I FEEL THE FLAMES OF HELL CONSTANTLY BURNING ON MY FEET
BUT IM THE COLDEST BWOY ALIVE THAT THERE WILL EVER BE 

#FREESNEAKY FUC YO HOOD N FUC 12

AIN'T NO OTHER (PROD. KORAKAZI)

CHINGA TU BARRIO 
RISE OF THE MOTHAFUCKIN COLDEST BWOY ALIVE 
2K22 SAVIN THE RAP GAME HOE !

SOUTH SIDE TALIBAN (PROD.JXYLN)

PROXY 9300 - STEEL 2 THA NECK

CHOP YOU IN THE MOUNTAINS N SEND IT TO YO MOMMA TRICK RETURN OF THA COLDEST BWOY 2K24 TAKEOVER ❄️

MULA CALLIN’ (PROD. TRASHBAGGBEATZ)

DUTCH (prod. FIEND)

shoudoud all ma long hair niggas #FucABarberShop

IBRAHIMOVIC (prod. Bleach)

GLOWIN' (prod. JI BEATS)

GUALA ANTHEM (prod. BLEACH)

BUSTO DA MAYNE & YUNG PROXY - CHRONIC PHUNK

FTP FUCKTHEPOPULATION (prod. SAURON)

RED DOT (prod. RoadWork)

OUT DA TRENCH (prod. SAURON)

PERSONA (PROD. RK)

SNOW ANGELS (prod. $ T.N.C $)

PANTHERA (prod. Sid White)

[lyrics]

Too many fake surround
Keep it loaded with the rounds
hunt a nigga down
Till he 6ft in the ground

Drop a nigga quick do my team foul
Wearing on them trues you niggas lookin like some clowns
Wearin dickies but yo girl still let me chow
Hit it quick shit was like a whorehouse
So much dope around 
Shit look like a greenhouse
Lookin like Christmas always keep the tree around
Talk up on my name in a river you'll be found
Lil prox came thru bitch I been the wild
Worldwide shit kno my bitch is Portuguese 
Portuguese bitch you only fuck em In yo dreams 

Too many fake surround
Keep it loaded with the rounds
hunt a nigga down
Till he 6ft in the ground

Talking all that shit mane that shit will get you sprayed
Talking all that shit get that sheet over yo face 
But ion really care about what you niggas say
Yall just want reaction yall be on that child's play
Yung nigga geeked
To the hundreds where I flee
Rolling up the stench 
It’s so loud it ain’t a secret

Blunts so long it look like a magic wand
Fuck 12 nigga come and get me fuck yo bond
Call ma nigga Fabian now we hoppin over gates
Fuck 12 nigga that’s the niggas I evade

Ski mask on my head 
Nigga ripping em wit that led
Then I hit em wit that flute 
Teared his bitch up in the cootch 

Now she thinkin that we friends
lil bitch don’t get misled

Now she thinkin that we friends
lil bitch don’t get misled


Too many fake surround
Keep it loaded with the rounds
hunt a nigga down
Till he 6ft in the ground

Drop a nigga quick do my team foul
Wearing on them trues you niggas lookin like some clowns

SLUGS (prod. KouZin x SAURON)

(X2)
Benji Collectin On that pussy never stressin 
Hollows we sendin If a nigga wanna test it
No resurrection Give a pussy nigga blessings
Come hit my section ion need no protection 

Everybody claiming real till y’all get into some shit
Then you see who really real and what niggas never switched 
Bitch I’m climbing out the Pitts while you niggas go and dig
I be whippin on that spoon I be whipping on that rig


Talkin reckless leave you neckless Have a foolie in his grave 
Bitch I still be up on the block same nigga I ain’t never changed
got your turn signal on you tryna hop up in my lane
But bitch I’m speeding up better up out my way


Have his life meet its conclusion 
 know my niggas ain’t never losing
Always ready for some shit
Nigga Death ain’t what I’m choosing

Flexin all that that guala 
Self snitching y’all are stupid
Make it disappear quick it ain’t gon be no illusion 
Nigga fuck yo sheriff fuck yo chief 
Lil prox I can’t be stopped I’m still smokin in the streets
Under covers driving by tryna catch a nigga slippin
I ain’t wastin on no time sno a nigga already dippin 
Lil bitch said I was gon kiss her
Told her bitch you smoked a swisher
Now that I got that I got all this guala 
Now these bitches hit my phone 
I’m zoomin by myself I could never trust a hoe 
Bitch i ain’t no Souljah But I’m staying by my lone 





