IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

(art by @ytridytrid)
(@dirtybutt on ig)

LYRICS:
I’ll tell that lil boy go and check his ego
Cause last week he was worried bout a repost
I’m in the backseat and I’m toting two deagles
You don’t want that smoke uh cause this ones lethal

I haven’t had no reason to scream
In the back of the club and I’m sipping chlorine
And a cop getting jumped if he walk up to me
I just walked out of jail with his blood on my feet
Imma pop my pills 
Snort white nose filled
Getting used to my life only going downhill 
In love with my meds just how I feel
Got freak hoe over imma make her guts spill
Yeah and I hate who I am 
And my gangs posted up like US in Iran
I don’t care bout my life imma crash when I land
Put a shot in my head just cause I can
Yeah yeah where you at now?
Like pull up and he get out the back ground
I done sent one text she said go blow her back out
Sun up to sun down posted up when it’s black ou

EGO (PROD. KILLHEARTACHE + YO.CTRL)

GXNER:
IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

BXSHXR (@bxshxr):
IG: https://www.instagram.com/bxshxrvii/
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/51IjD9GhqxRhb0vwUbc04J?si=UznbaJlOTU6mXjrv56u7rA&nd=1

Shisui (@shisuiwuzhere):
IG: https://www.instagram.com/sh1su1m1najj/
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/4dnnLLjVy760kMxFsz06EH

Lord Distortion (@distortionthe1):
IG: https://www.instagram.com/lorddistortion/
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/43tKe2VlroCkY1eSfcwp7f?si=MmYLf4opTl6Vk-eI-J840w&nd=1

$TRANDED (@strandead)
IG: https://www.instagram.com/strandead36/

Art by @obojenavena

MURDER RATE (FEAT. BXSHXR + SHISUI + LORD DISTORTION) (PROD. $TRANDED)

LINKS:
IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

(produced by @kidsnorlax)
(art by @rejectedreyna and @thisishallxween)

LYRICS:

Swear to God I love you so oh why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie left my bunny backpack at home
Swear to God I love you so oh why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie left my bunny backpack at home

Look back strike a pose
Foreign car, designer clothes
Paparazzi take a shot, I'm about to hit the road
Look back strike a pose
Foreign car, designer clothes
Paparazzi take a shot, I'm about to hit the road

Yeah I'm in the club posted up at the door
And I got my trues on all designer clothes
Shawty wearing nylon snap me through her phone
Like shawty take the night off hop inside the Rolls
I drop how much on my clothes like I don't even know
This a dead bunny bag I be matching with my bro
This a True Religion hoodie I'm a wear it on the road
And when I leave the club I'm a spend the night alone

Swear to God I love you so oh why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie left my bunny backpack at home
Swear to God I love you so oh why are you running?
I'm the virus there's no antidote so I get to cutting
I got studded belts, black clothes, truey jeans, bad hoes
Bloody truey hoodie left my bunny backpack at home

BLOODY TRUEY HOODIE (PROD. KIDSNORLAX)

IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

(art @rejectedreyna)
(prod @fonywallace + @cadenbobaden)

LYRICS:
Miss one shot, wonder where my aim at
Reticle highlight on his head like a face tat
Shots gonna turn him into Soulja how we crank dat
Drive be 120 like we on a race track
My pockets get fatter, they look like Rick Ross
He talkin stupid get slapped up, he look like Chris Rock
My meat gon drag cross her face like she put on lip gloss
She throw it back to my song and post it on Tiktok

That boy catchin knuckles, throwing punches like I'm Floyd
You know I'm swerving lanes causing crashes out the Royce
Shawty suck me up, use her mouth, lose her voice
And my choppa shake him up it gonna leave him Cameron Boyce
He getting chin checked in the pit I've had enough
Shawty liking how I taste so I sit it on her tongue
He get smoked like a vape ho we hittin his lungs
Straight chillin in the wraith, wanna street race or some?
Wanna street race or some, Imma put him on the curb
Imma let my weapon talk, imma let that .30 burst
This extendo on the glock gonna double how it hurts
Yeah I'm screaming for some cash you still gotta go to work (laugh track)
Uh take my money out the ATM
Bought another chopper now I'm slayin like it's pay to win
Uh yeah I made a major m
Hittin every shot like Kobe now the Lakers win
And my shawty so bad she hittin higher notes
13 shots hit him man we did him like Silento
Creeping down the building, Yeah I know it's gettin quiet tho
Shout out Tony stark ho I'm toting on an iron pole

Miss one shot, wonder where my aim at
Reticle highlight on his head like a face tat
Shots gonna turn him into Soulja how we crank dat
Drive be 120 like we on a race track
My pockets get fatter, they look like Rick Ross
He talkin stupid get slapped up, he look like Chris Rock
My meat gon drag cross her face like she put on lip gloss
She throw it back to my song and post it on Tiktok

Imma turn him to a dead man
Straight head shots, hit his head man
Keep a glick tucked and a vest man
If he switch up blow his head in
Yeah someone had to let you know
I be lurkin in the night check the window
I be wearing all black match the tint hoe
My hoe foreign she be matching with the whip hoe

CRANK DAT (PROD. FONY WALLACE + CADENBOBADEN)

IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

(prod @takizava)
(art @bobfrxst)

@whereisdox voice acting, lore begins

LYRICS:
Nah I really can't decide anymore
Do I wanna take your life? I can't lie well of course
Imma make his body slide out the porsche
That boy talking online, now his spine gon contort
Never tripping bout a hoe
Gonna keep it on the low
Stupid boy is causing problems, now they looking for his bones
I be stepping stepping stepping got margiellas on the floor
He thought we left him left him left him spin back and let it blow
I'm not mentally stable is that okay?
I think everydays a struggle I wake up and want to break
I've been staying up all night and then sleeping through the day
I been questioning my life is it really worth the pain

One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
Is this really why we live?
One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
Is this really why we live?

