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offthelot (feat. zee!)

On Go!! (prod. kindenthe3rd)

ENTITY - GOTHAM (KILLOMELET DISS)

nerves of steel*  [ydustin]

prod. @yuk1sx

Lyrics
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aye wait
lil bitch is indacut 3 
he talk shit put that boy on tv
i got stick ina trunk jus like ima tree
go getcho own flow stop copyin me
damn im ona roll
glock on my body now im in control
jus like a piece of paper that nigga gon fold
you betta pop out since you wanna be bold

goddamn, goddamn
im ina club ian talkin bout sams
why he try to run up he ain have a plan 
that heat on my body i give him a tan
uhn, uhn 
12 gauge on my body im talkin dat pump
that bitch sink she smell like a skunk 
that smith that wesson that bitch finna dump

if i up it im tryn make you fly
if i hate you and see you you die
choppa gon pop him like grease we leavin him fried
he still talkin shit put a hole in his eye
aye cam whatchu smokin on? im smokin za
you a bitch you be talkin dat ra
fuck nigga said he gon killed me i told him na 
claimin you takin my life you smokin on rock

SAID HE GON KILL ME, REVERSE 
AND THAT GLOCK ON MY BODY PUT HIM INA HERSE
IN A PACK, DO HIM LIKE MURK
THAT CHOPPA GON CLAP THAT BITCH FINNA TWERK 
CLAIMIN YOU BETTA BUT NIGGA YOU ASS
KILL A OPP DO IT INA CAST 
I KNOCK HIM OFF WE GON DO HIM BAD 
SAID HE GON KILL ME NIGGA DAS SAD

WHY DF NIGGAS WAN TEST 13! BIG GLOCK BIG CHOP ON ME BIG BEAM 
WE TAKE HIS LIFE AND THEN WE FLEE DA SCENE
THIS A FREESTYLE THIS AIN NO REGIME
COPY ME AND DEN SAY THAT YOU BETTA THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN?
AND THE DRANK HAD ME FUCKED UP I QUIT THE LEAN
IF HE THINK HE UNTOUCHABLE ONE TO HIS BEAN

AYE, FLEXED UP BITCH IM NEXT UP NIGGA TALK DOWN DEN WE DO DA DRIVE BY INA TESLA
DUMB BITCH SAID SHE GIVIN ME THE BEST LOVE NO NO LIL HOE YOUS A FINESSA 
OFF TOP CATCH A OPP DEN WE SPIN DA BLOCK 
HE AIN DIE THE FIRST TIME DEN WE FINNA SPIN BACK
I HOP OUT OF DA COUPE, NIGGA I STRETCH THAT
THAT NIGGA HP LOW NEEDA HEALTH PACK
TALKIN DOWN DEN WE LEAVIN EM WET 
LYNCH THE OPP HANG THAT BOY BY HIS NECK
I KNOW THAT YOU ARE A ROOKIE I AM A VET

NOW WHY IN THE FUCK WOULD YOU SWING IF I HAD A TEC?

##INDACUT 3 (Lyrics in desc.)

“im talking hunnid dollar bills”
#T2K
prod by beatsbytaz

time to kill

#i #can’t #fold! [yk]

Boy don’t put me next to these niggas,

That can’t get they weight up,

Get it one way or another,

Make a nigga pay up,

I’m a up close type nigga,

So i don’t fuck wit lay ups,

Wit eclipse and all my niggas,

Can’t a problem phase us,

I’m in, 

If a bag wit ya,

All these mean bitches,

Needa ask, is yo dad wit ya,

Is some green wit ya,

If it ain’t, i hope some cash hit ya,

Keep on playin wit yo money,

Bet it ain’t gone last wit ya,



Keep on fuckin wit me,

You gon end up like the last nigga,

I don’t fight with bitches,

Cause I know they like to drag niggas,

Know these bitch niggas

Keep on givin me a bad look,

Bruh don’t try to read me,

You gon end up wit a bad book,

In the crib, tryna flip a bank,

Got me learnin physics,

You ain’t shit behind the screen

You ain’t really wit it,

You a lie like a fairytale,

Is you bout yo business?

