moonwalk in the bitch i ain’t no michael jackson 
it’s partly cloudy cause i hit spliffs in a vital fashion 
bitch come at 3am and really she gon hold a bachelors
she holdin nuts now
eyes big when i see her buss down
old bitch had a bigger butt
odell when i’m making cuts 
bitch boy didn’t make the cut 
brodie thought this shi was luck
made a move just to shut him up 
now he watch just like a cuck
sauce and bread like i was canes
pick me out like we playin duck 
you the goose

mom and pops done made brew 
outside but i need a boo 
came out of my fear phase 
so getting im drunk while im in the booth 
hella chips we been lays 
so fuck a team i don’t need a crew

can’t act like i ain’t been played 
rap shi damn i been paid
pull a hoe while i’m wearing hanes
she like the story when i post it
took a year for some motion 
grab the pen than i ghost it 
made some bread off the notes app 
it sound good cause i wrote it 


moonwalk in the bitch i ain’t no michael jackson 
it’s partly cloudy cause i hit spliffs in a vital fashion 
bitch come at 3am and really she gon hold a bachelors
she holdin nuts now
eyes big when i see her buss down
old bitch had a bigger butt
odell when i’m making cuts 
bitch boy didn’t make the cut 
brodie thought this shi was luck
made a move just to shut him up 
now he watch just like a cuck
sauce and bread like i was canes
pick me out like we playin duck 
you the goose

Partly Cloudy (Prod. Waalewop)

I knew it would be like this .

Pityparty *kryottik

goodbye (graphicTKR)

#evilplugg #evilplug #darkplugg #darkplug #stalkerplug #stalkerplugg #undergroundmusic #undergroundrapper

peopleK ft gally & JAVN! (skysora)

Produced by Noevdv

Lyrics:

Yeah
Huh, way too many hoes in my phone
You ain't givin' dome, leave me 'lone
I just want that bitch on my bone
Runnin' to the top on my own
Yeah, she like "who that in the back though?"
Oh that be Davyn on that fuckin' honey pack tho
I think I'm obsessed with them drugs and them bad hoes
Oh she love my songs and she finna let me crack those
She like where you at though?
Bitch I'm outside with the Don and bad hoes
In the BNB with my niggas them my slatts tho
I'm on demon time and she really finna match those
So I took her to the back hoe
Shawty what you mad for?
I got motion, money, drugs, and some damn more
Shawty lookin' for some love but I'm damn cold
She like damn bro
She gon' pull up to my room and go commando
And I cannot fit my bitches on my hand hoe
Yeah she from the south so I pull up with a banjo
She gon' put it in her mouth, ain't no dick that I can show
I'mma paint it on her face, call me Yung Vyn Van Gogh
Yung Vyn Van Gogh, Yung Vyn Van Gogh
I'm the reason why outside so damn cold
I'mma repeat with my shot, I got ammo
I'mma beat it like MJ, huh, red coat
Yung Vyn Van Gogh, Yung Vyn Van Gogh
Yung Vyn Van Gogh, Yung Vyn Van Gogh
I'm the reason why outside so damn cold
I'mma repeat with my shot, I got ammo

YUNG VYN VAN GOGH

I love makin hoes mad (prod. aloa x bl4cko)

demons prod kryottik

awful prod me

blender (prod me)

[Lyrics:]

I talk 'bout the bread so much, you would think I'm a baker
Went to Mississippi, then I had to go buy me an acre
(No faker)
On the net, you a digital hater
Got a switch on my belt like I'm Batman

She wanna eat dick? Bet I can cater
Dumb nigga got hit with a backhand
I talk 'bout the cheese so much, you would think I'm a rat
I'm up in the field, gotta keep it real

Bitch, I'm feelin' like a Wild Kratt

Crack the Sprite, it's like an open hat
Fine shit—where’s your Zodiac...
(Sign)

Redbone like an Oni mask
Lotta dead niggas—where your homie at?

Nigga on the ground cryin' 'bout his bleedin’
Somebody hand him a tampon
Nigga in my DMs cryin' 'bout a bitch
Somebody hand him some press-ons

When I put on my mask, I'm Lui Calibre
You ain’t got no business to stand on
Try to play your music in the club
But they kept sayin' “Who?” like Vanoss

He wanna run—he ain’t makin’ it far
Bullet gon' hit him and It’s ASMR
Shooter got high-ground, start off the yart
Bullet gon' hit him, he think it was dart-like

Had a white shooter, I thought he was far-right
'Cause he was shootin’ them niggas a lot
Chop on me, might send him to starlight
He 'bout to have him a vision of God

I talk 'bout the bread so much, you would think I'm a baker
Went to Mississippi, then I had to go buy me an acre
(No faker)
On the net, you a digital hater
Got a switch on my belt like I'm Batman

She wanna eat dick? Bet I can cater
Dumb nigga got hit with a backhand
I talk 'bout the cheese so much, you would think I'm a rat
I'm up in the field, gotta keep it real

(Bitch, I'm feelin' like a Wild Kratt)

Crack the Sprite, it's like an open hat
Fine shit—where’s your Zodiac...
(Sign)

Redbone like an Oni mask
Lotta dead niggas—where your—
Aight, cool.

BAKER [soul x thereal]

𝙁𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒 𝙂𝙊𝘿, 𝙎𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙁 🩸#redcominsoon
I LOVE YOU 👐🏽🪴
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I love makin hoes mad (prod. aloa x bl4cko)

XellaRed

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