Out of town designer
I get fly from the top down
Had to make more room to fit these hoes
I put the top down
Pull up presidential
It ain't nothing to shut the block down
Hoes on every side of me
This shit feel like surround sound

20 deep inside the club
Look like the set of Wild 'n Out
Model from Atlanta
Want me to take her straight to Poundtown
Blue strips to the ceiling
This shit tall as Lil' Bow Wow
Muscle sound like thunder
You can hear it from a mile out

Uh-uh-uh-uh-huh-uh-uh-uh
I got bitches on the way
Don't even know where I'm gon' fit 'em at
Geekin' up in VIP
I'm spinnin' like a ceiling fan
Playin' tough, but you say that's your truth
I'll let you live in that

Uh, uh, fuck the talkin
Point me where the millions at
Once you pick a side
It ain't no playin' the fence or switchin' back
What the business is?
Ain't tryna do no chit or chat
I be with them members
They might bleed you where you kick it at

Uh, uh, uh
Cross the gang can't get no second chance
Me and cuz gon' beat the road
Until we locked or catch a flat
They like"you been cookin' up"
Hell yeah this a special batch
You can keep the swag
The fuck I look like tryna get it back?

Louis V the duffle
This a real big spender bag
I got so much motion I can spare some
I get plenty racks
She tryna get in with me
Uh-uh, baby, go 'head bend that back
Slide like Secret Service
They like"where the fuck the Prezi at?"

Out of town designer
I get fly from the top down
Had to make more room to fit these hoes
I put the top down
Pull up presidential
It ain't nothing to shut the block down
Hoes on every side of me
This shit feel like surround sound

20 deep inside the club
Look like the set of Wild 'n Out
Model from Atlanta
Want me to take her straight to Poundtown
Blue strips to the ceiling
This shit tall as Lil' Bow Wow
Muscle sound like thunder
You can hear it from a mile out

surround sound prod. 1kraiin

I've came a long way......ya'll don't understand...spent 29 hours trying to get the mix and master right, it's the best I can do

SOLO*Lost Tape* (Prod.byfifa)

Produced by - Doomsday

Lyrics:
Hey Austin, I make your autism look awesome
Ha, ha, ha, scaredy cat
You talk about if you've had the chance
But you blow everyone you've had
What's funny to me is you always yap
Stuck in a trap, forget the past

That's why every girl you talk to leaves you, shit is just sad
Even your best friend doesn't understand
You're gonna die alone, hate to ruin your plans
Wah, wah, (really?) No one wants to date someone that raps
Austin ain't a man, remember you wanna be Stan

All of your friends talk about it behind your back
"There's no way Austin will make it in rap"
I agree, he's coming up short and flat
Might as well get on those pills again, and call it Relapse

Bashed, like them pumpkins smashed
Giving baby boomers heart attacks
I'm all of your bad habits in one batch
Call me Nicotyne, 'cause like a latch
I got you all attached to my craft

Close the hatch, this is crack, you're all my addicts
Whoever had my back, probably stabbed it
Now Snapchat it, "Oh look, it's B-Rabbit"
I act out as a savage to extract my attack

Revenge stripped with a pen, avenged
Slashing Lizzie Bordern with an axe
Jack the Ripper's match, gash
Look at the gap, who's keeping tabs?

Subtract, add, detract
They say once you go black, you never turn back
W-where do you think our soul is headed at?
Mom said if we quit rap, she'd kick our ass
Use each word as a bullet with extended mags
Our use of poetry and rhymes are similar to a gat
You can't think outside the box of an addict
Austin doesn't really want the static

He's a hopeless romantic
I'm combative, in fact compacted
You probably need a schematic
People say you're a bit dramatic

Lashin' out back at it the last of the hash
I'm a bookworm, I gotta learn fast
Book and street smart combined for each task
Fucking with me's like pickin' a scab

Scars or worse, I keep comin' back
Backtrack somethin' you can't even scratch
You need a hazmat mask, or a chemical to react
I'm a brainiac, maniac

They like you better when you are sad
I bet I drive you mad
Good, I'm glad
Keep the foot on the gas, no brake pads

I have expansion packs, expandin' through all of the lands
My book of rhymes doesn't fit in a bag
I'm feelin' a thousand, call me a grand
Where do I stand?
Banned, shit canned?
Austin's the bitch of the band
Get the cam, you're a sociopath

Selfish, no wonder everyone leaves your ass, you're helpless
You deserve what's comin', nevertheless
Narcissist, or pessimists? (At least not a misogynist)
Karma was on your side, until I bought the bid

