i'm finna need my PS4 controller, my fan, my blankets, pillows and my charger too dude 😝🤣

L Baby diss (f*** with J day)

got me fucked up, think i'm stealing flows from juice 👊😩

happy pride month :)

brand new

sinatra

this hard af

uh, yeah 
16s
no pretend when i turn em into mince-meat
de-fence from the peeps who just be makin ends-meet
ten-feet-high looking over all the crooks,
people say they rap but then ain’t even have a rhyme book

oh whatever i just brush it to the side,
getting love-letters, stack-cheddar steady murder beats better-
i guess that you could be, callin me a blood-letter
hard-hitter-bar-spitter ballin like a car-dealer

all the fake-snakes get ready for your reckoning
population questioning why i’m achieving destinies
take a guess, i’m a mess, what you expect to see
lyrical embezzlement acting president technically

a young-man, no-friends no-funds 
hating school and only focused on what everybody wants 
out-side, things are looking like they’re good-forum,
well-spoke and teachers know him for his good decorum,

he knows he’s blessed but he’s so stressed that when he’s out of bed, 
he’d rather dig his own-grave, just to get some rest
9 times, outta 10 he doesn’t make the best,
decisions but the 1 makes up for it in the end

still he questions why he does it to himself,
small-sacrifice of health, for his fame, and his wealth, pain
is all knows, but without it he’s insane
he just sticking to it steadily paving his own-lane,

i measure great-ness, with cataracts, 
heart-broken-here’s hoping that i have another heart attack
but other cats, like to think they should be represented more than that,
so they go buy a fancy cadillac

or buy a pair of j’s to wear i’m asking please beware,
and then prepare because i’m feeling something in the air
my-tears, fair better in the winter when they tear,
a piece of me away i’m feeing like was never there

drinkin, smokin drownin in my sorrow,
it’ll be surprising if i’m wakin up tomorrow,
all my fam and friends be playing like i’m one to follow,
recreative, dedicated but my empty soul is hollow, still

better gettit together cause i got school tomorrow,
my family gave me expectations and these rules to follow, 
my doctor gave a couple pills to me for daily swallows,
“hell, i guess it’s worth a try” really is my motto

eating parmesean with john, fru-sci-an-tie, 
i’m whippin in a jeep sleek-creeping up a steep fleet
of-stairs, and i ain’t knowing where to go,
will i jump down below or go until i stub a toe, yooo,

my homies say i’m like-mac, with the flows,
cooking rhymes like-kraft, maybe crack, for these blond-hoes,
i get the nookie like a cookie from the jar, 
then i go and smack a bookie, getting hairy like a wookie-they

musta, mistook me for anotha busta, 
fiending for the cheapest hot-dogs, with the mus-tard
mother, you best-believe, it wasn’t me-it was my friend-steve, i promise that your son aint taking any-

lessons,
from the fake-friends-around-him
buy em eight cents a pound,
the pure amount astounds-him

rap-police i’m taking M-C’s down-with me
i eat these rappers-like ground-beef, hound-in me

pretend

December 31st 2022
11:59PM eastern time
be ready

- wits

2022

side-effects

star_boys (feat. iceyybruh44)

trife_hoes

pull up in a bent-ley,
pull up in a beam-er,
lil hoe you pre-ten-ding,
lil bitch i seen-ya

see me, in yo, dreams, make you cream all on my face, huh
fuckin-widda-fiend, bitch i ain’t no stanley steam-er

smoking these joints everyday of my life-
should i even try ta quit fo i die?
fuckit cause i get it pronto and smoke on gelato a pound an imm up inna sky,
fuckit cause i get right to it you watch how we move it my bitch-is like bonnie n clyde
fukkit i run up the bands, throwin up hands, i fucked yo mother goodbye 


smokin a wood witda guys, 
feel like i’m on cloud nine…
i take a g a the psilocybin and i feel jus fine
i would take care how you ridin we strapped i ain’t talking a car,
and i would watch how you actin incase it be leavin a scar

lil hoe gimme drip-drop, gimme to-op
think the hickey lip-gloss, but it’s no-ot,
do-it, big i’m rick-ross, sippin-wo-ock
bitches out in po-land, on my jo-ock

1:22
smoke out da pipe, it’s dancin-dancin, up inna sky…
fuckin a bitch yeah i made-her-night
pussy was tight so i made-her-mines
gimme a sec imma tell you why i’m finna be-jus-fine-yeah,
jus-fine…

i smok outta bong everyday of my life-
i ain’t even finna quit fo i die,
fuckit cause i get right to it an ounce an i’ll move it i’m sellin these grams till i die,
fuckit cause my bitch gon move it and throw up her coochie i juwent to heaven an died
fukkit i get alla guap, slide onna opps, i fucked yo bitch it’s no lie

…

my money-big, yeah my money-chow-der
smokin up doubled up stacks a da hunnids and fiddies
it’s lookin like da twin-tow-ers

yeah, shuddup-
bitch i be getting dat pay by the hou-r,
i put one foot on the gas an the next thing u see is a hund-er-red miles an hour

“yeah we really slide on bitches
people think i be riding dolo out here, nah-stoopit
i got the gang watching my every move is you dumb?
fucutalkemboud?”

my bitch is fine and she roll wit a fad-dy
and if i catch a faggot checkin her out imma pull out my knife an i stab-em.
shi-shuddup,
bitch i wake up an i smoke on a fad-dy,
i’m ridin aroun inna jag-uar, finna pull up and ghost wit no cas-per, yuh

my bitch is fine and she roll wit a fad-dy
and if i catch a faggot checkin her out imma pull out my knife an i stab-em.
shi-shuddup,
bitch i wake up an i smoke on a fad-dy,
i’m ridin aroun inna jag-uar, finna pull up and ghost wit no cas-per, yuh