Benji Collectin 
On that pussy never stressin 
Hollows we sendin
If a nigga wanna test it
No resurrection 
Give a pussy nigga blessings
Come hit my section 
ion need no protection

BENJI COLLECTIN' (prod. SAURON)

LIL NUMBA 3 (prod. ROADWORK)

Godfather offered me the coke told him wow i don’t kno
Better back the fuck up fo
A nigga rock you to the floor
A nigga hit you with the scope 
Better back the fuck up fo 
A nigga hit you in the dome 
Yous a lil ass hoe tweakin off the blow
Yous a lil ass hoe tweakin off the snow

Bitch ion need yo money and yo loot to be true to my crew
Bitch I been true since I was brewed up In the womb 
Sno I’m ready for it 
These niggas some grass bitch it’s time for me to mow it 
Ain’t never catch me lack
Cause that ain’t the way I’m goin

I can’t even trust my own that’s why I keep my circle closed 
Posted with the same ones you fufu niggas We dispose 
Counting guala regularly 
Real niggas nowadays that’s a rarity 
Nigga tryna play wit me I ain’t playin fairly 
Tryna stack the cheese like a nigga named jerry 

Ain’t nobody really care 
Till you’re 6feet downstairs
Nigga fuck you and yo prayers
Nigga fuck you and yo tears
Ain’t nobody gave a shit 
Unless you cuttin em yo check
Unless you slicin em a piece of yo fuckin bread

Godfather offered me the coke told him wow i don’t kno
Better back the fuck up fo
A nigga rock you to the floor
A nigga hit you with the scope 
Better back the fuck up fo 
A nigga hit you in the dome 
Yous a lil ass hoe tweakin off the blow
Yous a lil ass hoe tweakin off the snow
Roadwork whipping on the cedes 
Got the bitches goin crazy  
Seen a cruiser scope me out 
Bust a bitch it turned around

I ain’t here to play no games so don’t come and waste my time 
If you really tryna fade I’ll put my life up on the line
Yungin really from the slums 
Where niggas poppin shots for fun
If you see that red and blue bitch you kno you better run

GOD FATHER (prod.T0!CY)

RUTHLESS (prod. Kouzin)

DIRTY FAYGO (prod. $egador)

2 MY LIP (prod. SAURON)

#FREESNEAKY
#266BONK
#9300ICELIFERS
#PARKGROVE

BEAM READY (prod. Shi)

**PROD.HOTWHEELS X TOKE ZOMBIE X FATALITY BEATS X VEEKO X GRANDMASTA FUNK**








LYRICS : 

These bitches getting on my nerves bitch I’m tired of fucking wit y’all 
All you niggas do is chirp I make these pussy niggas dissolve 
Pull up to the liquor store and I’m buyin all the Dutch 
Bitch I’m smokin on the flor that you niggas wish that you could 

Bitch you niggas be so dumb you leak yo info on the net 
Then these dumbasses wondering why they raided by feds 
Why they homies Layin dead 
Up on the side of the road
Finna get that penal code 
Don’t fuck wit me after nine I’m packin’ on that 226 
Show yo ass some magic quick I pull it out my bag of tricks 


Quit playin with me fool ion wanna hear whatchu gon do
Just do that shit boy lemme see if it’s really true 
My nigga Martin in the pin writing letters with the pen
Cause nigga fuck the led thats what got him in to begin 
Runnin up up on my fade but I ain’t finna run away
I was put here in this place bitch cause I was meant to stay 

I’m the full version you the beta 
Bury you like the undertaker 
All you niggas coldbwoy haters
Go and worry bout your paper 
These bitches get lost in my sauce
When I’m drippin on the frost 
I had the lil bitch feeling chills 
From her head down to her heels 


These bitches getting on my nerves bitch I’m tired of fucking wit y’all 
All you niggas do is chirp I make these pussy niggas dissolve 
Pull up to the liquor store and I’m buyin all the Dutch 
Bitch I’m smokin on the flor that you niggas wish that you could

DISSOLVE (PROD.GMF)

