Chauncey lyrics: 

Pistol in my belt im tryna up it up it up it
i get super duper high like every day cus fuck it fuck it fuck it
penis out in public who gone suck it suck it suck it
what yu say is not important please just shut it shut shut it

smoking on a evil blunt, everyday i get more evil
i got so much fucking  money i mite really hate poor people
my gun big as fuck dont shoot bullets it shoot torpedos
i think yu should kill yorself, ill give yu a tutorial

my shooters hyperborean 
do drive bys out delorians
they never take they mask off mandalorian
did chauncey fuck yor bitch? im sure did!

every day euphoria
every day im pourin up
every day i orange it up!
FUCK!

hitler in the blunt im smoking gas pack im fat cat
yo bitch i tapped that then she blessed my cash app
im poppin pills like pacman
i  ride around like bat man 
i just hung the tax man
my dick need a lapdance

Pistols in my belt im tryna up it up it up it
i get super duper high like every day cus fuck it fuck it fuck it
penis out in public who gone suck it suck it suck it
what yu say is not important please just shut it shut shut it

bitch i UP IT UP IT UP IT
STIx AND DRUMS I PLAY PERCUSSION
SICS AND HAMMERS LIKE RUSSIAN
she got chauncey in her stomach
FUCK A DOZEN
im a evil vile villain but i love it  
JEFREY DAHMER IN THE KITCHEN GOT A BODY I N OVEN

All my shooters came from rokstaville
lock and load at the constables
im smoking fossil fuel in the tesla and that shit audible
my wrist is tropical like gallapagos
its a obstacle
ballin all in yor optical
got pimpin in my molecules
she passed out on my popsicle then woke up in the hospital
vamanos
hope wen i die i go somewhere diabolical 
dont ask me why im hostile or  im callin all the navajos
they waiting on the signal anen they want all the smoke

Pistol in my belt im tryna up it up it up it
i get super duper high like every day cus fuck it fuck it fuck it
penis out in public who gone suck it suck it suck it
what yu say is not important please just shut it shut shut it

UP IT! [ғᴇᴀᴛ. ɢᴜɴᴋ]

lyrics:

(kami)
Real-deal stepper, come up out the cut
yea lil brodie dodge smoke, boy we buckin or what
i got em stuttering , stumbling, fumbling, over his words cuddy there ain’t no if, ands, or buts
jyeah bitch 
Further the faction, it’s fuck your philosophy
boy you ain’t bout it, fuck allat dishonesty
your death is definite, there ain’t no probably
foot on their necks and it’s fuck your apology

(kami)
i keep on moving i’m never gon rest bitch
i just sold fentanyl percs to a sped kid
stay with the poles like a fucking election 
call me a tutor how i’m finna test him 
Pull it with no hesitation
rocks on my neck, all the diamonds caucasian 
fuck that bitch once ain’t even know what her name is
then i’m gon give her the kick like i’m sheamus 
my fabric designer who the fuck gon tussle
This chopper here lift, i let it burn like Usher
got 2 twin glock, they never separated i guess you say they in love with each other
did all this shit on my own need no manager got VS1 diamonds they colder than canada 
walk in and the ice on my neck change the temperature 
oh that’s yo bitch? sorry brodie i handled her 

(vooted)
strangle her 
beat on that pussy lil bitch ima damage yuh
she do what i say like im mothafuckin manager
me and kami gonna step on the scene its a mothafuckin massacre

(kami)
what the fuck is blud waffling bout
i don’t talk on twitter i just shoot unannounced 
we came strapped we not playing around
yes this choppa finna make a hell of a sound

(vooted)
my niggas dogs in the pound 
try to run up and you lost and not found
gun make yo body hit the mothafuckin ground
and vooted inbound to your town
i pull up at night like a fucking hellhound
i skin his mothafuckin face off
decapitate that nigga wita chainsaw
i am a mothafuckin outlaw
and ill kick that nigga he get lockjaw
bitch im incredible 
making her scream lika festival 
money on decimal 
money get flexible 
yes it get stretchable
he acting skeptical 
aim with the reticle 
turn that lil boy to a vegetable 
make em forgettable 
he need a medical 
soul is no longer accessible 
i done came in this bitch to go murder
i fuck on his bitch then i dip ima dirt her
he act like a bitch cause he know ima hurt her
im talking about him cause he pussy indeed
im never alone all my niggas in 3’s
i keep a gun on my dash
if he want the smoke thats his ass
when im grabbing his face ima smash
oh she want a pretty little mister
blade in her man he got stabbed like a splinter 
tryin to prevent a
mothafucking end yuh

(kami)
Real-deal stepper, come up out the cut
yea lil brodie dodge smoke, boy we buckin or what
i got em stuttering , stumbling, fumbling, over his words cuddy there ain’t no if, ands, or buts
jyeah bitch 
Further the faction, it’s fuck your philosophy
boy you ain’t bout it, fuck allat dishonesty
your death is definite, there ain’t no probably
foot on their necks and it’s fuck your apology

(hachi)
Up that stick
I'mma up that bitch
I'mma pull with the gang, we gon' fuck that bitch
It's a gangbang hoe we gon' run this shtick
If you fucking wit' us then you gon' die quick
It's over, I got the sun in my hand
And I blow it right over
Hellstorm 'n' tornadoes break his composure
Yo' buddy is dead thought I'd give you some closure
He mediocore
Schrondinger model, I'm dead and alive
A hypothetical but look in my eye
You'd fuck with a god but you don't wanna die
I know that he cry, he ain't tough he lie
He ride with the set but he ain't wit the way
He just like a surfer, the beach, the wave
Rapping the words that he get told to say  
Ye' ain't mean this shit, so just walk away
Hunnid drums mean a hunnid rounds
Times a hunnid thou
In the backseat
Like I'm Xvooted I fuck in the backseat
Red dot, his face, look like it's acne
Like he an Indian
He getting sent to Samadhi
I ride wit' my blood don't just ride
Wit' nobody
I Need some help cus I'm rowdy
I'm descending to hell cus I'm God, I embody

FUCK YOUR PHiLOSOPHY w/ 238HACHIMAN

SHOUTOUT THE BLOODS AND CRIPS AND JEFFERY DAUHMERS!

