Dans La Rue

produced by me
#scfirst #underground

[Lyrics]
Big ass chain up in the stu'
Hella diamonds
Slimey nigga what it do
Wipe his sinus
This hoe said I'm sick just like the flu
I'm a slimeball
Bitch I'm not like none of y'all
Get em' gone in one call

Ion like to talk unless it's money conversations
Stupid nigga get hit with that glock, he not sanctioned
Shawty talm bout nun you could get blocked, with that lame shit
If I got a problem gang gon' flock no hesitation
Maddox light that choppa up, with no explanation
Hellcat tear the ground up, mad acceleration
I get hella fried offa opp pack, spacin'
My gang hella fly, we so up, Aviation

Throw a band up, yah
Like a scammer, yah
Bitch I'm bangin'
Don't need no bandana, yah
I been changin'
But I never change up
Stay with my brudda with me
He gon' spark that flame up

Call me the motion man I'm countin' hella guala
You usin' lotion my bitch givin' me that matta
I'm sippin' potion got the script right from the doctor
Pussy boy boastin' we gon' cook him just like pasta

(Maddox light that choppa up)
(With no explanation)
(Hellcat tear the ground up)
(Mad acceleration)
(I get hella fried offa opp pack, spacin')
(My gang hella fly, we so up, Aviation)

Ion like to talk unless it's money conversations
Stupid nigga get hit with that glock, he not sanctioned
Shawty talm bout nun you could get blocked, with that lame shit
If I got a problem gang gon' flock no hesitation
Maddox light that choppa up, with no explanation
Hellcat tear the ground up, mad acceleration
I get hella fried offa opp pack, spacin'
My gang hella fly, we so up, Aviation

Big ass chain up in the stu'
Hella diamonds
Slimey nigga what it do
Wipe his sinus
This hoe said I'm sick just like the flu
I'm a slimeball
Bitch I'm not like none of y'all
Get em' gone in one call

Big ass chain up in the stu'
Hella diamonds
Slimey nigga what it do
Wipe his sinus
This hoe said I'm sick just like the flu
I'm a slimeball
Bitch I'm not like none of y'all
Get em' gone in one call

Money Conversationz

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[Lyrics]
Why they ain't believe in da kid?
I been makin' plays in that field
And i'm makin' plays, NFL 
And it's free all of my niggas in that cell 
Gang finna push up don't interfere 
Finna hit that boy up and leave em there 
His hoe pullin' up to the evil lair 
Beat the buns while I flex up in the mirror 

Me and my twin sippin' syrup 
Rollup a opp in this moonrock 
Dummy got popped with a G-Lock 
Trackhawk Jeep, skrrt off the lot
Be like me, tryna be like moi 
Chop go BEE, send him to allah 
Drop big bags in the mall 
Go get back for yo dawg 

Me and my twin sippin' syrup 
Rollup a opp in this moonrock 
Dummy got popped with a G-Lock 
Trackhawk Jeep, skrrt off the lot
Be like me, tryna be like moi 
Chop go BEE, send him to allah 
Drop big bags in the mall 
Go get back for yo dawg 

Fuck the feds steady tryna book me 
Muha steady tryna whop me 
Too fried that shit tryna cook me 
New ride whippin' in a bentley 
You die talkin' on my family
Send mad shots at yo Camry 
Leave a opp flat just like Stanley, yah

Jackin' that i'm broke, yah
What the fuck you mean, yah
Gang gon' flip that V
Walk down with a beam
Ima take his hoe, yo
All up in her spleen, yea
Keep it on the low, yo 
Turn her to a fein, yea

Me and my twin sippin' syrup 
Rollup a opp in this moonrock 
Dummy got popped with a G-Lock 
Trackhawk Jeep, skrrt off the lot
Be like me, tryna be like moi 
Chop go BEE, send him to allah 
Drop big bags in the mall 
Go get back for yo dawg

Mad Pain

Mad Pain [MUSIC VID IN BIO]

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[Lyrics]
Yo I cannot slow up on these drugs, pass the yarty
Caught a opp broad day and we gon roll him in a Marley
This hoe poppin pussy bubble butt she got a body
Shawty grindin dick like tony hawk man that shit gnarly

Finna cop rari
Baddie in the backseat and she sippin on Bacardi
Niggas animosity for me can't fuckin stop me
Pussy don't want war I'm with the gang my fuckin army
Knocka on my body if niggas shoot up da party