Oh my god I'm pissed off grab my choppa then I blow his face
New margiela kicks on, why I'm stepping always outta place
Imma take your limbs off, now your life is getting stripped away
Only thing that's guaranteed is your face and my 8 inch blade
I remember how you doubted me
Now I'm making double then your parents with no salary
Now you're coming back around and saying that you're proud of me
I hate everybody imma douse your house in gasoline
I don't even got to answer bro I'm making bigger moves
You been nothing but a cancer so I got an attitude
And this hatchet take your face off but I will go stab you too
Light a match and then I race off but my flames are after you

One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
Is this really why we live?
One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
One day somethings got to give
Is this really why we live?

SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

GXNERS LINKS
IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

@heptaknot LINKS
IG: www.instagram.com/heptaknot/
Twitter: twitter.com/heptaknot

(prod. @og-abi + @beatforthefuture )
(art @heptaknot)

LYRICS:
Gxner:
Yeah, yeah hear my name out his mouth he gonna dead that
Heat on my back going off like a jetpack
I put my knife deep right where your flesh at
He underground, he lay where I step at
I'm walking around but I step where his neck at
30 round clip it's tucked with the tec yeah
I keep a stick it's gonna blow your boys head back

Yeah I know
I'm at your crib in your home
Yeah I know
We took you out on the low
Spine broke yeah I'm out collecting your bones
Spine broke yeah I'm out collecting your bones
(Collecting your bones)

Yeah, yeah hear my name out his mouth he gonna dead that
Heat on my back going off like a jetpack
I put my knife deep right where your flesh at
He underground, he lay where I step at
I'm walking around but I step where his neck at
30 round clip it's tucked with the tec yeah
I keep a stick it's gonna blow your boys head back
Uh Uh man I paint the walls with your brain
Pockets got racks make it drop like some rain
No I don't lack, I just up it and bang
Uh Uh man I'm just gonna show you some pain
He starting a problem, I end it today
And I grab my shovel I'm digging your grave
He throwing knuckles I'm swinging my blade up
He falling off bro I'm finna stay up
Not with the static, I'm bringing the tazer
Do it outta habit I set him ablaze uh huh
I put this clip to his face uh huh
We gonna take out his legs uh huh
I'm finna take off his chain uh huh
Now that boy fighting the flames uh huh

Yeah I know
I'm at your crib in your home
Yeah I know
We took you out on the low
Spine broke yeah I'm out collecting your bones
Spine broke yeah I'm out collecting your bones
(Collecting your bones)
Yeah I know
I'm at your crib in your home
Yeah I know
We took you out on the low
Spine broke yeah I'm out collecting your bones
Spine broke yeah I'm out collecting your bones
(Collecting your bones)

Heptaknot:
?

COLLECTION (FEAT. HEPTAKNOT) (PROD. OG ABI + QURAN)

IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

(prod @takizava + @akvri + @graden + @user-626310066 )

(art @hexdshxwt )

LYRICS:

Yeah, I'm in the big body and toting a shotty it's taking your dome out
Hoe you a fan you straight copy the whole sound
Shawty be bad I'm straight dogging her throat out
Shooter named Kevin he bring the eleven, I'm subtracting seven. I'm bringing the four out
I keep a stick gonna rip through the whole crowd
thirty round clip I don't need to reload now
Yeah , we gonna put a Nvzi in his place
I be stepping in these stompers, new rockers okay
Yeah hoe imma let you hang
If one persons in my way we're gonna up the murder rate
Yeah stupid hoe, you can't be main
This a toolie hoe, it gonna hit your brain
Put the barrel in his mouth, make him Kurt Cobain
Aye imma grab my knife, I feel like Ghost Face
Looking in the mirror I think imma really do it
And imma push the blade through, feel like Billy Loomis
And we are not the same dude, I'm really moving
And he gon get lobotomized, turn him stupid

I'm trying to be everything that you need
I'm trying but it's getting harder to breathe
Oh, I'm lying awake in my bed I can't sleep
And these thoughts fill my head, is she better with me?
Just to see you again there's a river I'd bleed
I won't leave you again, you are my everything
You are my everything
You are my everything
Bones they break it's not enough
Drag my name right through the mud
Silent days, I always hush
Burn away I'm always snuffed
Bones they break it's not enough
Drag my name right through the mud
Silent days, I always hush
Burn away I'm always snuffed

ALWAYS THE SAME (PROD. TAKIZAVA + AKVRI + GRADEN + SXZU)