FREE MY OG SNEAKY AND MOB IN PARADISE BIG CEES
(Lyrics)
Man fuck all this lil SoundCloud rap ass shit 
All you niggas sounding the same and shit nigga 
Nigga got no mothafuckin style nigga
Let’s take this shit back to the old school shit 
Free sneaky nigga rip cees sno what the fuck we on

First thing I do when I open my eyes
Is the thank the big man upstairs for lettin a nigga rise 
And lettin a nigga a breathe up on the stick green leaves 
That I got stashed in my drawer 
That you got fening for more 
You niggas could catch me slipping if you really wanted to 
I ain’t hiding from nobody bitch I’m leaving my clues 
Posted on my grandmas porch with lil ar-15 
My nigga chino a youngin but he downer than yo team 
Smokin up wit uncle Crae like sneaky back in the day 
Real niggas can’t be replaced don’t ever forget their names 

You kno I’m bringing the heat that got you melting all down 
When I m spitting on these flames That’s coming out of my mouth
That got me gathering crowds and niggas breaking it down
If you step up on toes just kno I’m ready to go 
I’m finna stand on my ground ima wit yo bitchass down
show ass yo whats it’s about when you come thru to the south 

Remember going to school with two ounces in my jacket 
You getting caught with a gram and actin like you were packin’ 

Bitch I was raised by if’s that’s why my mentality 
Is so above from yo head that you cannot comprehend 
Up on the rules of the game that’s why you makin chump change 

Breakin yo back to make what I make in a play
I’m living how I’m living and I’m smokin up everyday
Pulled up to park grove and seen tony 
Catch me out the window throwing up that pg
All the niggas in the whip always ready for a scheme 
These more than my niggas bitch it’s a family 
Fuck wit one of us and then we’ll let you see 
How we really doing it my circle vip 

Stopped on my girls block and bought me some dutches 
Cause if it ain’t a Dutch then I ain’t fucking touchin 
Keep yo backwood leaves them shits ain’t even tuckin
Hittin on the herb that my lungs be lovin’

LIFE OF A SINNER (G-FUNK)

(LYRICS)

I’m on Washington and broadway buying rilo’s everyday 
Tax free bitch cause I ain’t carrying on no fuckin change 

These niggas out here yellin Prox and it ain’t even my section 
yo ass must wanna get to it cause I ain’t gettin to steppin 

Whatchu need what it do I got ounces of the shrooms 
If you fuckin wit that green we 
Shipping out pounds of the glue 
Vacuum sealer on the counter for the orders comin thru 
Make sure to put yo gloves before so them fingerprints ain’t used 

That pure molly lookin like mineral
Place yo order just hit the burner phone 
Fuck yo blackberry I got that Motorola 
Whatever you need just not that Coca Cola

You must be speaking out yo ass cause you talk a lot of shit 
Could give less fucks bout what you say bitch I’m zippin onna zip
You might as well gon and hit delete 
Yo bitchass ain’t gon end up well 
Ima give you time to rethink don’t make me call my personnel 
He think he sipping on  wockhard 
Gave him some NyQuil wit tap water 
You ain’t really sipping Codeine 
That’s what you get for being a fiend 

A nigga studying up on yo moves like homework 
Nigga Thinkin that I ain’t knew bitch I been knew first 

You ain’t got no sauce lil boy you still a tomato 
All yo homies claim they solid but they mushy like some play doh 
That 12 cruisin by my side and they staring very hard 
I got a pint up in my sock hoping they don’t hop out the car 
I’m on Washington and broadway buying rilo’s everyday 
Tax free bitch cause I ain’t carrying on no fuckin change

"TAX FREE" (PROD BYTE)

"POSTED'' - PROD(HOTWHEELZ X GMF)

BEEN APPLYIN PRESSURE SINCE 2K15 LIL BITCH'9300

APPLYING PRESSURE (PROD. HOTWHEELZ X GMF)

SHOUDOUD MY NIGGA G THA HOOD BRUCE WAYNE ! 
 
ALL MY NIGGAS RUNNIN CALL US SOME @RUNNERZLA

RUNNERZ (PROD. JEWFY)

2021 BACK IN THIS BITCH LIKE I NEVER LEFT

WHO YOU FOOLIN' (PROD. TRASHBAGGBEATZ)

YUNG PROXY AKA THE COLDBWOY AKA YUNG PROX 
 
 ICELIFER 9300

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