IF YOU GOTTA PROBLEM COME N SEE ME WE CAN END IT THEN

𝓷𝓾𝓶𝓫

LYRICS:
I wake up in the morning hit my blunt and clean my dick off
Whippin' in my civic windows tinted got me pissed off
I bet when you heard this beat you thought that shit was deadshot
I know when I pull that beam out, it gone have red-dots

Leave his vision red
That pussy for the feds
I knock him on the table, bleed him out
Then stomp his head
Looking at my sideways, knock knock go my way
I don't wanna talk about it fight it out bout 5 ways
I do the drive-by dizzy off the drugs high
I don't a give a fuck about my life I pull that trigger, bye
Ended it
I don't wanna beef over the internet
If you got a problem come and see me we can end it then
Pussy bitch
Acting like we close you gettin' intimate
I can end yo life with a bullet if I get into it

Thoughts & Bad Remedies

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WHY, OFFICER TENPENNY! (prod. adjacen7)

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LYRICS :

all gas no breaks , keep a pistol 
when i talk my shit keep it simple 
that’s a red dot beam not a pimple 
and ima whipe yo face clean n make it painful 

got pent up rage , bring the frenzy
you better pick up all yo weight this shit get heavy
i’m sick n tired all the waiting got me empty 
my brain is fried like a mother fuckin 10pc

bullets fuckin hollow bitch i’m aiming at yo dome 
and if you wanna fuckin try me you can taste this fuckin chrome 
everybody act the same i cannot fuck with all these clones 
hinokami how i spit this fuckin heat breath n control 

i keep black blade tucked on me call me tanjiro
all these bitches keep chasin me but i keep my shit on go 
yo shit is wack straight trash you can keep that shit at home 
i keep on raising the bar these mother fuckers got no hope 

i push the gas no breaks , full throttle make it quake 
bitch i’m anarchofuckhead pussyboi you cannot mistake 
all cap whatchu say better talk lowercase 
cuz bitch i’m raising hell, ill set the world into a blaze

all gas no breaks , keep a pistol 
when i talk my shit keep it simple 
that’s a red dot beam not a pimple 
and ima whipe yo face clean n make it painful 

got pent up rage , bring the frenzy
you better pick up all yo weight this shit get heavy
i’m sick n tired all the waiting got me empty 
my brain is fried like a mother fuckin 10pc

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ALL GAS NO BREAKS ! (PROD. GUARDIAN)

Prod. mercykill

Lyrics:
I been faded got my payments all my pockets full of gold
Bitch ain't waiting for nobody I'm just playin' till they fold
5.56 how far they go? I spent about a rack on poles
I'm just chillin' in my room, I'm dancin' silly with the Ghost
I been faded with my payments all my pockets got pre-rolls
I ain't waiting for nobody I'm just chasin' all my goals,
5.56 how far they go? I hit yo brain and split the skull
All these problems that you talk about ain't shit compared to most

I ain't done with it, Shotty, got the pump extended
Shawty bitch go head and finish
Suck it up and mind yo business
Party Crashin', funny maggot
All these drugs, I love my habits
Smokin' Blunts how my time passin'
Windows tinted whip from rappin'
Talk my shit I got to have it
Wait,
All this body baggin', blood be splashin', trigger finger fucking up my fun
Ion do that shit I'm simple with the silencer my guns
Bitch don't worry bout my funds, bitch don't worry we'll have fun (fun, fun, fun, fun, fun fun fun fun)

I been faded with my payments all my pockets full of gold
Bitch ain't waiting on nobody I'm just Chillin' till they fold
5.56 how far they go? I spent about a rack on poles
I been chillin' in my room, I'm dancin' silly so composed
I been faded with my payments all my pockets got pre-rolls
I ain't waiting for nobody I'm just chasin' all my goals
5.56 how far they go? I hit yo brain and split the skull
All these problems that you talk about ain't shit compared to most

Scurry in the night, rob the whip and chop it up
Heard you talk tough but in person soften up
Big boy chillin' on the surface cough it up
Nothin' to the bitch, he a snitch, oh my god make me sick
I was in the trenches with you we was hoppin' fences
I'm tryna make a move to get the money, stack the digits
I'm walkin' through the woods at midnight bitch I'm really with it
All this shit you say ain't adding up so Ima finish ♪

I been faded got my payments all my pockets full of gold
Bitch ain't waiting for nobody I'm just playin' till they fold
5.56 how far they go? I spent about a rack on poles
I'm just chillin' in my room, I'm dancin' silly with the Ghost
I been faded with my payments all my pockets got pre-rolls
I ain't waiting for nobody I'm just chasin' all my goals,
5.56 how far they go? I hit yo brain and split the skull
All these problems that you talk about ain't shit compared to most ♪

Grip the Chrome

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Lyrics: 
Bitch my baretta been fed up, faded like all day, dont let up
These drugs I take cause I love it, im on the sky float above it
My head dont stop, I rob, I rock, you stomp
The bodies, oh my god (god), drifting, stack up the rods
In my
Garage, drivin’ out in foreign cars I fuck up on yo facade
Bitch act iffy, keep that pole on me
Dont get close, im abroad
Broad vision hazy, I lost
Night vision thermal, the cogs
Im gettin lazy, the sauce
Time to stack up all my,
Racks! (racks)
Hoe! (hoe)
I dont know where I might,
Go! (go)
Woah! (woah)
But I know im not alone
This road I walk aint my own
I sit upon, up that throne
Glock trigger pull then I ghost
Stack this bread, dont do the

