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Grey

Biscotti

lyrics 

i bet the money make her backflip 
i’m getting bands 
no i can’t miss 
i get fly like a spaceship
they say my lifestyle dangerous 
i swear to god i can’t be basic 
private jets what i’m facing 

mira cómo vamos 
puro plata tengo 
estoy afuera con los vatos 
baby ima star now 
i take care of extras 
ima need about a hundred thou for a blessin 

i’m talkin bout banquets cause now i fill arenas 
tell me why every lil rapper trynna be us 
i walk like a god 
now these bitches wanna see us 
that’s your main chick who broke neck 
time to free her 

i’m the type to get a bag regardless of your outcome
used to flip yack to the ones wearing volcom
i still get blues slidin thru in my direction 
game so sick 
that it became a lethal weapon 

nowadays i’m outside skurttin inna m4 
if ain’t about the bread 
then tell me what you rap for? 
my timezone change everytime i bring a passport 
all i want is money till i die 
is i what i ask for

BACKFLIP

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
i dont need another reason 
i give foes a hunnid beatings 
buss the door, i pop the lock 
i got em running, hunting season 
i unload a hunnid rounds 
and dont you duck thats fuckin treason 
clutchin on my 40 cal 
i got them guns 
they’d love to meet ya

i just hit em w another mag 
jumping off the helipad 
c4 set to detonate 
profit, i need all of that
closet fulla body bags 
bedroom fulla ghosts 
lighter fluid in my coffee 
spreading blood all on my toast

and i get sickness from the lights 
hanging like the bats do 
killing all the mice 
splattered on my tattoos 
reach and i might stab you 
promise im a psycho 
dont even need a mask to
i do it w my eyes closed 

im a long haired nigga that aint never going broke, huh
all hail rezzy, im prophetic w the pole, huh 
dawg, get ready, put ya head inside this rope
i leave em all red, bloody
get him separate from his soul

suspicious trenchcoat

HOLD THAT FT. BLXDESMITH (PROD. REQUIEM CULT)

404 Oblivion

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Get Ready for a wild journey into cosmic tech funk. When Johnny talks funk, he doesn't refer to borrowed ideas but to the very roots of the funk, that being psychedelic 1970s funk. You will hear this old school flavour but also daring and adventurous interpretations of it fused with modern phat tech synth sounds. Enjoy!!!

Bleep Funk

OBSIDIAN

Running around

Stream: https://vyd.co/NikkoDisaster
prod. Michael Link

Lyrics:
I swear to God I fucking hate yall
I break daughters
My bass harder 
But I ain't a fucking charity I save nada 
They fold they hands up into prayer to me the DON DADA 
I think we need a bit of clarity 
I'm the motherfucking best 
Up grey metal to your motherfucking chest 
I'm about blood money and these motherfucking checks 
DNA look good on me, all your homies where I step
Throw your set up pussy, just so I know where to wreck

Yeah we rock 'em and roll 'em up 
About this I'm not joking like I actually swear to God
Once they say that its up in the the sky and its fully stuck
They want be in the block I pull my cock out and tell 'em suck 
Without a feature you won't make it? 
Boy I don't give a fuck
Bitch you gotta pay for this dick to get fully up 
Lowkey im a slave for the tits and the koolie but (butt)
It Ian;t about the pay so I truly don't know about it 
My AR hit from range 
I bring the pain to these motherfuckers
They think that I'm insane I'm killing hoes by the dozens 
I like to chop it up in bundles 
Call 'em blood like my fucking cousin 
And I just killed another and another your mothers brother even know the name 
Boy im OG like your fuckin uncle 
Tell me what my knuckles smell like
Belt the buckle hold pipe up 
Snake fucks put this venom in em like viper 
Light work cut they power off no LIPA 

I swear to God I fucking hate yall
I break daughters
My bass harder 
But I ain't a fucking charity I save nada 
They fold they hands up into prayer to me the DON DADA 
I think we need a bit of clarity 
I'm the motherfucking best 
Up grey metal to your motherfucking chest 
I'm about blood money and these motherfucking checks 
DNA look good on me, all your homies where I step
Throw your set up pussy, just so I know where to wreck

String Theory

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