_böpït_

(i fuddat bih inna bacada coupe
i smoke a wood put the shit to the roof

12s

why they pushin me,
i smack a pussy in the face if he pushin-me,
i’m pushin-P, keyed the fuck up ina jeep
and i’m boutta take a-leap,
make yo fuckin veins-freeze, when i hit em wit da hollow-point-beam

why they pushin me,
i smack a pussy in the face if he pushin-me,
i’m pushin-P, keyed the fuck up ina jeep
and i’m boutta take a-leap,
make yo fuckin veins-freeze, when i hit em wit da hollow-point-beam, yuh

yeah it started back at breakfast
he was talkin reckless so i left his bitches guess-in,
crazy hoe d’pendant on my dick, like a neck-lace
why you gotta stress-it, i’ll end-it, put him inna stretcher

i got a key
i got a ounce
i turn a gram,
into a pound, 
i keep it silent
i like the sound,
when-no other-soul, is a-round

stay in my thoughts
stay in my mind
stick to a bitch-can’t-trust-no-guys
i fight the ur-ges, all a da time
not to break a fuckin spine

1:00
i leave you blee-din wit the knife…
homie back in-blood, bitch i’m bleedin dirty-sprite
dextromorphan in my piss like i ain’t even see the time
that bitch goddonup, and stormed off-we both said “fine” (she was fine-doe)

i leave you blee-din wit the knife…
homie back in-blood, bitch i’m bleedin wocky-pints
codiene-color in my piss like i ain’t even take the lines
how much G’s of shrooms i ate-3, 4, 5?

1:25

she was fine-doe,
white-wine, now i’m sippin merci-la-go
where was yall-tho, check the fuckin time hoe
plottin wit dem walk-the-walk, lines, alla-time, hoe

1:34

i rewind the motherfucka crush a spi-nal,
this sur-vi-val
ain’t no eminem, an this ain’t no revi-val,

i left a mothafucka hangin from the flag-pole
bull-frog, all you otha niggaz tad-poles

1:49

i wanna kno it, why dey pushin me
yeh, i wanna kno it, why dey pushin me?
can someone tell me why they pushin me-
baby-hold my knife today it jus ain’t feelin good to me

i wanna kno it, why dey pushin me-
yeh, i wanna kno it, why dey pushin me?
can someone tell me why they pushin me-
baby-hold my knife to-day it jus ain’t feelin good to me

2:13

a mothafucka pressin me i’ll shoot you wit da blessed piece i make the pussy RIP revive the shit to rest in peace before i make you rest deceased i give the clip another squeeze and then i hadda cop a twenty dolla breeze

i’m a fiend,
and it’s getting serious
boy-down the street, named-george, gettin curious

(monkey noise)

oh what you say you hear of us? 
look in the mirror cuz- 
that’s who you hearin from

pushin_me

little something for you 🙏🏻

STAY HARD

JohnnyGatt (geeglin)

listen to this if the only one who understands you is yourself

C.U.D.

Made Mixed Mastered with Bandlab.

This song is addressed to close family, friends, and generally anyone else close with me who stuck to me when I was pushing away.

IceWxter

“named this shit cause we got crazy syllability”

- noah

“olaf this ice anna-hoes say i’m frozen”

- wits

syllability (wits ft. KTO_3dee)

Haven’t dropped in too long, wanted to hit everybody with a real banger. spent about 8 months making this, so I hope y’all enjoy. Please sub on YT for all my content (@really_wits)

-Wits

produced by hayd3n (twincrxsses on insta, prod.hayd3n on YT)

neverlong (prod. hayd3n)

mr. take that risk 🔥🎶

this song is not mine, i remixed it because i prefer this version

Heather kyle richh (Noah-Boat-Wits-Mix)

fighting demons (intro)

they say nothing lasts forever. that just means they haven't seen the love i got for you. so imma show them...

letter to pinecone

22, 

(chorus)

they won't, get me
they only wanna tempt me
treat em all like alcohol, cause i'm never drink-ing...
you can't escape me,
bitches wanna date me
women tryna rape me
feel like peep and tra-ceee 

A-7-X, bitch i am your nightmare
if you wanted me, baby i would take a flight there
i'd meet you right there, right back in my home-town
pussy like the hindenburg, i'm just tryna go down 

(chorus end)

black-Benz, i start driving then the doors lock....
fake-friends, see me walking on the side-walk
don't even say nothing, baby i just let the bands talk...
i let the fans talk, got em saying 'damn sonn' 

ain't got no father figure, raised-by a single mom....
my dad was in the picture but i wish that he was not
i know he'll hear-this, he ain't seeing my-kids,
imma stack up all my bands, send em all to coll-ege 

all my life, only did it for the fans tho
and maybe the bands, tat-toos, leather pants yo
and for my step-bros, cousins and my side-hoes
wanna be a house-hold, name like i'm mich-ael 

(chorus)
1:52 

rest in peace, gus, all your fans, they miss you
see you in my dreams, telling me, that i can too
you in-spi-red me to do the best i can-do
then imma be famous, and ev-en-tu-al-ly meet you 

i told her we-done, now i'm feeling EMP-ty
emotionally drained, no-bo-dy will understand me...
all my life, constantly just tryna move on...
unfortunately, i just try to find a new one.... 

same cycle, all again, all again, yeah,
say i'm in love, then she say we should be friends, yeah,
i got my bands-up she wanna be my girlfriend 
you ain't want-me, hoe you only want my dividends ..

peep_tracy

W.I.D. (on god)

never thought i would make it this far, always had the potential. 

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