constant evolution

elegance [prod. remdolla]

riding [p. raspy]

tap out [prod. noizy]

Slippin [prod. ashton mccreight]

Recorded & Mixed by: Gavin Westenberg
Produced by: @NotAverage

Ig @gav1nwestenberg

Comparison (prod. NotAverage)

PHILTHY (skilla inspo)

IT FACTOR

Snappa Taz - Priceless (Ft. Swankbo)

Slatterday

Runtz

AMBULANCE prod. 223morte & elementrybeats (lost files)

Lyrics: 

Hop in that whip and I zoom
Bitch in my phone, she boom
All of my diamonds go vroom
Poppin’ that shit like shh
Pop that shit like boom
Told her, “Don’t speak in the room”
We got them sticks like platoon
Glock with the light, it's a moon
She wanna dance to the tune

Pull up, I’m fresh off the bean
Codeine inside of my spleen 
Heard he want smoke, that’s a dream
We let it sing, no Kareem 
I got that Wock in my jeans
Mixin’ that Sprite with the green 
Shorty just popped her a bean 
Told me she feel like a queen 

Balenci', I stepped in a swamp 
Still got the stick in the trunk
Shoot like I’m huntin’ a buck 
He play, then we fuckin’ him up 
I am not showin’ no love
I am not givin' no trust 
I told that bitch, “Just hush”
We in the back of the club 

Walk with that Glock like a cane 
I’m in the sky like a plane 
I took that ho off the chain 
I do not fuck with no lames
Mixin' my cup with the pain 
Hollows gon’ fly like a flame
I got a TEC with a frame 
Don’t even know that boy name

I feel like the devil on shrooms 
I might take off to the moon 
Opp got hit in the noon 
Left his whole face in the room 
Shawty want Prada and loot 
I want her throat in the coupe 
I want that smoke like a booth
We got that gas and the truth

Stuck in my zone, no delay
Run up that bag every day 
I pop that pill in the Wraith
Now I can't feel my face
All of my bitches got taste ey
All of my clips got space ey
All of this drip got waste ey
Told her, “Don’t look at my safe” 

Ayy, back of the Phantom, no tint, eyes red
Codeine spill on the seats like paint
That’s not gas, boy, that’s just mint
My bitch weird, she roll my drank (What?)
I got scars from the sippin’ and thievin’
I got opps that be breathin’ uneven (Slatt)
I got sticks that don’t fit the ceiling
Hit his top, make him sleep through the weekend

Rage in the booth, no cap, no stylist 
Walk in the function, whole fit too violent
Took his ho, now the boy move silent
Took his pack, now he need new clients

Took his ho, now the boy move silent
Took his pack, now he need new clients
Fuck these rappers, y’all all just diet
Real street shit, I don’t need no guidance
Thick red ho, she love my science

Hood got love for a villain
Racks up top in the ceiling 
Heard he told, boy chillin'
We gon’ slide on him, no feelings
Bitch wanna cry in a Benz 
Cool, but she suck on ten 
Ten minutes, then she with my friend
Still hit the mall, I spend 
I spend,
I spend.

NO TAGS (prod. toxic)

Exotic (prod. Mizuho)

I was supposed to drop 3 last month...I'll make up for it. bringing 2-3 songs this month, im still locked in. 
follow me on ig and like for more. 
this is one of them ones.. 

Late Night Freestyle

elegance [prod. remdolla]

cooper [@1coope.r]

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