Broke nigga be askin do you feel me nigga hardly
Bunny tryna hunch, stupid geeked up in this party
White hoes doin coke and fuckin pills, hella naughty
Ima roll a blunt cause I don't even mess with molly

Nympho wanna eat my dick up said she want my semen
Ion pay for pussy what the fuck I look like pleadin
I been countin pape on pape on pape my fingers bleedin
Boss up and spend all my fuckin bread for no reason

On these drugs, pass the yarty
Caught a opp broad day and we gon roll him in a Marley
This hoe poppin pussy bubble butt she got a body
Shawty grindin dick like tony hawk man that shit gnarly

Finna cop rari
Baddie in the backseat and she sippin on Bacardi
Niggas animosity for me can't fuckin stop me
Pussy don't want war I'm with the gang my fuckin army
Knocka on my body if niggas shoot up da party

BallHog [MUSIC VID IN BIO]

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[Lyrics]
17 and I been runnin shit been runnin bands up
Got no guidance you cant tell me shit dont give no damn fucks
Dreaming bout dat brand new Patek all them diamonds dancin
Finna cop a mansion, blacked out whip like Manson

How im movin, know they watching yuh
This hoe said she love me prove it, I cant save her nah
Want smoke we could get into it, strapped up with my toolie
Bitch im on my bully, nigga truly

Bitch I broke the bank, it cant handle all these racks boy
Im smoking on dank, ode grabba in this stash boy
Cop a brand new choppa and im tryna dump the mag boy
Supercharge my whip lil bitch I never come in last boy

Pull up in high fashion, flexing Eliantte
Tryna hit some bad shit, sum like Beyonce
All my bitches ratchet, you could never bag dat
See yo AP flashin, you know ima snatch dat, gang

How im movin, know they watching yuh
This hoe said she love me prove it, I cant save her nah
Want smoke we could get into it, strapped up with my toolie
Bitch im on my bully, nigga truly

Bitch I broke the bank, it cant handle all these racks boy
Im smoking on dank, ode grabba in this stash boy
Cop a brand new choppa and im tryna dump the mag boy
Supercharge my whip lil bitch I never come in last boy

Pull up in high fashion, flexing Eliantte
Tryna hit some bad shit, sum like Beyonce
All my shorties ratchet, you could never bag dat
See yo AP flashin, you know ima snatch dat, gang

High Fashion

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produced, mixed, & mastered by me

[Lyrics]
Why they talkin on my name
Pussy, you could meet the fuckin choppa
Promise you we not the same
Cant fuck with thots ion need no roster
Tryna keep it tame
But if you try me I promise you im getting locked up
KB you insane
I send a fuck nigga to the doctor

Outside with my knocka
And im tryna bend the block yah
And im steppin on the opps yah
So you know im steppin proper
Glock make him milly rock yah
My bro selling that rerock yah
Opp bitch givin top up
Why she jackin im the father?

Ima fuckin block her, that bitch is a stalker
And I cant be bothered, im just tryna ball up
I cant put the blunt down, or a nigga getting chalked up, pfft, chopped up
I might just black, blow this shit all up, pfft, all up
Slide in all black give that shit all up, pfft, all up
Stay with a mack nigga like balla, Makk Balla
With KMac and we gettin guala, mad guala
Got way more money than yo mama

Why they talkin on my name
Pussy, you could meet the fuckin choppa
Promise you we not the same
Cant fuck with thots ion need no roster

Tryna keep it tame
But if you try me I promise you im getting locked up
KB you insane
I send a fuck nigga to the doctor

Outside with my knocka
And im tryna bend the block yah
And im steppin on the opps yah
So you know im steppin proper

Glock make him milly rock yah
My bro selling that rerock yah
Opp bitch givin top up
Why she jackin im the father?