LINKS

GXNER:
IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

Kill Dyll (@kill_dyll)
IG: www.instagram.com/killxdyll/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/1r5YzslA0QwyIZISgHJrU7

art @spiiral

LYRICS:
Gxner:

Imma hop out the whip
He ain't run, ain't run, ain't run, ain't run get low
Big stock and a clip
My gun, my gun, my gun, my gun unload
New rocks for the kicks
I step, I step, I step, I step on throats
Get rocked in the pit
His neck, chin checked, now his face laying down, it broke
And he think he hard cuz he yelled on the beat but that's something that I would've scrapped
And I dropped a bag on this Audi, I'm pushing a hundred, I'm doing the dash
I grip it like I'm outta Saudi, I'm putting a bullet inside of his back
And they never finding his body, if I miss my shotty then he gettin stabbed

Dyll:
Body's catch bullets like a light to a moth
Fuckers try to press me, never knowin what it cost
Pushin ever bullet, every blade til they rot
Dead lullabies in their mind when I'm out

When out imma kill
What I'm bout bouta fill

Ever body with a shell
Is it fake, is it real
Bouta Swallow every pill
Just to feel something still
Imma take what I can
What I can't I am feelin
Im pealing back scalps
What I'm about
In constant agony
That's what I shout

Kill for the culture
And Kill for the clout
Dyll ain no vulture
He'll make you a spout
Imma be making it with or without
The fuckers against me
You Better watch out

Re up no payment
I'm pushin his face in
The curb in the pavement
The fuckers that hate me
Are really displacing
My thrown next to satan
Fuck you I hate em
I leave em encased in
A tomb, not located
A stain on my sneaker
You're nothing but faded
Nothing but jaded

Existence erased
I'm nothing but cold
Imma be Killin it til I am old
See him so brazy
Think that he tall
That fucker is lazy
I'll make him real small

Duck all these bullets
My k like to blow
His friends in the back all fold
And scream
GET LOW

Gxner:
Big stock and a clip
My gun, my gun, my gun, my gun unload
New rocks for the kicks
I step, I step, I step, I step on throats
Get rocked in the pit
His neck, chin checked, now his face laying down, it broke
And he think he hard cuz he yelled on the beat but that's something that I would've scrapped
And I dropped a bag on this Audi, I'm pushing a hundred, I'm doing the dash
I grip it like I'm outta Saudi, I'm putting a bullet inside of his back
And they never finding his body, if I miss my shotty then he gettin stabbed

GET LOW (FEAT. KILL DYLL) (PROD. CRVLLLY)

LYRICS:
This choppa gonna bang it take your exhale
And you disgust me, tie my neck up with your entrails
Sniper really on your head like some pig tails
Sniper really leave him dead, he get blicked there
Watch my mental fade to grey
Hate myself I'm not okay
Gotta pistol in my right, in the left I got a shank
And he talking all online like I don't know where he stay
If he really got a problem make his shoulder dislocate
We leave him stranded
We gon' cut his arms off, bro gon' need a bandage
Imma leave him paralyzed, hoe I can not stand him
Lock on aim like a tattoo, hoe we got him branded
All I'm feelin is the jet lag, hoe I just landed
I'm inside of your place, cut the power
We make his body drop dead, Twin Towers
Sticks on me, got sticks on me you'll meet your final hours
Glick on me there's 30 rounders tucked inside my trousers

Yaux:
Body scorched yuh
Imma leave em torched yuh yuh
Sight distort yuh
Blood spill out in quarts

Show you to my basement imma take you on a tour
Blade up to your throat I know it hurts I’m wanting more

Dumb hoe what you want tho I can be your final breath uh
Pussy you a rookie I can smoke you like some meth uh
Switch up like a tassel your shit stink just like an asshole 
Suck me up like it a blackhole she can fit like all my length uh 

Been with the shit so long, got me toxic
You don’t got the key lil bitch need a lock pick
Smoking on cat piss you got that dog shit
Knocking on your backdoor bitch you better lock it

I gave her D so she call me professor
Im like a diamond I’m good under pressure
Bitch im a god so I’m changing the weather
Hop in the pit I’m still wearing a sweater

Gxner:
Watch my mental fade to grey
Hate myself I'm not okay
Gotta pistol in my right, in the left I got a shank
And he talking all online like I don't know where he stay
If he really got a problem make his shoulder dislocate

SCORCHED (FEAT. YAUX + GUAP SENSEI + BISSIBOI) (PROD. $TRANDED)

LYRICS:
Yeah, I can't lie that's my fault
Finna make the earth shake muddy step on side walk
We be aiming both ways, in your room with lights off
Put a hole in your face, finna take your eyes off
Yeah hoe don't get it he not hard
Yeah I'm big stepping, weapon toting on your boulevard
Yeah my team deck him, I'm a hit his head he seeing stars
Hold up chin check him, if he got a problem meet my arm
Bro don't get it he can't talk
Swerve right, catching bodies out my Bentley Truck
Make him red mist, finna turn that hoe to dust
He get skinned like a deer, just to keep it a buck
Keep acting like your OVO like hoe we know your not
Mixing codeine in my sode hoe, I'm sipping on some wok
With some soldiers and we tote some poles they hit you while you walk
And they not aiming for some coma hoe, they put you under rocks

