BITCH I CAME OUT THE DEAD HOW YOUR ASS GONNA KILL ME

BOOF PACK 3 (Mixed/Extended) (prod. CityMorgueKill)

ART BY @DIRTYBUTT /@DIRTYBUTTART 
PRODUCED BY @THRAXXBEATS
ENGINEERED BY @SUBJECTZ

ZILLAKAMI X CAMERON AZI X $UBJECTZ - AREYOUREADYKIDS? (PROD.BY THRAXX)

LIT X

XXXTENTACION & SKI MASK THE SLUMP GOD - God Dammit

BurnKas Ft ZillaKami -  Red Rum (Prod. fostepco)

LYRICS

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
These niggas throwing B's up, thinking that they Bloodin'
Niggas throwing C's up, calling you they Cousin
Niggas holding guns up that only hold a dozen
Call of Duty clips lil' nigga, No Russian, ay
It's Lil Chainsaw, now go and act hard
It's Lil Nascar, now go and skrrt off
It's Lil Chainsaw, now go and act hard
It's Lil Nascar, now go and skrrt off

[Verse 1: SosMula]
I put the work in the oil, them bricks of cocaine all just turn into butter (work)
My wrist in the bowl, when niggas is broke, the pennies all turn into hunnids (racks)
Watch who you serving, these niggas be ratting, they trapping, and work undercover (fuck out of here)
My niggas can't find you, my niggas is liable to slide through and murder your brother (blat!)
Tie up your girl, shoot up your dog, The grips on the burner be rubber (blow!)
Splash on the grill, bukkake in ya face, Mula should squirt on your mother (slap)
City Morgue be the gang, nigga
MBF cause I'm blood
Ran off too many times on the plug (fuck out of here)
Ain't paying shit back that's a dub (fuck out of here)
Infrared beams, on them machines, ain't no such thing as the love
You feel like I owe you, you niggas ain't local, you pussy, come take it in blood

[Bridge: ZillaKami]
It's the wardogs, what?
Breaking leashes, never called off, what?
In the wounds, rip the gauze off, what?
World War like it's Warsaw
I grab the war saw rest
It's the wardogs, what?
Breaking leashes, never called off, what?
In the wounds, rip the gauze off, what?
World War like it's Warsaw
I grab the war saw rest

[Verse 2: SosMula]
Banana clip, I got the gun in my briefs (blow)
Look out nigga I'm the one on the East (blow)
Catch me I shoot you under the seat (blow)
[?] under the seat
13 years old is when I jumped in the street
Pussy ass rapper don't call no police (fuck out of here)
Thats why my nigga be fucking your niece (slut)
Let me up bursting busting her cheeks
Bitch I'm blood, you startled
[?]
Wanna fuck, cause she horny (slut)
Double cups in the morning
Pour up, private numbers, baby mother blow my trap phone (fuck out of here)
Mac chrome, crack dome, break your backbones (blat!)

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
These niggas throwing B's up, thinking that they Bloodin'
Niggas throwing C's up, calling you they Cousin
Niggas holding guns up that only hold a dozen
Call of Duty clips lil' nigga, No Russian, ay
It's Lil Chainsaw, now go and act hard
It's Lil Nascar, now go and skrrt off
It's Lil Chainsaw, now go and act hard
It's Lil Nascar, now go and skrrt off

ZILLAKAMI X SOSMULA - WARDOG ANTHEM (PROD. BY GIN$ENG)

LYRICS

[Intro: ZillaKami]
Ohh
Woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo

[Refrain: ZillaKami]
You look like people that I don't wanna know
You look like people that I don't wanna know

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Cut, checks, then fade to black
Hoe, text, then fade to black
Break, necks, then fade to black
Take, names, then fade to black
Say they want war but they never wanna see me now
They want war but they never wanna see me now
They want war but they never wanna see me now
They want war but they never wanna see me now