Ima fuckin block her

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Houndin

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ft. @katozai 🫗
#scfirst #underground #zrgo #katozai

[Lyrics]
Yah
My twin hit my phone I cant pick up I'm on the road
Yuh, swervin in that striker prayin that I make it home
Yuh, I been in that mode I'm tryna touch a hunnid roll
Slime bad business yah, run shit like Al Capone

Know these niggas bitter cause my pockets gettin bigger
Wallet not so stretchy but my money gettin thicker
KB cant move messy, you aint know I hit your sister
She move like my bestie, crazy how quick she could switch up

4x4 like Wendy, gang hop out that fuckin pickup
Run up in the spot I catch an opp and its a stick up
I might pour a 4 up, sippin Quagen got the hiccups
Bussin off the yarty, geek up till my body lift up

KB roll a swisher
Mix up with that grabba, backwood finna pack a punch
Smoking on your partner, promise you cant smoke with us
Bih, I don't got bandana, but know I'm banging trust

And my pistol what I trust
She wan' come and fuck on us, in the club she fuck it up
I make your hoe touch her toes, put it down, suit it up
In that club I'm suited up, me and twin just booted up
She wan' come and bool with us, like I said she tryn' get down
Who am I to turn her down
Turn me up these speakers loud
In the crib puffin on loud
Been the talk of my whole town
She wan' fuck just bring me down
See the guap she make me dow
Leather seats up in my Maybach
If you wanted love bae then why you say that
In it for the thrill I just fuckin lay back
In it for the thrill, she wan' fuck just say that, yaow

My twin hit my phone I cant pick up I'm on the road
Yuh, swervin in that striker prayin that I make it home
Yuh, I been in that mode I'm tryna touch a hunnid roll
Slime bad business yah, run shit like Al Capone

Know these niggas bitter cause my pockets gettin bigger
Wallet not so stretchy but my money gettin thicker
KB cant move messy, you aint know I hit your sister
She move like my bestie, crazy how quick she could switch up

4x4 like Wendy, gang hop out that fuckin pickup
Run up in the spot I catch an opp and its a stick up
I might pour a 4 up, sippin Quagen got the hiccups
Bussin off the yarty, geek up till my body lift up

Bandana ft. Katozai (zrgo)

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[Lyrics]
Why these niggas capped up, bitch we sendin caps out
Choppa make him back up, 808 might crashout
Steady pourin drop up, but I never dropped out
I still got my cap and gown, KB so modest
But a nigga street smart, I might be the oddest
But I'm still an artist, tryna paint the opp block
My hammer the hottest, cause I bang the chop stock

If I'm being honest, I never gave no fucks
I need my deposit, I'm tryna cop a dub
Dead men in my wallet, my racks never bogus
I know I be whylin, faded I cant focus
I'm so fuckin gone shawty
I might mix the tris up with a lil bit of Bacardi
Kill my kidney tryna kick the cup just like karate
But I rather die young, in a Maserati
I feel like YoGotti

If im being honest, I never gave no fucks
Steady pourin drop up, but I never dropped out
I still got my cap and gown, KB so modest
But a nigga street smart, I might be the oddest
But im still an artist, tryna paint the opp block
My hammer the hottest, cause I bang the chop stock
If im being honest, I never gave no fucks

Why these niggas capped up, bitch we sendin caps out
Choppa make him back up, 808 might crashout
Steady pourin drop up, but I never dropped out
I still got my cap and gown, KB so modest
But a nigga street smart, I might be the oddest
But I'm still an artist, tryna paint the opp block
My hammer the hottest, cause I bang the chop stock

If I'm being honest, I never gave no fucks
I need my deposit, I'm tryna cop a dub
Dead men in my wallet, my racks never bogus
I know I be whylin, faded I cant focus
I'm so fuckin gone shawty
I might mix the tris up with a lil bit of Bacardi
Kill my kidney tryna kick the cup just like karate
But I rather die young, in a Maserati
I feel like YoGotti

YoGotti

Gotti (zrgo)

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Up2Par ft. 9inezaza (zrgo)

Anguish (zrgo)

[Lyrics]
Know these niggas mad, why they watching face
Creepin' down the block, ima spazz it might be too late
Fuck nigga, want my pape
Fly nigga, where my cape
Bad bitch dick up in her nape

Chop go ku just like ape
Your bitch draggin' balls nigga
Top G like Andrew Tate
My opps rock silky bape
Dumb nigga, that shit fake
My ho, got that cake
She rare, just like steak
Slime nigga, like a snake

I get mad dinero
I can't be no damn zero
Can't beef if your pockets little
My pockets never brittle
My guap, finna tripple
Glock hot, shit gon sizzle
Heart so cold god solid nipple
KB, never civil