Imma Give em hell,

Send that nigga up and let him meet a christian,

He gon meet me first,

Run his mouth,

He might end up on a new t shirt,

I don’t trust nobody,

I don’t wanna work,

I’m professional,

Wit money, bet you wouldn’t even see me curse,

Bet you wouldn’t even see me cuss,

Know these niggas ain’t finna last long,

they won’t see me up,

All these mf think i’m done,

They ain’t seen enough,

He gon end up on the street,

Someone clean eem up,



I bet it ain’t gon last,

I bet it ain’t gon grow,

Nigga playin wit them stick,

Like he jasiah wit that pole,

Gordon Ramsay wit that bread,

Don’t be playing wit my dough,

Gettin rich before i’m thirty,

That’s the mf goal,

You worried bout a hoe,

I’m tryna get dem double O’s,

Break a couple ones,

Run it back and double those,

Bitch i’m married to the game,

So i could never love a hoe,

She be fuckin wit dem fake niggas,

We don’t fuck wit those,

WIT YA (p. akeno)

#smokinmydoe

#smokinmydope (prod. kazi)

Zorechild: (Verse 1)
in the Dark Abyss hanging with shadows’ 
you lack of light no matter where you go the sun won’t travel
I’m back on yo’ head like raindrops on Saturday’s 
i was 13 minus the 0 makes my age 
made plays, made waves, you copied like everything 
when 7incere dropped his song you tried to bite it like fangs 
i couldn’t get disrespected by son’s who act neglected 
where’s ya father “WHAT?” 
I can’t find yo dad that’s a problem that’s a issue 
I’m principal you student here’s dismissal 
my 30’ finna blow you see my rocket and this missile
I launch on you like Kim Jong-un 
you’ll be screaming life’s over then you hear kaboom 
That’s the sounds of me blowing you out the country  
most nigga’s haven’t bump you not once since 2020 
Taking shots to the face now your vision ain’t 20/20 
the way his body vanish like mysterious’s 20/20 
Chant 3x i’m forming a spell it’s getting bloody

Zorechild: (Verse 2)
of course niggas know my icy flow, I could mumble words, or repeat ‘em bet It still would blow 
my dick Is for yo’ sisters said they wanted strokes take it slow
let you cry in peace stop the bitching acting like a hoe 
now I rlly get it, you and sadtrap share most things in common 
Y’all both wanted to die was it cause the stuff I’ve comment? 
I only said what’s needed but y’all took it so responsive 
straight bitches, no wonder why these niggas stay bitch less
stop the simping, how many girls played up in yo’ face? 
put that bitch back in check before I have to set her straight 
if my girl was caught cheating I would run a track race
only pussy’s like finesse let his chick pay all the dates 
Lack of dominance can’t respect no guy who dress provocative
You still the same didn’t wanna change around when college hit
back up on the lab screaming nonsense that ain’t talented 
Suicide watch on sadghost we at his mama crib (yeah)

Zorechild: (Verse 3)
No He-man how I keep the blade right beside me
Top dog niggas can’t keep up with almighty 
feel like the captain of this ship Batten down the hatches
Ahoy, matey with these pirates we got eye patches 
Rolling yo’ dead folks you niggas dead put in ashes 
national opp day let’s celebrate and get to passing 
I’m sharing blunts, Fuck Finesse, gas that I’m packing 
boutta get smacked kush smelly stinky like some zaza
long dreads’s Rasta
Lucky I ain’t pop ya
shawty ride like copter 
getting to the choppa
heard them aliens coming, ray gun finna blast beam put to yo’ stomach (nigga)
Me and my gang doing drive by’s got UFO’s 
feel like the Martian’s in this hoe a nigga stay unknown 
i was lost up in these files concealed leave me alone 
Till I made a comeback they clapping for my return 
our bullet’s come flying at yo’ squad got ‘em marching 
them dog’s outside ain’t no running from the barking 
Said fuck yo’ whole squad all you niggas is my targets 
I’m never missing shot’s best believe my aim’s marking 
YK pussy nigga tasia that’s 4ever what you repping
get to stepping cause those bullets live in weapons
Mass-murder maybe I should stop the killing it’s refreshing 
who you testing? cartel pulling up gang beheading

On Go!! (prod. kindenthe3rd)

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