Bitch my baretta been fed up, faded like all day, dont let up
These drugs I take cause I love it, im on the sky float above it
My head dont stop, I rob, I rock, you stomp
My head dont stop, I rob, I rock, you stomp, My head dont stop

DAMAGE CONTROL

MERCYKILL

DAMAGE CONTROL (prod. adjacen7)

BEAT CUT (ft REZXREKT, ABSTRACTGENESIS)

STO_MP (PROD. SOLSA)

FEATURING @issbrokie 
lyrics:
"i can do this all day" 

got a brand new clip
imma do my walk you can talk your shit
imma motherfuckin god and yous a motherfucking bitch
bitch im grabbing my rifle and asking where the ammo is

call my chopper karen cuz she always make a scene
pulled up with a long clip, like a limousine
is she fucking with the kid or is she fucking with the team?
bitch my pistol got a good grip like its on the tennis team

aint nobody fucking with me cuz i always do the most
yeah the boy x2 is so cold
story never told
story never sold
aint nobody wanna hear that shit because you old
yall is the definition of complacent, face it
yall aint never make shit
i been on that top floor great shit 
i been on that top floor hate shit
you been on that bottom floor basement
rolled up 3 blunts and i faced it
pulled up with a strap like an agent
he aint gotta mark so imma make it 
everybody's shit is so basic
imma drop the top and let it pop off in his face bitch

ISSBROKIE:
bitch chop chilling on my louis belt
that boy dont got prove that i did shit i dont care who he tell 
brokie way too hot when they record the make the studi melt
i got that boy mad because he aint know how all this gucci felt
bitch i got that gucci belt to compliment the fit
all his drip stolen his bitch compliment my hips
all his drip is stolen jordan never did that shit
that boy always homing why he acting like a bitch

CHOPPER NAMED KAREN FEAT. ISSBROKIE (BUCKX2)

scrapped but fuk it upploading it anyways

got some irl stuff im figuring out upploads may vary

luv u @killgriffin



Woke Up Felt Like Hell

changed cover and removed prod from title

///LYRICS///

bitch it’s imminent

shawty tell me that she innocent 

but i don’t fuckin believe that

stackin these benjamins but im still hittin the penjamin 

you know i stay where the trees at


lil boy try and run up put this stick in his face

walk with a blade i feel like hussein 

do all this talkin get put in a maze

you won’t make it out! i’m digging your grave!

bitch boy

walk with a fuckin limp

nic in yo mouth so you look like you sucking dick

aint you the kind that just can’t find the fuckin clit

aint mean to call you out tho

last thing i heard you was with some bitch 

but you can’t seem to use your mouth tho

this kinda talkin what get you hit

talm bout passed out on the couch bro

got him passed out on the couch off the molly or percocet

don’t know what kind but i’m one you ain’t heard of yet

i got the racks out shawty on me and i’m blowin her back out

stackin so much man i feel like a cash cow

i’m smoking this shit till i black out

stacking these bars and i’m hoping you back down

if not then i’m dumping out mad rounds

got these mad rounds gettin dumped granny told me i’m a punk

if i creep up in yo section then my choppa get to dumpin

i just fed that kid some ecstasy he fuckin on his cousin

now his shawty wan have sex with me i told that bitch she buggin

man quit buggin me with this shit

burnin hella trees in this bitch

ash that blunt up on my floor you’ll end up in a pickle like rick

mosh pit tomorrow

drowning in sorrow

but it get flooded with hate

this bitch a model but she live too far tho

just how much more can i take

sippin on water

ain’t drinking no vodka

hell no i can’t rap when i drank

yeah i’m real nice tho

but keep talkin hostile and i’m pullin up with the drake

IMINENT

dance away the pain

XTC TURNS UR ROOM INTO A RAVE 
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/1zv9AJbiLS7PhtsGVx8oro?si=e34c42e3e620446d

TRIPLE777

FUCK YOSELF

JESUS DIED FOR YOU THIS WAS A MISTAKE

Art by @wormclown on insta

Motha fucka are you ready
We boutta fuck it up
Get yo ass up in the pit bitch I’m tryna see some blood
Let it spin spin spin
Till you can’t breathe out cho lungs
Poke a hole inside a demons skull and fuck it till I cum
Function 
we throwin bodies at the function
Fuckshit
We throwin fingers at the fuckshit
Where the fuck all the tree at
We all got our vices you can’t judge that
From the wild Wild West I need my cowboy hat
This town ain’t built for us both you can’t be fuckin whack
Starting riots in my room cause I’ve been Quarantined
I’m setting fire to this mic with my gasoline
Same shit always drop gotta intervene
Pumpin tracks out that no one has ever heard but me
We throwin fingers at the fuckshit
I’m throwin fingers at the fuckshit
Bitch stop it 
Motha fucka tryna talk shit
You don’t understand you just toxic
Undermining all my causes 
But I got the drip like facet
Stop with all that  fuckin nonsense 
You gonna make me fuckin nauseous
If you gotta problem wit me Motha fucka say it I don’t like all of the gossip
Yuh it’s that spiked hair kid with the attitude
Lemme stomp my fuckin foot and show you what I do
Shit and spit on everything you ever thought was cool
And I’m just only fresh outta high school
So keep my name out cho mouth
Go suck dick somewhere else for all that clout

WHY, OFFICER TENPENNY! (prod. adjacen7)

MERCYKILL

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