I'm too damn official
Bitch I'm in the flossy
My shoota blow like a whistle
Shots at your posey
Pop out at your party
Bro tryn' catch a body
Smokin on your parter we done rolled him in a marley

Know these niggas mad why they watching face
Creepin down the block, ima spazz it might be too late
Fuck nigga, want my pape
Fly nigga, where my cape
Bad bitch dick up in her nape

Chop go ku just like ape
Your bitch draggin' balls nigga
Top G like Andrew Tate
My opps rock silky bape
Dumb nigga, that shit fake
My ho, got that cake
She rare, just like steak
Slime nigga, like a snake

Bape

Bape (lukstoic)

Blacksmith (zrgo)

[Lyrics]
On this side, bitch I run the jungle like a serpent
In this life, hustle on that corner like you servin'
Heavy stridin', can't move like no fuckin' servant
On my side, keep a tech them pussy niggas lurkin'

In that ride, ima bend that corner I swerve
Suicide, doors up on the Rover I'm sturdy
Bonafide nigga, i'm the realest with some nerve
Homicide, ima hit them niggas if they chattin'
Not with the rattin'
I take my opps off the map, K came with a ratchet
Swear ya don't wanna get active these niggas lackin'
KB movin' hella tact i'm always pistol packin'
Ima bring that bag in

Ode guap in my jeans, why my denim saggin'
Money talk to me I feel like a mula magnet
Bussin off the yarty caught up in the muha madness
I stay geeked, don't depend on a nigga status

Check the stats, bitch i'm whylin
Money piling
I ain't signing
By my dolo ran it up, I been grindin
I been grinding
On that timing

In that ride, ima bend that corner I swerve
Suicide, doors up on the Rover I'm sturdy
Bonafide nigga, i'm the realest with some nerve
Homicide, ima hit them niggas if they chattin'
Not with the rattin'
I take my opps off the map, K came with a ratchet
Swear ya don't wanna get active these niggas lackin'
KB movin' hella tact i'm always pistol packin'
Ima bring that bag in

Bonafide

Bonafide (lukstoic)

[Lyrics]
Yah
My son walk em down
Young KB slidin' through the towns
Musta took your man down
Sometimes I can't go down
Put yo mud up in the ground
Put that gun up in your mouth opp niggas know the deal, Bow

Blowin' like Osama
Takin all the guap for ransom
My hoe think that I'm handsome
Bitch I got that blade up on my hip like where your manners
Ima pull up with that fuckin blick I got that blammer
Bitch my finger itchin' tryna click up on that hammer
Cookin' in the kitchen got codeine up in my Fanta
My pockets obese eatin' ode just like they Fanum

Nigga tryna play with me, catch a bounty
Lotta bitches put that blame on me, in my county
On my dick they tryna hate on me, can't fuckin' drown me
My neck drowning
Bands on me like Robert Downey
I been counting
Love how that money counter sounding

Love how that money counter sounding
Hundred thousands in the safe and I ain't even round it
Getting too much paper bitch, I need an accountant
Get hit with a laser bitch, thinking you gon' down me

Yeah I told him that he handsome
In some fast shit phantom
Put a bounty on his head that boy get killed on camera
My bae got a blammer on his hip ain't got no manners
Dump out my whole mag and I'm gon turn you to a dancer

I'm so hood I walk em' down
Turn me up don't turn me down
Spray this chop don't make no sound
Ten toes I ain't going down
Opp hoes broke can't come around
Get some pape then come around
You get laced tryna come around
Catch this fade when you come around

My son walk em down
Young KB slidin' through the towns
Musta took your man down
Sometimes I can't go down
Put yo mud up in the ground
Put that gun up in your mouth opp niggas know the deal, Bow

Blowin' like Osama
Takin all the guap for ransom
My hoe think that I'm handsome
Bitch I got that blade up on my hip like where your manners
Ima pull up with that fuckin blick I got that blammer
Bitch my finger itchin' tryna click up on that hammer
Cookin' in the kitchen got codeine up in my Fanta
My pockets obese eatin' ode just like they Fanum

Nigga tryna play with me, catch a bounty
Lotta bitches put that blame on me, in my county

Bounty

Bounty ft. 9inezaza (lukstoic)

