Daily Drops 6

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CALAMARI FT. Drear (PROD. RULZ ON)

Leave me to myself
Fuck you know about a deal
Lord knows how I feel
Lord knows this a drill
Money come for the fam yuh
Only pockets for the real
Ten toes how we sealed

Dead road
When the cash flow
Hunnid bands hunnid bands hunnid bands
Watch the money kill em slow
Hunnid bands hunnid bands
They on ya side, but they not ya mans
Circle move silent like contraband
Circle move silent like contraband
Hunnid bands hunnid bands hunnid bands
Hunnid bands hunnid bands hunnid bands
Hunnid bands hunnid bands
Hunnid bands hunnid bands
Hunnid bands hunnid bands
Hunnid bands hunnid bands
Hunnid bands hunnid bands
Hunnid bands hunnid bands

On my word yuh
Bitches won't
Mention names
They still curve ya yuh
That's a first
I could swerve
On they curb
I feel dead
In my head
That's the worst
I feel dead
In my head
No more work
Bitch I swerve
Put that down
On my checks yuh
Spend my worth
How you flex yuh
Man get checked
Might just burn ya yuh

Dead road
When the cash flow
Hunnid bands hunnid bands hunnid bands
Watch the money kill em slow
Hunnid bands hunnid bands
They on ya side, but they not ya mans
Circle move silent like contraband
Circle move silent like contraband
Hunnid bands hunnid bands hunnid bands
Hunnid bands hunnid bands hunnid bands
Hunnid bands hunnid bands
Hunnid bands hunnid bands

Glory

written & performed by fxckjamie and lord distortion
produced by wadjet
cover art by fxckjamie

(Lyrics)

[ FXCKJAMiE ]

Dead for a minute but I’m back now 
Imma show these fuckers how to act now
Always on the edge, think I’ll lash out
Imma leave your function yelling frag out

got no time to explain 
Me and lord taking names
If we find you on our list, we’re gon’ send one through your brain

Ready for the bloody rain 
Love to watch it all drain 
To be honest I don’t kill 
That’s the beast that I contain 

Don’t save me
Don’t help me 
I was meant to rot in the ground
won’t hear the bell ring 

Don’t blame me 
Don’t tell me 
that you would’ve done any different
 I know you bluffing 

(Don’t save me)

(Don’t blame me)

[ LORD DISTORTION ]

Dirt up on my boot but still you pussies getting stomped 
Don't u hit me on my line cuz muthafucka I been swamped
I been doubled up I keep a cutter and a glock 
Why u wanna try and change can't clean the gutta wit a mop 

Needle marks and Scratching arms that money making policy 
Hell inside the streets the many circles where the product be 
Dressed up wit them masks & got them hollows this ain't Halloween 
And If that sucka Fiestey he gon end up eating all his teeth

Shout out to them paper chasers really making moves 
See they cap about they bands and ain't got anyway to prove  
Huffing on these vapors got me higher than the moon 
Ima make em meet his maker gonna Send em to his tomb 

Cutting out the negative, the block to the progress 
got a fucking issue than he got to dissolve it 
These threats they fucking sending they ain't nothing but bluffing
Counting up that money it's enough for the bloodshed

STATIC (FEAT. LORD DISTORTION) [PROD. WADJET]

(lyrics)
Lost in my mind thinking that I'll never find it 
Everyday I'm lost but I don't really mind it 
New face new place chilling on a island 
DeadWorldMoneyGang coming for your fucking brain 

Lost in my mind thinking that I'll ever find it 
Everyday I'm lost but I don't really mind it 
New face new place chilling on a island 
Muddy boy I'm dirty but I turned into a diamond 

I done made some enemies and made some money too
Time and time and time again I always peep the loop
I get money I get bitches got this feeling deja vu 
You ain't even worth the energy my shooter coming through

Fye fye fye fye fye
He's chilling by my side
Fye fye fye fye fye
I'm not french but I'm fried 
Fye fye fye fye fye
No Villan's not the guy 
Fye fye fye fye fye
We turn up every night

She gone slide for me
She wanna ride with me
She said she'll die for me
But shawty lied to me
Walk cautiously or get lost in the beat
Walk cautiously or get lost in the beat