@blurryy
Look like a movie when I land
She want me to be her man
But I might just fuck her friend
Might just do it cause I can
Ride around in that foreign, ayy, err
Lift your bitch cuz she was boring, ayy ahh
She want me back, they ain't want me nah
Boutta pop like some rocks
And I drop with the mop uh huh
Look like a movie when I land
She want me to be her man
But I might just fuck her friend
Might just do it cause I can
Ride around in that foreign, ayy, err
Lift your bitch cuz she was boring, ayy ahh
She want me back, they ain't want me nah
Boutta pop like some rocks
And I drop with the mop uh huh

Gxner:
Tell him you can't escape
Like reunite with the grave
Body bag where you hang
Like reuinte with the grave
Tell him you can't escape
Like reunite with the grave
Body bag where you hang
Like reuinte with the grave

REUNITE WITH THE GRAVE (FEAT. LIL BLURRY) (PROD. TAKIZAVA + DIKLORDEFENIL + REMORSE713)

LYRICS:
Uh, stomp his head and crush into angel dust
Stupid talking on the net like I can't go and cut him up
Hoe I'm rocking Arcteryx but I still got one tucked
I don't even need a vest hoe, I'm fully snuffed up
I'm the reason you get gangstalked
30 of us hit your head, blow your brain off
And if I don't kill you dead, then it rains huh
I still got a hornhead check my face huh
I haven't felt okay in weeks
Man my vision start to tweak
And if something doesn't change then my wrists are gonna leak
And my shawty grade A boutta fill her ovaries
Everything is gonna break, ain't no one surviving me
And I'm really at your door ding dong
And if shawty think I want her then she know she dead wrong
And I'm really crushing skulls hoe I state in my song
And we really going mordum, Craig gonna take your limbs off
Uh you aren't immortal that I know
Imma different breed hoe I'm really going rogue
This a big stick hoe get low
Real drive by boy get off the road
Imma make your breath stop now
Talking stupid that's why you get stomped out
Imma make your breath stop now
Talking stupid that's why you get stomped out

Yeah we really making sound out the whip
If he really gotta problem I got rounds in this clip
Yeah big body swerve around, let it rip
Put his body under mounds, hundred rounds meet his lip
Two xans now I'm stepping cross the road
My hoe built like Mulan how she gonna cut you whole
My vest bulletproof huh, you ain't giving me no holes
What this cleaver do? Uh it's gonna remove your soul
Yeah we out hunting in the night
Put his name down, he gonna fall like I'm Light
Imma chop him up, bloodstains on my Offwhite
Love guns but put a hole in the Alt Right

Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Swerve round in a hearse
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Swerve round in a hearse
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Swerve round in a hearse
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Put him under the earth
Swerve round in a hearse

UNDER THE EARTH (PROD. TAKIZAVA + DIKLORDEFENIL)

LINKS:

GXNER:
IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

DNFJAY (@dnfjay):
IG: www.instagram.com/dnfjay/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/3ijzC6W6J…fqF-QiIXpfw&nd=1
Twitter: twitter.com/awilddnfjay

art: afxtik
prod: takizava + veno

LYRICS:

GXNER:
Yeah, lower the barrel to my gut
I got problems open up the pills then I dump
Said I'm rotten, imma turn your fam into dust
Stick gon' jam let it bust, mental fail I mean none
Late at night I can't help but lie awake
All my friends are prolly fake
Got no reason for a faith
Half the looks are prolly shade
Yelling just to go escape
I love giving my best effort just to end up second place

JAY:
cancer in my ribcage
to make me feel all right
and would you tell me how you feel if i
lay cold on the bathroom floor
shine light on the cocaine
can you help me
get a nosebleed
are you scared when you're with me

WALKIN WITH A BOMB IN MY HANDS
ITS A PROBLEM IN FACT
WHY YOU WASTING MY TIME
NO I CANT GET IT BCK

GXNER:
Yeah, I throw my phone at the window can't deal with the stress
I gotta battle my head
I gotta strattle these thoughts and then fall to the depths
Quick gotta catch on my breath
I wanna take my own face off, need it to break off
I wanna take out my flesh
I don't think I'll ever get it right
I don't think I'll ever get it right
I don't think I'll ever get it right
I don't think I'll ever get it right

JAY:
GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME
THERES NO SAVING ME
BANGIN ON MY DOOR
BITCH YOU WANTED MORE
ASK ME WHAT ITS WORTH
BURIED IN THE EARTH
THERES NO SAVING ME
SAVE THOSE FUCKIN WORDS

BREAKDOWN WHY YOU CRYIN OUT
CAUSE YOU SAID IT AGAIN FOR THE LAST TIME
BUT IM NOT HERE
DROWNIN UNDERWATER
BUT IT SEEMS FINE BY ME

FORGOT TO ASK IF YOUD DIE FOR ME

NO SAVING ME (FEAT. DNFJAY) (PROD. TAKIZAVA + VENO)

IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

prod @og-abi

art @ytridytrid

LYRICS:

Yeah, I'm in the cut they gon' slide on me so I'm tucking my chain
Yeah, He said his homie got sight on me so I'm flipping the frame
Yeah, I said "It's over, this .9 on me and It's itching to bang"
Yeah, I call up Dirty I tell him "we up and that just ain't gon' change"