[Lyrics]
Yuh, doctor told me take my meds
Fuck that shit I need a blunt
Bitch playin like im dumb
Yuh, ima show you sum
Im acting like I feel anything, ion fuck with nun
Put voodoo on my drum
Feel bad for that nigga momma
I been moving like a mamba, real trim like barber
Ion rock sambas, like my kicks larger
Ima 48 your potna, im resolving the banter
Holler for your mommy, ain nobody finna answer

KB goddamn
Riding round in a phantom
Wide-body like Fanum
Tryna switch to da lamb
Coupe quick like damn
You cant see me on cam
Rich nigga unc sam
Tryna ball for the fam

Many bitches tryna line me
Hella niggas tryna find me
Slide through dont mind me
Im just here for the money
Many bitches tryna line me
Hella niggas tryna find me
Slide through dont mind me
Im just here for the money

Yuh, doctor told me take my meds
Fuck that shit I need a blunt
Bitch playin like im dumb
Yuh, ima show you sum
Im acting like I feel anything, ion fuck with nun
Put voodoo on my drum
Feel bad for that nigga momma
I been moving like a mamba, real trim like barber
Ion rock sambas, like my kicks larger
Ima 48 your potna, im resolving the banter
Holler for your mommy, ain nobody finna answer

Banter

Banter (lukstoic)

On Demand

[Lyrics]
Walk em' down, my young nigga, got some rounds for your clique
Im ina towns, with a swisha, got good loud, grabba got a kick
Ode geeked with my nigga nick, son triple the meds I ain't never sick
And I'm sippin' the red nigga, got my mind so gone I cant stand, nigga in these ricks

Dununa choppa got him shitting bricks, bitch I'm the shit feeling like a potty
I got the drop on them niggas, tryna catch me a opp up in the party
Regular lame, so vanilla, I need a freaked out hoe, naughty
Cant be sorry, she put her whole mouth on my johnny

Liqs got your shawty bussin', bussem' up quick
Shots at his muffin, tuckin' my g, yeah I ain't duckin' (duckin')
Beat a nigga just for bluffin' (bluffin'), 2 K's im on hots
We finna spin on niggas like its nothin (nothin), Drac knock him out his socks

Dununa choppa got him shitting bricks, bitch I'm the shit feeling like a potty
I got the drop on them niggas, tryna catch me a opp up in the party
Regular lame, so vanilla, I need a freaked out hoe, naughty
Cant be sorry, she put her whole mouth on my johnny

Dununa choppa got him shitting bricks, bitch I'm the shit feeling like a potty
I got the drop on them niggas, tryna catch me a opp up in the party
Regular lame, so vanilla, I need a freaked out hoe, naughty
Cant be sorry, she put her whole mouth on my johnny

#underground #zrgo

Diligence (zrgo)

Movie

[Lyrics]
Yah, yah, yah
Walk down all my opps, get busy, pfft
I slide wit that stiiizy, fine shyt I play with her titty, yah
Hit my lil dance feel silly, rubber bands on my fifties, yah
Fuck nigga come get wimme, supercharged whip yo slide with hemi (Skrrt)

My slime stay wimme, in Houston feeling like Whitney
KB flock em' totin' that semi, pussy nigga wont run that wimme
Scope got a tilt and I'm itchin' to buss sum, brand new two-tone Glock came custom
Two plus two get one sum, sumn not addin' up, why would I trust em'

Sing to the hoe like Bieber, my baby not no skeezer
Pussy don't touch my reefer, my opps still rock reebok
QDot, trappin' rerock, love my brothers I'ma feed a whole fuckin' block
Tryn' slam, past that rock, need them chips, I'm a fein for the guap

Bitch I need that guap, actin soon as I seen that drop
This shit active don't get popped, 556 massive you get dropped
Pussyboy sweet like lollipop, and my lil' bitch she so damn hot
Body rock, watch that body rock, I'm tryna kill that box

Yah, yah, yah
Walk down all my- Walk down all my opps, get busy
Pfft, I slide wit that stiiizy, fine shyt I play with her titty
Yah, hit my lil dance feel silly, rubber bands on my fifties
Yah, Fuck nigga come get wimme, supercharged whip yo slide with hemi (Skrrt)

My slime stay wimme, in Houston feeling like Whitney
KB flock em' totin' that semi, pussy nigga wont run that wimme
Scope got a tilt and I'm itchin' to buss sum, brand new two-tone Glock came custom
Two plus two get one sum, sumn not addin' up, why would I trust em'

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