Say farewell, life isn't fair, well, no one gives a shit (fuck you!)
I struggled, wasn't myself for years, and nobody noticed it
You literally sound like a bitch
Get a grip, Nicotyne makes Austin co-exist

Without me, no one would know what you did
Now you want a relationship, a family man with a plan
Wife and some kids, (this guy) so you can get pussy whipped
Who was there for you when you were a kid? (Shut it!)
You couldn't buzz me if you were only the nic
You mean like a haircut?
No, you just nicked
Barely grazed me and missed
You said, "Forget the past"
Find someone better to diss
I'm a product of Slim

Yeah, but you'll never be him
Everyone was right about you (suck my dick!)
It's too small, though, isn't it?

Short prick, holding grudges
Disgruntled with terrible judgment (what?)
Unbearable to witness, reluctant, repugnant

Fucking disgusting
Discuss it like our concussion (no wait!)
From Dillan Constant
Austin's unresponsive

Introverted with a quiet demeanor
Quite weird (quit talking!)
I know all of your insecurities

Let's make it clear
Austin's a puppeteer
The biggest pussy in here
You live off of greed, not a single tear

You need a threesome for a musketeer
Too blind to fish the sea, missing shots with fear
I'm cooking my biggest hater, yet sins seared
I'm your biggest enemy

You can't get rid of me
I'm with you mentally (schizo)
Remember being a team?
No, you used me as a teen
You need Nicotyne

NO SPACE

Days Of Future Past

Austin

Elysium

A practise mix of some of my favourite tracks remixed by me s.k.y.n.e.t on this journey I switched it up a lot enjoy the ride . all comments and opinions valued for feedback purposes as i try to adapt and learn on my journey.

gdg practise mix

ahooo

Tiffany Nichelle slides through with Lululemon, a smooth yet hard-hitting blend of sexy R&B melodies over drill-inspired production from Yung Adamsville. The track finds Tiffany in her bag—confident, seductive, and unapologetically in control.



“I wanted to make something that feels as good as it sounds,” Tiffany says. “It’s all about confidence, allure, and owning the moment.”



With hypnotic 808s, airy textures, and Tiffany’s signature vocal runs, Lululemon is already building momentum as a late-night anthem for the soft-but-deadly crowd. 

Stream it now everywhere.

https://symphony.to/yungadv/lululemon

Tiffany Nichelle - Lululemon (Prod. By Yung Adamsville) R&B & Soul

After hour (Prod by prodLMG )

Lyrics

Aw, damn, shit hit the fan 
He thought he hit a lick, that's when his heater jammed, by his surprise, I took his life
This automatic lift you niggas to the sky 
Make my day
Make my day
Make my day 
Make my day
Burn a hole in you niggas, keep on dissing, fuck a fade 
Make my day
Make my day 
Make my day 
Make my day 
Keep my ears to the streets, better watch what you say 

Chopper on my lap,
yeah that there's a wrap
You was talking tough, knew that there was cap
Rest assured I'm back, stocked up with the mags
Did it by myself, keep it all a rack 
I don't need your help, bitch don't make me laugh 
Show up with that belt, right up to his ass
I be up in my bag, so go and do the math
Forgi's on the slab, yeah that's back to back
Knew they wouldn't last, knock one down get whacked
Swerving through the trap, yeah we do the dash 
Once you see these opps, then you know to blast 
I got shooters in the paint, you just throw the pass

Aw, damn, shit hit the fan 
He thought he hit a lick, that's when his heater jammed, by his surprise, I took his life
This automatic lift you niggas to the sky 
Make my day
Make my day
Make my day 
Make my day
Burn a hole in you niggas, keep on dissing, fuck a fade 
Make my day
Make my day 
Make my day 
Make my day 
Keep my ears to the streets, better watch what you say 

I've been in the lab, smoking on that gas 
Don't worry bout the tab, you know I got the cash 
I keep the game intact, lil bitch I'm in my bag 
Chanel she getting that, that booty looking back
Lil bitch she know she bad, I told her grab the mac 
She sipping on the yak, I asked her where her man 
She told me in the past, chopper make him dance 
Man I don't give a damn, them speakers going ham 
She like that's my jam, okay then be a fan
Been running up the stats, give game it come with hacks
Yeah this ain't no cap, clutching on the strap
Turned him to a pack, I never like to chat

surround sound prod. 1kraiin

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