[Verse: SosMula]
Big bloody SosMula, cobra with the green beam
My niggas' shoot to kill, hit you in your clean beam
Free the Makks, Rikers Island they all stay, sing sing
Slit wrist, oh my God shit is on bling bling
Big bricks, oh my God pockets on ching ching
Ran off, on the block, promethazine fiend
No water in that order, bitch, I just drink lean
No water in that order, bitch, I just drink lean
Pull up on a nigga at the stop sign nigga
Give it to a nigga with the Glock nine nigga
Trap phone jiggin' that's a hotline nigga
So many rocks you could rock climb nigga
Aye, aye, aye
Cook it in the microwave

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Cut, checks, then fade to black
Hoe, text, then fade to black
Break, necks, then fade to black
Take, names, then fade to black
Say they want war but they never wanna see me now
They want war but they never wanna see me now
They want war but they never wanna see me now
They want war but they never wanna see me now

[Refrain: ZillaKami]
You look like people that I don't wanna know
You look like people that I don't wanna know

ZILLAKAMI X SOSMULA - BHUM BUKKET (PROD. BY THRAXX)

LYRICS

[Intro]
*Manic laughing*

[Chorus: Zillakami]
No way, no way, no way, no way
No way, no way, no way, no way
Fuck dat, fuck dat
Nah nigga, fuck dat
Fuck dat, fuck dat
Nah nigga, fuck dat

[Verse 1: Zillakami]
Hammering nails in my back (Back)
Watching y'all niggas be wack (Lame)
You got a gun? Congrats (Okay)
Hope you use it with your parents
Fuck off, you get hit (Oayy)
Trick shots and you dead (Okay)
Go get tucked in bed (Oayy)
Go get trecy wet

[Chorus: Zillakami]
No way, no way, no way, no way
No way, no way, no way, no way
Fuck dat, fuck dat
Nah nigga, fuck dat
Fuck dat, fuck dat
Nah nigga, fuck dat

[Verse 2: Sosmula]
Mula!
Bitch, I get to shooting, killing
All my niggas super villains
Throw them off the roof
I'm chilling
Look I need a stupid million
Pull up like a Tonka truck
Hold a rocket launcher up
Beat you dead
Stomp you up
They don't want no co op with us
Cooking the crack with the [?] up
Serve fiends raw like [?]
Nigga bust out with the long grazer
Get your forehead ate, like AR ate lunch
Never locked in, always with the lead pipe
Sitting sideways nigga at the red light
Your forehead infrared that’s a red light
Just to make sure hit him in the head twice

[Chorus: Zillakami]
No way, no way, no way, no way
No way, no way, no way, no way
Fuck dat, fuck dat
Nah nigga, fuck dat
Fuck dat, fuck dat
Nah nigga, fuck dat

ZILLAKAMI X SOSMULA - FUKK DAT (PROD. BY THRAXX)

LYRICS

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Drop dead
Run up, we pop lead at the function
Run up, we pop lead, make 'em drop dead
Run up, we pop lead at the function
Run up, we pop lead, make 'em...

[Verse 1: SosMula]
Ready to beam, playing with pieces
Sos on the verse, ain't paying for features
Run with the Glock, break into pieces
Niggas get shot, be praying to Jesus
Holes ahead, hospital bed
Are we dead? Doctors scared
Pile of meds, tomorrow he dead
Got doors lookin' murcielago red
Some for the hard, shake the whole pot
Cook a whole brick, make a whole lot
If it get too hot, gon' break the whole pot
I'ma sell my shits, gotta make a whole lot
Baking soda, Pyrex, make the coca pie stretch
Paper towels, drying necks
Man, it's hard to digest

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Drop dead
Run up, we pop lead at the function
Run up, we pop lead, make 'em drop dead
Run up, we pop lead at the function
Run up, we pop lead, make 'em...

[Verse 2: ZillaKami]
Bitch, I came out the dead, how your ass gonna kill me?
Bitch, I came out the dead, how the living gon' feel me?
I'm in the black mist, lead clips, sword
Write the message in your door
Catch me thumbing in through more, for slaughter
I pull up and I roll blocks, then I roll opps
Cobra with the swiss cheese, get yo show popped
Unlucky 13's, on the uwop
Kaine like I'm Duwap, I came to shoot ya

ZILLAKAMI X SOSMULA - DROP DEAD (PROD. BY THRAXX)

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