I get extreme, this ain't gon' change
I make him spill out, lookin like drank
I shoot his wheels out, swerve out the lane
I'm in the field now, I'm making plays
Yeah, how he so short but he talkin like that?
I can't wear no shorts cuz my pockets too fat
And he look like a dork when he wearing that mask
I can't feel my head I took the oxy, hit the floor
Now his shot gon hit my chest, it hit my vest, I'm taking more
You know I can't feel a thing ho, my heart turning cold
You know I be sipping lean feel like Thugger moving slow
I can't feel my head I took the oxy, hit the floor
Now his shot gon hit my chest, it hit my vest, I'm taking more
You know I can't feel a thing ho, my heart turning cold
You know I be sipping lean feel like Thugger moving slow

Yeah, I'm in the cut they gon' slide on me so I'm tucking my chain
Yeah, He said his homie got sight on me so I'm flipping the frame
Yeah, I said "It's over, this .9 on me and It's itching to bang"
Yeah, I call up Dirty I tell him "we up and that just ain't gon' change"

I just made a rack off merch, I just made a rack off shirts
How I make a rack off of yelling? Yeah, I'm gonna tax for a verse
How I make a rack off of selling? I'm buying a pack then reverse
My little brodie a felon he's known to put em in the dirt
And he put a hole in your melon, you leaking red it's gonna squirt
I keep a pole ain't no tellin when everybody getting merked
And I take a soul with this shell and now everybody in a hearse
And I put a hole in his head, one shotgun turn him into Kurt

Yeah, I'm in the cut they gon' slide on me so I'm tucking my chain
Yeah, He said his homie got sight on me so I'm flipping the frame
Yeah, I said "It's over, this .9 on me and It's itching to bang"
Yeah, I call up Dirty I tell him "we up and that just ain't gon' change"

SLIDE ON ME (PROD. OG ABI)

IG: www.instagram.com/yxuragxner/
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/0NUH2RWvdkFdWSnv8iD3VW
Twitter: twitter.com/yxuragxner

prod @ihytrevor + @takizava

art @afxtik

https://open.spotify.com/track/68WSHSEjzVuDdE3wDxAZL0?si=9b690045806448de

Lyrics:

Hoe I love my cleaver, imma put it in your rib cage
Torture in the chamber, he need bandages like Sensei
She said “hit it from the back” don’t care what her friends say
All my ladies dressed in black, kill you just like Wednesday

Shoot him dead, I don’t want nobody leaving
We gon’ gut him now, I think Trevor need his kidney
We gon’ string him out and then hang him from the ceiling
He be bleeding out, I like watching as he’s leaking
I took out too many, pass the stick on to my dog
How you dropping out of school but still can’t stand to drop a song?
How you begging us for food but still can’t go and get a job?
How you lose two competitions and act like you still the boss?
Hope I catch you at a show, I could beat you into a sauce
You the size of every hoe, pick your chin up like when you talk
BB Simon on my waist, can’t remember like what’s the cost?
All my homies swinging sticks when we pull up, look like we golf

Hoe I love my cleaver, imma put it in your rib cage
Torture in the chamber, he need bandages like Sensei
She said “hit it from the back” don’t care what her friends say
All my ladies dressed in black, kill you just like Wednesday

M4 on my left with an AK on the right
If he breathing hit his chest, rounds gon’ penetrate the spine
I’m in the field you still a ref, hit you even with the stripes
Really don’t got nothing left, I’ll be okay like if I die
Gotta new check imma blow it
I love my racks but i’m still gon’ throw it
She call me Dad, know that I’m chosen
Grip on his neck, I’m leaving him choking
Mac and straps on me, straps gon’ blow him like a sneeze
We gon’ tag and bag his team, then we put him underneath

Hoe I love my cleaver, imma put it in your rib cage
Torture in the chamber, he need bandages like Sensei
She said “hit it from the back” don’t care what her friends say
All my ladies dressed in black, kill you just like Wednesday

WEDNESDAY (PROD. IHYTREVOR + TAKIZAVA)

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features in order:
@issbrokie - issbrokie
@strandead - $tranded
@m_ay77 - nowarden
@orgetplus - orgetplus
@yaffeyaffe - yaffe
@gorttt - gort
@pixldustt - pixi
@bissiboi - bissi
@yungtraz - semtexxx
@quankk - quankk
@heptaknot - heptaknot
@kill_dyll - killdyll
@lope-dope - lopedope
@unclegrant - uncle grant

BYUNGY CYPHER (ALL FEATS IN DESC.)

