hey i was wondering if i could use this beat for my next song 

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Bitch Let's Do It

Bass Bumpin

Even My Tears Are Acidic

prod. mercykill
mix & mastered: rose

[http://li.sten.to/walkingdoom]
official music video: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTd3s18A_RM]

lyrics:
put some paper in my pocket 
stack it up, I need a check 
i’m finna flip it, fuck it up 
i wanna hit sumn with a Tec
i wanna rip it, run amok 
them double digits turn to stacks 
i’m screamin “Kill em, hush em up!”
i need some crystals on my neck 

you wanna do it?
put a body in the air with my fist like 
doom in the party 
turn a marriage to a fist fight 
whacked!
what a god
wanna murder when the mood right 
hunt in the day 
eat his body in the moonlight 

so i go and put the pieces on him
these motherfuckers wanna feature from him 
i had enough
he actin tough, i’m finna reach for somethin
leave with somethin
i pull his card, it was a Visa or somethin
i hit his brain 
choppa sang like it’s Aretha Something

too rude 
i’m comin through with the new tool 
and i’m too smooth 
when thumpin it, it go pew pew 
got a loose screw 
you dumb and i wanna shoot you 
with that deuce deuce 
put hole in him like a Froot Loop

why you lame? 
what you gain? 
why you hate a nigga?
my doggy maim 
gold fangs 
how he ate a nigga 
we droppin brains 
ya whole gang gon evade a nigga 
Peter Piper picked a pack of pistols to erase a nigga 

so i go and put the pieces on him
these motherfuckers wanna feature from him 
i had enough
he actin tough, i’m finna reach for somethin
leave with somethin
i pull his card it was a Visa or somethin
i hit his brain choppa sang like it’s Aretha Something

too rude 
(put some paper in my pocket)
i’m comin through with the new tool 
(stack it up, i need a check)
and i’m too smooth 
(i’m finna flip it, fuck it up)
when thumpin it, it go pew pew 
(i wanna hit somethin with a Tec)
got a loose screw 
(i wanna rip it, run amok)
you dumb and i wanna shoot you 
(them double digits turn to stacks)
with that deuce deuce 
(i’m screamin “kill em, hush em up!”)
put hole in him like a Froot Loop
(i need some crystals on my neck)

put a body in the air with my fist like 
doom in the party 
turn a marriage to a fist fight 
whacked!
what a god
wanna murder when the mood right 
hunt in the day 
eat his body in the moonlight 

put a body in the air with my fist like 
i’m in the party 
turn a marriage to a fist fight 
swear to god
wanna murder when the mood right 
hunt in the day 
eat his body in the moonlight

official music video

Walking Doom

prod. grayskies x rose
background vox @sydcxx

[ https://li.sten.to/philosophyofaknife ]

lyrics:
Walk round
Steady posted with the AR
Glock 9 thumpin
Sendin fuckers to the graveyard 
Hellbound 
Finna rush em with the ACOG
Hunnid round drummin 
Get to cuttin with the blade drawn 
Hey
Catch me flowin with the waveforms 
Fall back, fucker
It ain’t nothin left to say to em
Blood drippin
Let em fall by the bayside 
Runnin down and gut a motherfucker just to take mine 

K, catch me posted on your block huh
Toasted from that za
With that dope up in my sock 
.40 in my glock, reloadin
Runnin from the cops huh 
Runnin from the cops 
Runnin from the cops 
Runnin from the cops 
Runnin from the-

Hair down 
Let it fall when the breeze come 
Why she only wanna come around when she need sumn?
Bogged down from clouds 
I don’t need sun 
How she put it on me got me drowned
I don’t need trust
Ay
Write the code
Watch em freeze up
Long sigh, deep breath
Hoping just to re-up 
From my soul, out the cold
Ima rerun 
Not a sound from the crowd when the heat come

Philosophy of a Knife

prod. lazeey x rose
[https://li.sten.to/cosmichumilityinterlude]

lyrics:
This shit be sick, then I’m the doctor, uh
Hollows out the chopper, uh
Bangin out the window
Hollowtip, meet oblongata, huh
I just caught a body, huh
Take it to The Promised Land
Ima run it back
And stack the chips until a hunnid grand
Then double it

Ok, I'm creepin with that fye, uh huh
Sneak in from behind, uh huh
Bonjour, magnifique
That hollowtip gon blow his mind, uh huh
AK-45, uh huh
Hollup
47, huh
That boy like computers
Let him peep this Mac-11, huh

I go POV
Oh boy, that G-Lock yo competitor
I want Givenchy so I tote heat to get my credit up
All yo hoes on me
I don’t want she, I want her debit card
Y’all don’t want no beef
Y’all boys go vegan with the predator

Out in D-Town swangin
All this silver on my fingers
Got a nigga movin gaudy
Model bodies on the razor
All imprisoned in my mind
But in my body I’m a singer
Busy stickin with the shottas
Steady mobbin on you haters
Elevator to my condo
In my casa, I'm a savior
Had to piss all in the pot
Them yellow drops could fuel a hangar
Aviators on to block out all the shots that you been takin
Aggravate me one more time
I’m giving line ups with a laser
Why you shakin, nigga?

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