🦋 pt 2

🌀 D̶A̶Z̶E̶D̶ 🌀

ACID PUNK 2023 GNARLY PICKS PT 2

WE<3YUNGFLEX

ALONE.

Spotify

ILIVEINNAWONDERLAND!

@chase_noir

let's take it back to the basics
this choppa make him vanquish
i start and i don't stop
i'm on your block, i'm causing anguish
don't even try to talk
cause you don't speak my fucking language
you move and you get popped
i up the glock when i get anxious

LIKE WAKA FLOCKA, LUV DEM GUN SOUNDS
HE THOUGHT HE WAS TOUGH
UNTIL I CAUGHT HIM, HE GET RUN DOWN
I COULD CALL YOUR BLUFF
BITCH DON'T GET STUCK WHEN YOUR ASS COME ROUND
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK, DON'T PRESS YOUR LUCK
I GOT THEM DUMB ROUNDS
HE TRY ME, HE GET BUSS DOWN

i might up that fucking rocket
bitch i keep it in my pocket
keep on fucking with me nigga
and your kids ain't gon see college

he want static like a socket
finna take that pussy hostage
all i know is pain and hatred
so i'm out here causing carnage

THAT NIGGA KEEP TALKING, I'M CATCHING A BODY
THAT'S 35 ROUNDS UP FOR YOU AND YOUR POSSE
I ASKED HIM WHAT HAPPENED?
THOUGHT YOU WAS GON POP ME?
I TOLD HIM HE CAPPING, THAT NIGGA LIKE
probably.

CHOPPA GON BITE HIM, I'M NAMING IT CHARLIE
THIS CHOPPA GO GDDDTT, IT SOUND LIKE A HARLEY
MY NIGGAS BE THRASHING, MY NIGGAS GET GNARLY
I MIGHT CALL UP CHASE (@chase_noir)
AND GO SHOOT UP THE PARTY
BITCH

let's take it back to the basics
this choppa make him vanquish
i start and i don't stop
i'm on your block, i'm causing anguish
don't even try to talk
cause you don't speak my fucking language
you move and you get popped
i up the glock when i get anxious

VANQUISH [PROD. BY CHASE NOIR]

@chase_noir

with the blade, imma do him like michael
you could get slayed, nigga i ain’t gon fight you
i got clips and them bitches on eiffel
stacking up bread, that shit look like a bible

smoking that nigga, went up by the rifle
i got a bullet for all of my rivals
he wanna talk, now he dead on arrival
fuck all the opps, i don’t care if i’m spiteful

I AIN’T FALLING BACK
I AIN’T DUCKING THE SMOKE, I WANT ALL OF THAT
IF MY SHOOTER WAN SPIN, THEN I’M CALLING THAT
CHOPPA HIT UP YOUR MANS, NOW HE FALLING FLAT

I MURK HIM AND HIS HOMIE THE SAME DAY
I MAKE SURE THEY GO OUT IN THE SAME WAY
IN THE FIELD NIGGA, THIS AIN’T NO GAMEPLAY
UP IT, CHOPPA GON RIP LIKE A BEYBLADE
GLAH GLAH

my niggas crazy, they toting machetes
your niggas sweeter than nestle
i got that shit for a nigga who test me
40 hit him and his bestie

niggas be hating and broke as a bitch
keep my name out your mouth, or end up in a ditch
forever the gang, i will not switch
i pull up with the stick and it’s up like a witch

IF I SAID IT I MEANT IT
I’LL CRUSH YOUR WHOLE CATALOG IN A MINUTE, BITCH
I DON’T TALK, I JUST SEND IT
SHÏNÏ THE ARMY, AND I’M THE LIEUTENANT, BITCH

if it jam, he get beat with the piece
and i'm spitting that hate, i ain’t bringing no peace
if that nigga want static, we popping like grease
knew that boy was a bitch, if i pull up, he freeze

RED DOT, ALL HEADSHOTS
BIG CHOP, LIKE DEADSHOT
BITCHING HIM OUT, PUT THAT BOY IN A HEADLOCK
FUCK WHAT HE BOUT, PUT THAT BOY IN THE BEDROCK

GLOCK WITH A SWITCH, SO I’M DUMPING BITCH
HE GOT A BLICK, BUT AIN’T UPPING THAT BITCH
DEEP WITH THE GANG, HE GET JUMPED IN THIS BITCH
AND IF WE GOT A STRAP, THEN WE THUMPING HIS SHIT

with the blade, imma do him like michael
you could get slayed, nigga i ain’t gon fight you
i got clips and them bitches on eiffel
stacking up bread, that shit look like a bible

smoking that nigga, went up by the rifle
i got a bullet for all of my rivals
he wanna talk, now he dead on arrival
fuck all the opps, i don’t care if i’m spiteful

SPITEFUL [PROD. BY CHASE NOIR]

Opera of the Urchin written and recorded by Grim Salvo

Prod. ³³marrow @33marrow

Opera of the Urchin

Was really cooking up Molly in 7th grade 
Suck ya motha 
#ripbettywhite
Make sure you follow all of our SoundClouds if you haven’t check Sunset Society following for our clouds.