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ISSBROKIE (@issbrokie )
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All these bands steady busting out the safe
Like a ram I be flying to LA
Do a dance ho, drop and gimme face
Ho i’m way too faded should’ve joined the Yodie Gang
These hoes acting stupid I can’t answer
All these racks are coming in, count ‘em up until my hands hurt
I get trigger happy, i’m not talking no Skylanders
All you rapper be my sons, need to put you in some pampers
Yeah up that chopper, up that switch
Turn him to a gymnast, how these bullets make him flip?
We gonna spin him like a Beyblade, then I let it rip
You gon’ put me in a cage? I’m still taking out his ribs

Dirtnap, give that boy a dirtnap
Dirtbag, blood stained on my shirt bad
Dirtnap, give that boy a dirtnap
Twerk that, imma throw these big racks

DIRTNAP (FEAT. ISSBROKIE) (PROD. DIKLORDEFENIL)

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Uh yeah, let me hang him off the roof
This ho tell me "come outside" she still end up in my room
Uh yeah, you abandoning your crew
You know I be writing bars, let your favorite rapper use

Yeah and I rip these hoes apart in about five ways
Addicted to murder, I'm still spinning driveways
She eat my banana, that ho like a primate
She use her skull said that I'm giving migraines
Off IPA's and I can't even drive straight
Cut off your friends and then wonder who's right hey
Please off yourself, ho I'm hoping you die hey, oh my god
How you live? Everybody in your circle doing fraud
How you live? I could never lend my ho out to my dog
I'm still him, that's why all my pockets covered up in knots
Hoes be simps, how she cheat on you and you write her a song?
Nah I can't feel my face anymore
His bodies chained to the floor
I grab my gun and unload
And I hate how you act like a ho
You acting dumb end up broke
I sit back pockets on swole

Uh yeah, let me hang him off the roof
This ho tell me "come outside" she still end up in my room
Uh yeah, you abandoning your crew
You know I be writing bars, let your favorite rapper use

She said I'm the man, shawty yeah I know I'm him
I can't control my hands, trigger itching when I spin
Ricky on my pants, I got BB on my limbs
Commas I got M's, Got a problem shoot and end
I miss when y'all acted hard, now y'all stay soft
My lil brodie dropped more bodies now then Ad*lf
I be really swinging sticks like I'm at baseball
I'm really playin with a switch turn you to Takeoff

Uh yeah, let me hang him off the roof
This ho tell me "come outside" she still end up in my room
Uh yeah, you abandoning your crew
You know I be writing bars, let your favorite rapper use

UNATTACHED (PROD. DIKLORDEFENIL)

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art obojenavena

We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)

Been some months I really don't like how y'all act
Really don't care bout my music, really do care bout my bag
Spill his blood out like communion, then I drink it up like tap
And I don't care bout solutions, if I see him then I jab
Till he blackout
Big body, imma park it at a trap house
Make bodies outta people in the background
And I love it how they copy all my tracks down
Once his ho pull up I bet she take her rack out
.9 inside the trunk but I keep 1 inside your head
I spent 10 in Saint Laurent and I ain't even cash a check
Put your homie in a blunt and then I go and cast a hex
Imma cut him to my songs, I've really fallen off the edge
I like how it feels as your life leaves my hands
I like how it feels as this knife meets your skin
You can interfere but you'll die in the end
You can interfere but you'll die in the end
I like how they body feel cold
Real rich yeah my ice on cold
Blitz him now you're lifeless ho
Blick him then divide his soul

We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what)

TUMMY TUCK (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

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I hate the internet, I been making money wrong ways
Got a frozen neck and I put my bank on Rod Wave
Imma kill pest, walk up in the function all spray
Lets get into that, quit that acting tough like Broadway
Talking sweet don't feel right
She in love with fiends like
She been asking for a sip so I still pour codiene light
Y'all gon' die like field mice
Amiri jeans with real ice
Imma reach over my shoulder and pull out a real knife

Hop in the function and cut that ho up
I hop in the function that mag I'm gon dump
These hoes hit my line for the fashion I stunt
And I put his head in the back of my trunk
All this 'tussin on me, yeah I'm stacking the cup
All these hundreds on me, I ain't rapping enough
Y'all ain't gonna kill me you capping for what?
If I'm in the venue then all you are done
I got death on my mind
Ripping flesh from his spine
Imma chop your homie up till I got red in my eyes
I got red in my ice
Mixing tech with the sprite
And like everytime you leave I make a mess with a knife

I hate the internet, I been making money wrong ways
Got a frozen neck and I put my bank on Rod Wave
Imma kill pest, walk up in the function all spray
Lets get into that, quit that acting tough like Broadway
Talking sweet don't feel right
She in love with fiends like
She been asking for a sip so I still pour codiene light
Y'all gon' die like field mice
Amiri jeans with real ice
Imma reach over my shoulder and pull out a real knife

INTERNET (PROD. TAKIZAVA + DIKLORDEFENIL) (HOSTED BY DJ SHADOW BIDEN)

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NOWARDEN ( @m_ay77 ):
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lyrics:

Yeah walk up in the function get a wig split
Imma make the plug walk like I'm Rich The Kid
My cup dirty, I be sipping muddy liquid
My bank big like I'm getting money printed
Trackhawk, shoutout Autumn! I ain't rent this
Financial aids all of y'all getting transmitted
New drac talk once and you get lifted
Mulsanne, switch lanes how we drifting
Yeah, I be stepping stupid how I walk
I got BB on my wrist with the Gucci on my socks
I got codeine in my piss, I don't even gotta cough
And my sniper never miss even when he trickshots
I got two hoes imma make 'em lip lock
I got two poles like I'm skiing, Jack Frost
Free Thug, let him out the padlock
I got no love tell her "quit the back talk"