Lost in my mind thinking that I'll never find it 
Everyday I'm lost but I don't really mind it 
New face new place chilling on a island 
Muddy boy he's dirty but turned into a diamond 

Fye fye fye fye fye
He's chilling by my side
Fye fye fye fye fye
I'm not french but I'm fried 
Fye fye fye fye fye
No Villan's not the guy 
Fye fye fye fye fye
We turn up every night

He's chilling by my side 
I'm not french but I'm fried
No Villan's not the guy 
We turn up every night

Lost in my mind thinking that I'll never find it 
Everyday I'm lost but I don't really mind it 
New face new place chilling on a island 
Muddy boy I'm dirty but I turned into a diamond
Fye fye fye fye fye

DEAD DIAMOND

[prod gort]

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Yeah cops gon' hit the scene and then I dip
Really strapped up to a bomb when I run into your crib
I still wonder what went wrong as I'm ripping off your limbs
And I done said it in a song, I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live

Hoes gon' know me as the type to dig your grave
How you calling me obsessed when you stalking on my page?
Used to care about a check, now I'm really getting paid
Used to care about them texts, now I block hoes if they fake
Kicking doors now
Like rip the corpse out
And they ain't find him cause his body under boards now
No, I've got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live

Yeah cops gon' hit the scene and then I dip
Really strapped up to a bomb when I run into your crib
I still wonder what went wrong as I'm ripping off your limbs
And I done said it in a song, I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live

IM IN YOUR HEAD BRUH
WITHOUT NO RENT YUH
KEEPIN EM UNDER A DAMN SPELL UH
DONT EVER LET UP
CANT KEEP MY HEAD UP
WHY IT SO HEAVY, I CANT TELL UH
NO ROOM TO STEP UP
I KEEP IT PENT UP
EVERYONE TELL THAT IM UNWELL UH
HEARD WHAT I SAID BRUH
UNDER YOUR BED YUH
I JUST BE TRYING TO FEEL SOMETHING

SWERVIN
TRYNNA SWITCH LANES UH
CURVING
CAUSE YOU BITCH MADE UH
I GOT A HOLE IN MY RIB CAGE YUH
RIP OUT YOUR HEART LIKE A DAMN GAME UH

IM IN YOUR HEAD BRUH
WITHOUT NO RENT YUH
KEEPIN EM UNDER A DAMN SPELL UH
HEARD WHAT I SAID BRUH
UNDER YOUR BED YUH
I JUST BE TRYING TO FEEL SOMETHING

Yeah cops gon' hit the scene and then I dip
Really strapped up to a bomb when I run into your crib
I still wonder what went wrong as I'm ripping off your limbs
And I done said it in a song, I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live

NO ROOM LEFT (FEAT. YAUX) (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

happy bday to me lol. i made this back in feburary 

lyrics - https://genius.com/Sevveryrare-sore-lyrics

[art by rose and sevveryrare]
[lyrics by sevveryrare]

MONOCHROME.

SORE.

SORE. [PROD. SCHMOONEY]

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"THE BACKHOUSE"

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BAKI // ROT©
All Rights Reserved
Kill Dyll 2023

𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤

We are not the fuckin same
Don't compare me to no copies
No competition, Cuz I killed them like I'm Baki

Nobodies talk, all I hear is the static
Actin all hard, til they hear automatics
Pray to your God, if you got one then stop it
I'm sick of the fuckers, that talk like they got it

Talkin that shit say it once then he froze
Saying it twice, get him shot akimbos
Thirsty for cloud, like you fuckers are Hoes
Get off of my dick, lil bitch you get hosed 

Leave me alone
I hate when I see that you’re calling my phone
You all did me wrong
You talked down on me right inside of my home
I cut to the bone
To feel anything cause i’m always so numb
I pull out the gun and place it right inside my mafucking dome

I don’t care what you say
Look into my eyes do you think I fucking play
I know 100 different ways I could take apart your face
I hope you know I'd never lack I keep a blade right on my waist okay

I do all this for fun
I got this bitch on her knees like a nun
you pussy i know if i pull up you’ll run


Bitch I hope you fuckin
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot

Bitch I hope you fuckin
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot

Bitch I hope you fuckin

Came with the flows
Never came for the Hoes
Fame til it blows
Propane to the nose