7th grade M0LLY

long way home ft.Lokadonna

lounge freestyle

Subject .019 W/ MERCYKILL (Prod.MERCYKILL)

Fadeaway (ft. Maiza)

@chase_noir

(LET THE BLOOD RUN RED)
pumping lead until he dead
i might go psycho on that nigga
i’m a pyro with the tec
he twitter talking, imma turn him to a typo dripping red
i catch him walking, get to stalking with the pipe, he ain’t no threat

I PULL UP FLEXED OUT
VEXED NOW
CHOPPA BLOW HIS NECK OUT
PUSSY WANT THE STATIC, MAKE IT HAPPEN, HE GET WRECKED NOW
TALKING ON MY NAME, I TELL THAT PUSSY BRING A CHECK OUT
CHARGE IT TO THE GAME
BITCH I’M TO BLAME WHEN HE GET DECKED OUT

ugh
i keep a cutter, no scissors
i’m really bout action, ain’t talking in pictures
the beam on the glock, so you know i won’t miss him
that shit on the top, wanna talk, imma switch em

my niggas is dogs, if i call, they gon sic em
don’t fuck with these niggas at all, they some bitches
my niggas gon ball, we gon all get the riches
the choppa gon spark, turn em all to a witness
ugh

TOTE THAT SHIT LIKE GET BACK
G26, YOU HEAR THAT CLICK CLACK
ROLL THAT BOY LIKE ZIG ZAGS
GLICK GON TAG HIS TOE, NO TIC TAC

TURN THAT BOY TO MID PACK
CHOP MIGHT BREAK MY WRIST, THAT KICKBACK
I KILL HIS BOY, LIKE GET BACK
PLEASE DON’T MAKE NO MOVES, JUST SIT BACK

shïnï gäng shit, you get right or get left
if you wanna talk, say it with your chest
he wanna pop off, we lay him to rest
that pussy boy soft, so i am not pressed

i don’t wanna talk to these niggas
niggas be trash, i’m a god to these niggas
talk out his neck, i put one through his head, leave him dead
and

(LET THE BLOOD RUN RED)
pumping lead until he dead
i might go psycho on that nigga
i’m a pyro with the tec
he twitter talking, imma turn him to a typo dripping red
i catch him walking, get to stalking with the pipe, he ain’t no threat

SCISSORS [PROD. BY CHASE NOIR]

ANIME FEET TYPE BEAT (PROD. SKOTSKR)

shell shock

SHELL SHOCK (FT. T.J.R) (PROD. ECKSEM)

FUCK BRUH SPOTIFY LEAKED MY SONG I HAD TO DROP IT EARLY

i<3chaos

Stream it on Spotify!

i<3chaos [prod. yungraydah]

art by @heart_over_matter
PRODUCED BY ZEMAR

Walkin with a saw
Take yo bitch I fuck her raw
Talkin too damn much boi watch out you’ll end up with wired jaws
Leave him in the mutha fuckin water dire dire docks
Fuck the government theyre tryna put me in a fuckin box

Tryna get em off my cock
Like a zombie how I walk
I’ve been fucked up on the drugs
I can barely even talk
I don’t give a single fuck
Hit your head in with a rock
Talkin too much I pull up
At your door u hear a knock

Grab the bat I grab the mask
Imma finished up the task
You be talkin but I know I didn’t even fuckin ask
Rip your skin up you get scabs
Trippin off too many tabs
Lost perspective of reality I don’t know where I’m at

stabbed me  in the the fuckin back
I ain’t lookin back
Uh
Boy you better counteract
Watch how I attack
Uh
Imma swing that fuckin bat
Hear a fuckin crack
Uh
Boy be tweakin out I think he Smokin on the crack
Uh

My heart is froze
I don’t feel anybody even fuckin knows
All the pain I go thru try my best to never show
I feel like I’m out of place there’s no where I feel home
Talkin too much shit then imma grab the fuckin chrome
Put it to your dome and then I watch him fuckin fold
Stuck inside a cycle it’s a curse I feel so cold
I don’t understand why you be talkin you a joke

wired jaw

WIRED JAW (PROD. ZEMAR)

art by @nuumastar prod @mud.prod on ig

lyric

ok I don’t wanna talk I said I cannot feel a fucking thing
Can’t feel a fucking thing like what the fuck u mean said get the fuck from me
Said get the fuck from out my way I turn your body to a wedding ring
No I can’t even see no I can’t fucking breathe this life a damn disease