Puttin' yo momma in a coma with this dick game
In the hood they call me "Rachel", that's my nickname
Hit a bitch once and then I'm gone like a ghost
I don't fuck with that bitch cause she do the most
You mad 'bout what I say, I like to troll
Yeah, trained professional, that's how I roll
I hate music and I hate J. Cole
Don't care if that's a man, that's an extra hole
Tell Gorejit I'm about to steal his whole flow
"Yes, I did 9/11, yeah, I made the towers blow"
95 Lope Dope runnas always know I keep that tool
All these f****** Hunter Biden cause they always grip that juul
I hate f****** even if I'm gay, fuck Nas X
Left you on follow back on IG for 4 months
Don't talk to me if you don't do your own stunts

Yeah, how they say I fell off? I'm still doubling they pay
Want a verse then payoff, if you broke then get a raise
All these rappers gay dog, swear to God y'all got aids
Imma scam your grandma for a 30 like I'm Jake
Let off 83 shots, then I empty his bank
I hate 83 let me keep it frank
I'm in love with chop, watch me empty that schwank
Shoutout Gibby, that's my bro we gon' get lank

DIRTY (FEAT. NOWARDEN) (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

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art ram0na

prod diklordefenil + takizava

Lyrics:

Uh, when I hit the show that hoe be going dark
Then I grab the Rolls, I hit the road that hoe be push to start
Then I grab my pole, I'm with the smoke, I'm posted like a cart
Once this choppa blow, I feel Van Gogh I spray you into art
Big knocker like a speaker in my right hand
I be dropping all these bodies like a minute man
And I'm really good your hoe wanna mention man
I be really catching bodies off of Instagram
Dump his body I'm posted up like a pro
This an armed robbery now shut up and give me more
I'm at the morgue chopping I like it more when they cold
There's just no stopping you're dying here on the road
Watch his body go limp then I laugh
Yes you're dying and there's no strings attached
Long strides, Imma chase on your track
Long knife, blood stains on my rag
I get stupid with that tool
I'm smoking hoes out like a juul
It look like red dye in the pool
And off the oxy imma drool
I hope you rappers kick the stool
Said "I'm the king hoe, let me rule"
Sneaking xans right up in school
I got nobody left to lose

Yeah I stay in the way, I up my K then double back
Got like how much to my name? Hoe check my plays, Hoe check my stats
Off cocaine, can't keep the pace I might just have a heart attack
Like okay, you staying paid ain't done a show since like Chiraq
I can't play these rappers gay, still got they knives up in my back
She complain I know she straight though when I buy a Birkin Bag
When I spray I aim for brains, no I don't like to hurt when tap
BB Simons on my waist and on my face I got a mask
I got wok up in my Sprite, I mix lean right up with ice
And all my shots I aim to kill, when I shoot I be precise
What I cop came with a seal, so I'm pouring up a pint
I remembered who stayed real, rest of y'all be switching sides
Yeah I just dropped a pill, it be fizzing in my soda
Wockhardt then grab the wheel, I can't drive right when I'm sober
He be reaching I can feel so I put one in his shoulder
Enemy nuke incoming, it's over
Yeah I stay in the way, I up my K then double back
Got like how much to my name? Hoe check my plays, Hoe check my stats
Off cocaine, can't keep the pace I might just have a heart attack
Like okay, you staying paid ain't done a show since like Chiraq
I can't play these rappers gay, still got they knives up in my back
She complain I know she straight though when I buy a Birkin Bag
When I spray I aim for brains, no I don't like to hurt when tap
BB Simons on my waist and on my face I got a mask

KEEP THE PACE (PROD. DIKLORDEFENIL + TAKIZAVA)

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Yeah hoes are gonna call i’ll be the first one not to answer
Perky gon’ dissolve I dropped like ten inside my Fanta
All I sip is wock, I pour a line up like a stanza
I get quick to dropping bodies I feel like a necromancer
Cut him till he cold, blood loss make him pale
Stick it in her gut, now that hoe look impaled
getting sick right from the cup, all this syrup got me snail
Imma split your homie up, half and half look like Dale
I don’t know what i’m on I just can’t see straight
I don’t know which I want, two hoes can’t save
Point a stick at his lungs now these goes gon’ shake
I’m too into these drugs now my hoe wanna break up 
Wock up in my chaser
My hoe too fine she don’t even wear no make up
Purp in Mellow Yellow now my cup look like the Lakers
Poured two lines that’s a score like a lay up
I up my stick we gon’ make the advance
I can’t see straight like i’m back on the xans
I got simons on waist, still i’m sagging my pants
I’m so geeked that my brain always stuck in a trance 

New blick by my waist uh
I’m too geeked I can’t tell if this laced uh
I’m too high, dropped a line in my Faygo
New headlights, I could die in this Range Rover

Brand new drac I feel kickback
got oxys, percs, i mix with Act
Hoes come in 2s look like Kit Kats
BB Belt my Trues still sag
Lose myself, still keep my bag
I choose myself these hoes can’t match
I love my bank, I love my pape, I love my, I love my cash
Now I gotta chain on my neck, mask still gon’ cover my face
And I put a band on his head, everybody turn and spray 
She in love she confess, I dont even know her name
She in love she confess, I dont even know her name

New blick by my waist uh
I’m too geeked I can’t tell if this laced uh
I’m too high, dropped a line in my Faygo
New headlights, I could die in this Range Rover