Fuck what they think
What they say
What they know
Cocaine in the brain of the lames and the foes

Duckin n fuckin up all the fakes til they go

Mother fuckers are lucky I'm feelin great
Overdose

Can you run it I wonder 
You lookin slow in the dome

Put a 40 inside of it then we wait til it blows

Wait til the fade put a Cave in his face

Mother fuckers wanted pain you God damn disgrace

Illuminati I'm catching body on body

I never thought he was salty only wanted a hobby

Shout the pastor he claiming the south
My brother in Europe Kiraw is about to take over anyways

Fuck all the clout
We make it the petty way with or without 

Never came for the money only came for the woes
Rain for the funny 23s to the dome

We makin the money makin capitol
If that boy keep on cappin
I'm cappin his dome

You dirty little bitch
I know you love the way I spit
Fire in my lungs with the fire on my hip

You dirty little bitch
I know you love the way I spit
Fire in my lungs with the fire on my hip

BAKI // ROT (ft. Gashum)

Prod. trees
Lyrics, Vocals, Mixing/Mastering, & Cover Art by Red Dot

Froze Up

Froze Up (Prod. trees)

Fall River Flow (prod. lethal needle)

MOBBS RADICAL- NIGHTSHXDE(PROD. JON LOC)

Out on all platforms

Lyrics:

Bitch, I get what I want, I'ma do what I do, I'ma do what I need
And I don't really care what you want
Bitch, I walk with a limp, got a chop to the knee
And I'ma get my cash in advance

I'm the man with the bands, I don't fuck with the feds
Bitch, I feel like I'm a bandit, abandon
Everything and know, that I'm a damaged image
Wont cut my wrist, I don't like that flow

Distortin my images, she gon' write my wrong
And I don't need the internet, just to write my own
Yea the splurgin immenent when i make my songs
Bitch, I do what I want, bitch, I do what I need

I don't care what these motherfuckers see
I'ma just do if it's me, I'm believeing in me
I'm the reaper to my own beliefs
Pop another cap of shrooms, and map the room

Money on my mind is like a mental tomb
But I'ma get on by just like I always do
And I never get the time to rest and always choose
Really cannot make my mind, I don't know what I need

Nah I really can't decide where I should plant the seeds
But definitely not up in her ovaries
When I put em' in her mind, she can't get over me
When i spit fire, better evacuate

Cause I'ma get a bag, then I'm going up back to base
All these motherfuckers always seem like they acting fake
When I be getting mad, motherfuckers don't want the fade
Keep up with the act, you gettin packed, I'm aggravated

Leave em' with no chance, yo last dance is calculated
I'm activated, if you actin' agitated
I'ma have to leave his body out, decapitated
Fuck what they say, I'ma do it all

Man they can never really say that they've been through it all
But everybody always trippin', man, I'm through with y'all
I'm about to paint a fuckin' picture, about to paint the walls, its red
In my defense, i hopped the fence

And acted dense, then made amends to my expense
Then I break suspense and grab the pen
I'm goin 10s, I never really wanted to depend

On any of yall
Bitch!

Bitch, I get what I want, I'ma do what I do, I'ma do what I need
And I don't really care what you want
Bitch, I walk with a limp, got a chop to the knee
And I'ma get my cash in advance

I'm the man with the bands, I don't fuck with the feds
Bitch, I feel like I'm a bandit, abandon
Everything and know, that I'm a damaged image
Wont cut my wrist, I don't like that flow

Distortin my images, she gon' write my wrong
And I don't need the internet, just to write my own
Yea the splurgin immenent when i make my songs
Bitch, I do what I want, bitch, I do what I need

I don't care what these motherfuckers see
I'ma just do if it's me, I'm believeing in me
I'm the reaper to my own beliefs
Pop another cap of shrooms, and map the room

Money on my mind is like a mental tomb
But I'ma get on by just like I always do
And I never get the time to rest and always choose
Really cannot make my mind, I don't know what I need

Nah I really can't decide where I should plant the seeds
But definitely not up in her ovaries
When I put 'em in her mind, she can't get over me

REAPER TO MY OWN BELIEFS

ALL PLATFORMS

REAPER TO MY OWN BELIEFS (PROD. PLURE)

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