Hurt The World - 07 Homie dont play that (Prod. DJ Tape 2000)

FUCKEDUP REVAMP PROD CLONAZEMANE 🐍

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CastleSchemez (Prod. BAKER)

Vol. 9 Negative Thoughts

DJ SOUND - Fuck da Law Mix

Blackhouse Underground Mix

Correlatin' Mobstas

pimps and playas

Produced, mixed, mastered and cover by @SVNTXMVLX **LYRICS BELOW**

Where I'm from we start trappin at a young age
At 16 we get dope and let the gun blaze
Your homies gettin bummy talkin bout gun play
My dawgs get excited when we find out where yo aunt stay
Ever made a K in 3 minutes? Homie I been there
Act tough and became a victim? Homie you been there
Rappers on the gram, they post selfies on some bitch shit
Ima sell a gram to yo grams I'm wit the business
But u know nothing about that, we know that
Yo bitch in the back of the Cadillac, she hoeing that
Bitch gone set her man up, just to get her paper right
But u dont know that cuz u just never lived the life
I know hitters too, u see them in t.v
U rappers make me sick, gun plays the remedy
break ya moms heart after she blow me in the backstreet
Like John Kennedy, brains all over the back seat
Now who u think u testing
Bitch who u think fucking wit
U better count ya blessings
When I approach ya, lil soldier 
better hold composure
Or say exactly what u said to my face or I'll toast ya
That's real beef
Coming up from pushing weight hustling in the streets
To cooking it and bagging em up with no sleep
My brothers will split the pie if u earned ur own piece
Quick to get me started like a dog on no leash
Bitches run their mouth then turn to star sprinters
Rest in peace Nelly, its been like seven winters
My heart done froze, I'm always gone be a sinner
Pull up to yo fam and fuck up ur whole dinner
Could be last prayer, better u claim ur faith
My demons on kill mode, we smoking a pack laced
Mutha fuck jakes, we riding wit no plates
Everybody snitch nowadays, they all fake


Strap Like An Army Tank (ft. Lil Wako & Skimask Troopaz)

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