LYRICS:

I could sell my soul to whoever it cost like two fifty
anywhere I go if I'm moving my brothers move with me
If I had to do it and *** bet you they shoot with me
Cocaine with malone motherfucker I'm feeling too Whitney

I don't smoke I fuck with drinking strictly
I get back inside of Florida with Gavin whipping
I'm on half a fucking bottle of the screwball
Jumping out the whip on the interstate hope somebody hit me

I fuck with only negativity
I don't wanna kill you but it is a possibility
Every time you talk to me you up the probability
Go to bed and plan it in my head so specifically

I'm a fucking monster I'm a cryptid bitch
I don't talk 'bout none of that shit unless it's encrypted bitch
Planned for this to happen and it play out like I scripted it
I hope when I check up on you next you been evicted bitch

I hope everybody die before they twenty five
Fuck it I hope everybody die before they learn to drive
I don't got no money in my pockets I got twenty knives
I been tryna hate on everybody my entire life

Pray to every page of this religious text that you be next
You don't make it past another year boy that's a fucking bet
You think you invincible it's just that you ain't met me yet
I want my percentage every penny that you fucking get
 
You could ride with whoever you want, pussy
I been fucking better than you since I dropped bully
Fraction of what I could do is a hundred times of two of you
I go where I want motherfucker I'm skipping every queue

Everything that happened to you it's 'cause you deserve it
I want you to know if I hurt you it's on purpose
Shouts to everybody on the street that's in the service
Check out down this barrel for a second don't be nervous

TWO FIFTY W/ HEN$HAW [PROD. FONY WALLACE]

Sky Eats Airplane

The Messenger

WOLF [PROD. BIV]

LYRICS

BLCKK:

I don't feel sorry for shit. fuck 'em I'll do it again, pussy
Promise, you play with me bitch I could fuck 'round and put it to bed, pussy
My album drop in this bitch and it flip all y'all shit on it's head, pussy
I been on top of this shit I don't talk to nobody you dead, pussy

Stop bitching, this business
I could smoke a whole top five with my mixes
Underground dead I'm the only one vicious
You could drop a hundred song tape full of front page snitching it don't matter you don't got one witness
Pussy I did it
Something 'bout me too different
You got my blueprint, I been it, bitch

I don't bitch on the internet 'bout it, get handled on wax or my two fists dead it
If I said something 'bout you I promise you run back that bar you 'gon know that I said it
I'm not sneaking nobody bitch I'll put names in that shit and then send you a snippet
If I hated you that much, boy I'd be standing on trial or fully convicted

I'm tryna empty one out, fed up I'm pushing my limit
Watch what the fuck I'm about, I send that faggot to heaven
Ay get the fuck on the ground, this not no regular section
Can't even check the amount I smoked too many rappers to count

BIV: 

Fuck it I'm poppin again
Who the fuck breaking the bread
Buddy just wanna pretend
Money been talkin a lot
But I ain't give a fuck what it said

Step on my name, bitch I'm steppin on heads
I'll burn that cash with the bed
I ain't given into dreams again
I left that shit with the dead

Yall too calm with the bitch shit
Cutting off his top, we don't fidget
Movin my work like a king pin
Yall been fed you a piglet

Militant walk ya section
Manage your tone we could fix it
100k tucked like loose cense
Yall just following the blueprints

Bitch you ain't poppin
Pushed to the side
We got runnin back options
Letting it go to ya noggin
How ya man say he a problem
Till we come runnin up knockin 

Bitch they been tracin my steps
I don't forgive or forget
They couldn't earn what I spent

Yall not a threat
Fuck around find where he went
Bitch what's ya intent
Bitch I'll be here for a minute
Yall just been lookin for rent

Fuck all that making a friend
I love the hate that I get
Pussy I double it right at ya head
Right at ya head yuh

BLUEPRINT (FEAT. BIV) [PROD. NIGHTRDD X MAXMIZACION]

@adam47 @prodbynxtty

(HOOK)
we got so many options
bitch our life poppin
you could pull up with your gang
and i jus might go head and drop em
dressed in all black like a rocker
smokin pack jus like a rasta
swear i cannot fuck with most
these niggas lame, these boys imposters

that nigga talkin, he get flamed up
ridin with that thang tucked
i jus go insane bruh
and plus you know the gang tough
i know that he cappin
like tf these niggas yappin bout?
bitch pull up to the function
imma beat his ass n drag him out

(YUNG FLEX)
ugh
i told that to wrap it up
turn him to pack n we smokin his ass like a blunt
i aint the one for that acting shit
jus more like packnshit, niggas can do what they want
we jus some asshole niggas, we don't backdoor niggas
we jus sending shit straight through the front
fuck nigga you not my homie, post up with the brodie
we kicking shit just like a punt

ballin bitch, with no assist
fuck it, we takin your bitch
i get the bag and i flip it
and i aint gon stop til im flooding my wrist
i get the bag and i flip that
fuck it, we splittin his shit like a kitkat
running his pockets, he cant get his shit back
fuck nigga come get your get back