FINALLY LEGAL (PROD. TAKIZAVA + Z3NNY + VIRTHY) (HOSTED BY DJ SHADOW BIDEN)

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YAUX: (@yyyaux)
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Yeah cops gon' hit the scene and then I dip
Really strapped up to a bomb when I run into your crib
I still wonder what went wrong as I'm ripping off your limbs
And I done said it in a song, I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live

Hoes gon' know me as the type to dig your grave
How you calling me obsessed when you stalking on my page?
Used to care about a check, now I'm really getting paid
Used to care about them texts, now I block hoes if they fake
Kicking doors now
Like rip the corpse out
And they ain't find him cause his body under boards now
No, I've got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live

Yeah cops gon' hit the scene and then I dip
Really strapped up to a bomb when I run into your crib
I still wonder what went wrong as I'm ripping off your limbs
And I done said it in a song, I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live

IM IN YOUR HEAD BRUH
WITHOUT NO RENT YUH
KEEPIN EM UNDER A DAMN SPELL UH
DONT EVER LET UP
CANT KEEP MY HEAD UP
WHY IT SO HEAVY, I CANT TELL UH
NO ROOM TO STEP UP
I KEEP IT PENT UP
EVERYONE TELL THAT IM UNWELL UH
HEARD WHAT I SAID BRUH
UNDER YOUR BED YUH
I JUST BE TRYING TO FEEL SOMETHING

SWERVIN
TRYNNA SWITCH LANES UH
CURVING
CAUSE YOU BITCH MADE UH
I GOT A HOLE IN MY RIB CAGE YUH
RIP OUT YOUR HEART LIKE A DAMN GAME UH

IM IN YOUR HEAD BRUH
WITHOUT NO RENT YUH
KEEPIN EM UNDER A DAMN SPELL UH
HEARD WHAT I SAID BRUH
UNDER YOUR BED YUH
I JUST BE TRYING TO FEEL SOMETHING

Yeah cops gon' hit the scene and then I dip
Really strapped up to a bomb when I run into your crib
I still wonder what went wrong as I'm ripping off your limbs
And I done said it in a song, I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
I got no room to live
No, I've got no room to live

NO ROOM LEFT (FEAT. YAUX) (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

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Brought a stick inside the club, I'm tryna let a clip fly
Fill the ocean with his blood that boy getting fish fried
I got motion in my cup, I be sipping pink lines
Only aim for neck up, hoe I feel like Rick Grimes
Imma put one in his trachea
Imma pop a x, make my vision hazier
Gripping on this Tec, I ain't rolling with no safety on
I wanna cut his flesh, yeah my mental getting crazier

Bad hoe keep a stick in her purse
I cast a hex, I'm not flawed, hoe I'm cursed
Blade to his neck if he talking absurd
Why wear a vest like we'd pop at your shirt

Yeah, yeah
All the doors are going up on the whip, suicide
We airing out your crib if we in, who alive?
Mixing medicine you can tell by my eyes
And I kick your skull in, Cobra Kai
She kept on calling, I decline
Margiela drawers fit on my thigh
Keep on withdrawing, till decline
My mental falling all the time
Yeah, all the time
All the time
All the time
What what what
If I'm in I got my strap
We gon' run in through the back
I'm the type to grip a pole like these people throwing cash
We gon' put him in a hole like he's right up next to bat
I'm the type to take your soul, raise my stick and give me that
I been sniffing all this white I got bloody on my nose
It's a hit for every track like I done made Rodeo
What I'm rocking it's all black, what I'm wearing I don't know
What I'm rocking it's all black, what I'm wearing I don't know

Brought a stick inside the club, I'm tryna let a clip fly
Fill the ocean with his blood that boy getting fish fried
I got motion in my cup, I be sipping pink lines
Only aim for neck up, hoe I feel like Rick Grimes
Imma put one in his trachea
Imma pop a x, make my vision hazier
Gripping on this Tec, I ain't rolling with no safety on
I wanna cut his flesh, yeah my mental getting crazier

RICK GRIMES (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

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INFRARED (PROD. OG ABI + DIKLORDEFENIL + TAKIZAVA)

KICKSTAND (PROD. TAKIZAVA + MICHAEL LINK)

TRENDSETTER (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

OMO (FEAT. TEDDY SLUGZ) (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

POMPEII (FEAT. MADJAX) (PROD. TAKIZAVA)

SPIRAL (PROD. TAKIZAVA + VENO)

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Yeah, I'm the type to cause a problem when I'm up
Big body ho, hoppin out the lane in Tonka trucks
He be cappin bout it all buddy built like Kid Trunks
He ain't bout to tap at all but my glick is gonna bust

I just popped a benzo where's my RPG
With the weeping willows, body under the trees
I could leave you below just for lookin at me
suppressor like a pillow put a ho back to sleep
ay brand new drac that ho got a kickback
yeah we gon kick your face, give that boy some whiplash
yeah even if it's laced you aint get a script back
I be pushin 90 all up on my whips dash
I just popped a benadryl now I'm hearin lights
now I be mixing minerals makin dirty sprite
we shoot at different intervals, we dont gotta fight
I'm makin triple what you do yellin at a mic
yeah yeah mix the benadryl in x 4

DRYLLER (PROD. IHYTREVOR)

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