I put my head down to floor but I’m not talking to god
I take my knife cut up a whore if you be talking that wrong shit
I’m spitting blood from out my throat it’s hard for me to go stop it
I’m cutting all your body parts I put that shit in a solvent 

And I don’t give a fuck you get put in the trunk u can sleep with the rats if you talking to me boy
My spirit up in a box and I’m taking the lock if you standing so tall get hung from a tree boy
And I’m cutting my wrist I do that for the fix and I’m fucking your girl I got blood on her sheets boy
And ima buss back my face I’m finna buss at your face like I don’t give a fuck

ok I don’t wanna talk I said I cannot feel a fucking thing
Can’t feel a fucking thing like what the fuck u mean said get the fuck from me
Said get the fuck from out my way I turn your body to a wedding ring
No I can’t even see no I can’t fucking breathe this life a damn disease

and u can kill me

U CAN KILL ME? (PROD. DOUBLEFOUR/MUD)

@chase_noir @tripple777

he ain’t really finna pop shit
you could bring a pole or we could do it like a mosh pit
fuck it, lose control, the way i do him catastrophic
put him in a hole, i take his soul, he catatonic
leave him in the dirt, that’s how i rock bitch

AWH SHIT
YUNG FLEX FUCK THE SCENE UP
TAKE HIM OUT AND HAND HIM TO HIS HOMIE, MAKE HIM CLEAN UP
PUSSY THINK HE BOUT IT, CAUSE THAT MOTHERFUCKER SEEM TOUGH
HE AIN’T ON THAT SHIT, I CALL A MEAN BLUFF

YOU AIN'T FINNA POP SHIT
LIL BITCH
TRUST ME, YOU DON’T WANNA TALK SHIT
GET HIT
YOU AIN'T REALLY FINNA POP SHIT
LIL BITCH
TRUST ME, YOU DON’T WANNA TALK SHIT
GET HIT

BITCH I’M MOTHERFUCKING PISSED OFF, GRIPPING ON THE METAL
FINNA MAKE THE CHOPPA TALK, I WALK UP ON HIM, IT SAY HELLO
IMMA RIP HIM LIMB FOR LIMB IF YOU AIN’T GET THE FUCKING MEMO
IMMA BEAT HIM TIL HE REDDER THAN THE MOTHERFUCKING DEVIL, PUSSY NIGGA IMMA

break shit
talking out your neck, you conversating with the pavement
niggas steady bitching and i’m getting impatient
pussy motherfuckers like you make me hate shit
playing with your life, then imma take it

watch it
shïnï be the gang i’m with and you know that we mob bitch
i don’t really think you gon survive with how you talking
heater got like five left in it, you could get your top split
bitch i swear to god i’m spinning

YOU AIN'T FINNA POP SHIT
LIL BITCH
TRUST ME, YOU DON’T WANNA TALK SHIT
GET HIT
YOU AIN'T REALLY FINNA POP SHIT
LIL BITCH
TRUST ME, YOU DON’T WANNA TALK SHIT
GET HIT (x2)

WHAT’S UP?
PUSSY PUT YOUR ONES UP
BEAT HIM TIL THE SUNS UP
TOLD HIM THAT’S IT’S TOUGH LUCK NIGGA

I’M AN A-HOLE
MURK HIM AND IT’S CASE CLOSED
MOTHERFUCK THE SAY-SO
YOU COULD GET YOUR BRAINS BLOWED NIGGA

(TRIPLE777)
i don’t think he want my bullshit
hit em one or two times till he knows it
you know how it goin, i’m rollin
i’m never foldin
T7 stay golden

i’m not poly but my life has always taught me
two is better than one, come fuck me and suck me
monotonous monogamy, on top of mahogany
for the third time today like she is apart of me

my life is dope and I do dope shit
i don’t give a fuck what you think Important
i'm focused on that rib eye steak and ocean
no eleven, i be solo dolo living coasting

I’M LIVIN A REAL LIFE IN THE MATRIX
BUT THIS NEO GOT RAY BANDS AND FRESH KICKS
i feel like an m&m in the trail mix
NOBODY CAN TELL ME JUST WHO THE MAN IS

YOU AIN'T FINNA POP SHIT
LIL BITCH
TRUST ME, YOU DON’T WANNA TALK SHIT
GET HIT
YOU AIN'T REALLY FINNA POP SHIT
LIL BITCH
TRUST ME, YOU DON’T WANNA TALK SHIT
GET HIT (x2)

POP SHIT (FEAT. TRIPLE777) [PROD. CHASE NOIR]

Come Over When You're Sober

save that shit (prod. smokeasac x iivi)

TELL ME YXU LXVE ME

SHÏNÏ GÄNG.

BEATS/CONTACT: yungflexlaflare@gmail.com