SLYMM_MUDDYY_1 - GREW WINGS (LOOK) [PROD DOMO]

Banshee

Lyrics 


they could break my leg and arms just know I’m still gon hustle 

after that green I been since a lil boy I’ll show a different muscle 

punch a n*gga right up in his sh*t 
sh*t I might break my knuckle 

people finna talk long as you live 
sh*t that sh*t make me chuckle 

put a couple mill inside the will for my son ball like russell  

please go talk yo sh*t talk as you will know k shyne love to tussle 

know I’ll keep on swerving in this b*tch keep on yo seat buckle 

(aye)

come on listen up lil nigga I’m finna teach hustle 

first things first lace up yo shoes it’s time to work

put on yo jacket on yo gloves then grab that shovel dig some dirt 

if you ain’t tryna dig yo grave too soon then nigga you better go put you first 

just know they still finna know yo name
 
one shot to the head Kobain end this sh*t like Kurt 

everyday I step outside I know I ain’t sane 
insane on my back that’s merch 

on the clock know I work by 5 gotta times it by 2 know I’m standing that 10 my turf 

I’ll drop every ounce every bit of the soul from you lil nigga try to bend my words 

I done dropped me alot from my soul from my 
point of view f*ck nigga I’m finna be heard  

(go!!!)

you can’t f*ck with me or fam wont have our soul deterred 

I be high as f*ck until I land my soul won’t never burn 

you niggas only doing what you can yall that you’ll never learn 

I know I was supposed to teach you how to work but this sh*t took a turn 

they could break my leg and arms just know I’m still gon hustle 

after that green I been since a lil boy I’ll show a different muscle 

punch a n*gga right up in his sh*t 
sh*t I might break my knuckle 

people finna talk long as you live 
sh*t that sh*t make me chuckle 

put a couple mill inside the will for my son ball like russell  

please go talk yo sh*t talk as you will know k shyne love to tussle 

know I’ll keep on swerving in this b*tch keep on yo seat buckle 

(aye)

come on listen up lil nigga I’m finna teach hustle 

first things first lace up yo shoes it’s time to work

put on yo jacket on yo gloves then grab that shovel dig some dirt 

if you ain’t tryna dig yo grave too soon then nigga you better go put you first 

just know they still finna know yo name
 
one shot to the head Kobain end this sh*t like Kurt 

everyday I step outside I know I ain’t sane 
insane on my back that’s merch 

on the clock know I work by 5 gotta times it by 2 know I’m standing that 10 my turf 

I’ll drop every ounce every bit of the soul from you lil nigga try to bend my words 

I done dropped me alot from my soul from my 
point of view f*ck nigga I’m finna be heard  

(go!!!)

Kurt Kobain (1sadboii)

Lyrics 


I got get back right stomach 
been f*cked up I can’t even sleep 

this b*tch want get back right 
I’m gon leave that b*tch before she think

oh you want get back right 
jit I’m dropping sh*t before you blink 

if I swim too deep in my thoughts 
no it won’t be too hard to sink

I run up blues until I break a tooth 
got keep this sh*t in sync 

can’t lock me up just know 
I’m breaking loose I’m something you ain’t seen

f*ck back and for-thing with you 
niggas all yall do is intervene 

ain’t jump the porch with nun you 
niggas so why try and step to me 

(hol up)

I been in the street
ever since a sesame 

might go on a shopping spree
I got tenkay next to me

I got souljahs off the acid 
know they ready bouta tweak

these niggas slower than molasses
think they catching up to me

to read the shyne might need some 
glasses I might be too bright to see 

been skipping school said f*ck them classes 
It ain’t sh*t that they gon teach 

you get a halo from this K
you f*ck around and try to reach

can’t get no hello from lil K
that n*gga don’t even like to speak
(go!!!)

chop sh*t on 
(uh, yuh)

chop sh*t on both sides 

keep it tuck inside the tux
 a extra bullet in the bow tie 

you think you could run with us 
sh*t I don’t know we get the most high
(whattt)

real broward baby in this b*tch
these niggas dead flies 

getting to that guap 
might pour some sh*t like zay on dead guys

niggas talk a lot won’t stop the shop
them niggas dead fried 

I don’t talk alot cause when I pop
sh*t im gon say it loud 
(ay, yuh)

these niggas flexing on they gram 
finna die for lives 
(ay, yuh)

nine that sh*t be fine 
(ay, yuh)

but my b*tch hella fine

blow up with 10 seconds on the clip
nickname the glock vine

never be too worried bout a b*tch
that’s just gon waste yo time 
(aye) 

hustle everyday then run it back 
don’t step far out of line 

momma told me son you gotta BMO
guess it’s adventure time 

If I smoke until I get that chemo
then I won’t drop no dime

f*ck this rapping sh*t 
I’ll break my ego gon have to find the signs 

I got the ape around my chest like nigo
just watch how far I climb 

x2

Dead Flies (ello 1sadboii)

509 BMG’s Hollow Point Bad Boy fires off with sharp intent, drawing a direct line to Ninjaman’s 1994 album in both its title and striking cover art—a gritty, updated homage that reinterprets the original’s defiant posture through a lens of glitchy paranoia and modern street iconography. The album veers between menace and mischief: “Rayquaza” flexes lyrical dexterity with surreal punchlines and nerd-core swagger, where mythic Pokémon references collide with street-smart absurdity. Meanwhile, “Get Out the Way” is pure kinetic chaos, a blast of violent, bouncy energy built to spark elbows and adrenaline. It’s a record that knows exactly what it’s doing—and dares you to keep up.

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