LYRICS:Momma ain't raise no bitch
Side kick to his lip
Crack his head with my stick
And I'm banging out yo clique

I got homies banging Crip
I got homies showing Blood
If I'm knocking at yo door
Hi hello you better run!

'Cause I be with them

Gang members
Rat killers
Head spillers
With them brain peelers
Momma killers

'Cause I be with them

Hood rat
Step back
I'll rob yo crib
In all black
With ski mask

One step
Two step
Bitch, don't take the wrong step
Cut you up then digest
Jeffrey Dahmer in my mindset

Yo face I digest
I pin you down and fuck your face!
I know you like that, you masochistic
Fucking disgrace

One fish
Two fish
I hang with red and blue fish
We gorillas and we ruthless

How to train a dragon, leave him toothless
I got that iron on my hip
I hit yo bitch, she look like
Goonies

Look at yo gang
Like what it is
I know that they is not gon'
Shoot me

I hit his lip, I kick his face
Football-looking ass boy
Like Stewie

You booger brain, I hit yo shit
I make it gooey, ain't no Louie
Ain't no love for you!

You get stabbed up in the backseat
And that pussy, I'mma shoot
He gon' run up like a track meet
And there ain't no love for you

Pack you up just like some lunch meat
Yo face I'mma shoot
That's a promise and no asking

Break Ya Face!
Momma ain't raise no bitch
Side kick to his lip
Crack his head with my stick
And I'm banging out yo clique

I got homies banging Crip
I got homies showing Blood
If I'm knocking at yo door
Hi hello you better run!

(Cause I see dead people)

Break Ya Face!
Momma ain't raise no bitch
Side kick to his lip
Crack his head with my stick
And I'm banging out yo clique

I got homies banging Crip
I got homies showing Blood
If I'm knocking at yo door
Hi hello you better run!

(YEAHHH!)

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yeh
yeh yeh
wussup
wussup

i had a lot of people try to tell me bout me
ima say it one time
you don't know none about me
boom boom boom
goes a legal shotgun
that's for any cop son
wanna wanna want some
marijuana, pot, skunk
in my mask fibers
smokin thru a hole
bullets pokin thru ya skull
i'm unapproachable
everybody act like they not degenerates
to hell with it
they out here killin kids, immortal severance
i thought you was poppin so why you worried bout your relevance?
in every room i step in, i'm the muthafuckin elephant
in every crew i repped, i brought them out their fuckin element
i'm lookin at yall, yall better gimme my fuckin royalties you dumb punk bitches
ahh
i wanted to ball
now honestly lookin at yall i want a 9-5 job
just stall
until life falls
i'll be posted up in my loft lookin like a wine mom
jacob runnin fades, screaming fuck jakes
you think you can fuck with us?
that's a dumb take
you ain't even got half of what it's gon take
all of these rappers pump fake
i ask em how my cum taste
i don't give a damn
bout no one but gang
i'm finna hogtie your ass to the tracks of this train
i'm finna take him out back and i'm blastin his brains
get a tattoo of a ten gallon hat on my face
i thought you was poppin so why you worried bout your relevance?
in every room i step in, i'm the muthafuckin elephant
in every crew i repped, i brought them out their fuckin element
i'm lookin at yall, yall better hit my fuckin paypal i know you know it
ahh
i wanted to ball
now honestly lookin at yall i want a 9-5 job
just stall
until life falls
i'll be posted up in my loft lookin like a wine mom

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Art by @sammyfendi (on insta) <3

Ugh Lemme jump in
Gotta hard on causing destruction
motha fuckas wanna cap I don’t trust them
Motha fuckas wanna cap get concussions
Ima beat yo brain leave you puzzling
You gon ponder bout why You been stuntin
Lil bitch ass motha fucka buzzin
Lil bitch ass motha fucka stop it
ugh
Best wanna run fast
I don’t cap I bet wanna throw hands
Gotta dick in yo mouth can’t talk that
Bullshit my mans no fuck that
Fuck that
fuck that
Best wanna run fast
I don’t cap I bet wanna throw hands
Gotta dick in yo mouth can’t talk that
Bullshit my mans no fuck that
Fuck that
fuck that
Wassup wit yo headass lookin mighty dumb
Yo hairline looks like Karen’s I don’t give a fuck
Madmax up in this bitch I leave you in the dust
JFK no roof rip x I’m vooted up
One way trip not gon stop at the top with my bitch on my time she gon suck on my clock and I’ve been on my grind cause my mind been on lock and I stay with my knife talk shit it can talk
Dirty dumb bitch ima be with that mob ima clean this bitch out cause these rappers be bums and I stay with my tongue cause that’s all that I got if you fuckin wit me bitch I show you no love
You ain’t know shit bout me so stop talking like you know me bitch
All of you gon hate me then the next moment go suck my dick
All of you fuckin posers throw yo body inna ditch
All of you be hard on insta but in real life scared as shit

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