(HOOK)

(ADAMN)
(adamn!)
it's me n yung flex
you know i get a check
im up now, fuck a next
bitch
come here, come n suck this dick
we aint gon netflix n chill, we gonna fuck
if i ain't gettin money every day
im gonna suck
i meant she gonna suck
imma put it in her butt
imma put it up in her mf guts
fuck these niggas thats hatin
i dont give a fuck bout hatin

(HOOK)

OPTIONS (FEAT. ADAMN KILLA) [PROD. NXTTY]

Gizmo x Fukkit x Kamiyada+ - Casually Melting Flesh Until It Looks Like Burnt Styrofoam

@prodbynxtty

all i care bout is gettin them ben franks
wit a bad lil chick inna back of the whip
and that bitch finna suck like an intake
i put brand new tits on the bottom the mf stick
got it look like kim k
on his block with the chop, finna look for an opp
and the yoppa gon cook him al dente
still not giving a fuck what a bitch say

and you know what im reppin, its shini
got up out of the 7 and dipped to the 4
i still feel like the best in the city
i might spit a few bars about beatin your ass
but i bet you i make it look pretty
and then speaking of that, got your hoe inna back of the crib
finna nut on her titties
nigga im on my bully like fitty

and im gettin tired of fu ass niggas
tryn fake kick shit like hbk
and i dont got time for who ass niggas
im running the game like ace of spades
nigga got red on the back & the front
& the side of his shirt like hba
i jus be geekin & geekin & geekin
& geekin like kurt in tna

and the big ass stick make him limbo
30 clip and its built like a limo
bet the brodie gon gimme that info
bet the chop make him thrash like the big 4
and im not with the speakin
bitch i jus be tweakin
and i jus might shoot thru the window
and you bet not be moving when i get to boomin
cause i just might wet up your kinfolk

talkin shini, who really gon beat us?
nigga i aint gon stop til im up at the top
and im holding up racks like a d cup
swear these niggas so funny, why he lookin bummy
he gettin fake money like v-bucks
boy dont get yourself killed
like the top of the grill, lil nigga im keepin the heat tucked
i be spittin that real, nigga keep up

and we still cannot hang if you not in the gang
i aint steppin outside with your lame ass
i got two twin glocks in the back of the ride
like its devil may cry for your fake ass
keep a stick like its hockey, im doin him sloppy
this shit could get rocky, no asap
and no im not finished, the chop like a dentist
the way that bitch makin him lay back

all i care bout is gettin them ben franks
wit a bad lil chick inna back of the whip
and that bitch finna suck like an intake
i put brand new tits on the bottom the mf stick
got it look like kim k
on his block with the chop, finna look for an opp
and the yoppa gon cook him al dente
still not giving a fuck what a bitch say

KIM K [PROD. NXTTY]

LYRICS:

YOU TELL EVERYBODY THAT YOU'RE BETTER, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW
YOU SAY WHAT YOU WANT BUT I KNEW BETTER WHEN YOU GO OUT
I DO ANYTHING TO TAKE IT BACK FROM YOU
MY PHONE NEVER RING, WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO?
X2

I CAN'T DO BETTER
I WANNA GET MY FAMILY RIGHT
FUCK 'ROUND HIT HIS CENTER

CAN'T QUIT NO NEVER
CAN'T FUCK WITH WHOEVER
I JUST DO IT BETTER

DRINK UNTIL IT NEVER REALLY MATTERED
I HAD WHAT I WANT UNTIL IT SHATTER
I DON'T WANNA TELL YOU BUT I LOVE YOU
I SEE WHAT WE DOING THEN, FUCK YOU

'PROLLY MY FAULT, I GOT ISSUES
NEVER MEANT TO PUT THAT SHIT ON YOU
I FEEL SOMETHING DIFFERENT THAN WE TALK 'BOUT
I JUST WANNA KILL HIM IF HE TOUCH YOU

YOU TELL EVERYBODY THAT YOU'RE BETTER, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW
YOU SAY WHAT YOU WANT BUT I KNEW BETTER WHEN YOU GO OUT
I DO ANYTHING TO TAKE IT BACK FROM YOU
MY PHONE NEVER RING, WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO?
X2

WHEN IMA SEE YOU AGAIN?
I 'PROLLY DEAL WITH IT THEN
I DON'T SAY ANYTHING TO YOU
FUCK WITH WHOEVER BEFORE I HAD KNEW YOU

SOMEBODY TRYNA DIE TODAY
LOOK AT YOU DIFFERENT YOU MINE TODAY
I QUIT MY THERAPY, FUCK WITH ME
KNOW WHERE YOU STAY WHY YOU DUCKING ME?

BITCH,
PICK UP WHEN I CALL YOU
DON'T WANNA TALK 'BOUT NO ONE
WHO YOU SEEING WHERE THEY ALL FROM?

I KILL MYSELF BEFORE I LET YOU GO
I HATE YOU FULLY BUT I LOVE YOU THOUGH

Reapers Day Off

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