lyrics: (Yung Skayda) Intro: (Here is the future, future, future)
(Yung Skayda) Hook: I dress like I’m in Jet Set (God damn) Knock a pussy out just like a bed set (Sheesh) I feel like a GG with my headset Death is your kismet (Right) x2
(Yung Skayda) Verse: Carrots up on carrots up on diamonds that’s appeal shit Scaring all your parents when the mic switch on I kill shit They see my guitar amps babygirl know that’s my kill switch They see all my followers like baby that’s a hit list
Heard you bought a white tee Ima turn that shit to red
I be poppin white teeth that shit put my ass to bed
Oh yeah he don’t like me Cuz I fucked his wifey Yeah she wanna ride me Ouu I think she like me
Molly rocks in my green tea XIX is the dream team Be silent when I’m speaking I’m the shit, I’m the feces
(Yung Skayda) Hook: I dress like I’m in jet set (God damn) Knock a pussy out just like a bed set (Sheesh) I feel like a GG with my headset Death is your kismet (Right) x2
(Karm the Tool: Verse: Two bad bitches and they kissin on my dick MMD in a zip And I got it for the zip
You talking bout molly huh? Molly huh? I ain’t come here for no molly uh I put that bitch on a dolly he tryna chill he not my kemosabe Ollie Huh Ollie All of my niggas get gnarly Met up with a bitch took her straight to the crib Now she riding my dick like a harley Hahaha y’all think it’s funny Then I should kill all of you
(Yung Skayda) Hook: I dress like I’m in jet set (God damn) Knock a pussy out just like a bed set (Sheesh) I feel like a GG with my headset Death is your kismet (Right) x2
lyrics: (Yung Skayda) Intro: (Here is the future, future, future)
(Yung Skayda) Hook: I dress like I’m in Jet Set (God damn) Knock a pussy out just like a bed set (Sheesh) I feel like a GG with my headset Death is your kismet (Right) x2
(Yung Skayda) Verse: Carrots up on carrots up on diamonds that’s appeal shit Scaring all your parents when the mic switch on I kill shit They see my guitar amps babygirl know that’s my kill switch They see all my followers like baby that’s a hit list
Heard you bought a white tee Ima turn that shit to red
I be poppin white teeth that shit put my ass to bed
Oh yeah he don’t like me Cuz I fucked his wifey Yeah she wanna ride me Ouu I think she like me
Molly rocks in my green tea XIX is the dream team Be silent when I’m speaking I’m the shit, I’m the feces
(Yung Skayda) Hook: I dress like I’m in jet set (God damn) Knock a pussy out just like a bed set (Sheesh) I feel like a GG with my headset Death is your kismet (Right) x2
(Karm the Tool: Verse: Two bad bitches and they kissin on my dick MMD in a zip And I got it for the zip
You talking bout molly huh? Molly huh? I ain’t come here for no molly uh I put that bitch on a dolly he tryna chill he not my kemosabe Ollie Huh Ollie All of my niggas get gnarly Met up with a bitch took her straight to the crib Now she riding my dick like a harley Hahaha y’all think it’s funny Then I should kill all of you
(Yung Skayda) Hook: I dress like I’m in jet set (God damn) Knock a pussy out just like a bed set (Sheesh) I feel like a GG with my headset Death is your kismet (Right) x2
Lyrics: Walk in the club like what’s up baby? I don’t give a fuck baby, I’m just tryna fuck baby yeah Your shawty on my arm and she stuck to it She keeping me company and I kinda fuck with it yeah I’m flirting but she had enough of it yeah Magic she really made the nut disappear It’s tragic how you could neva compare I’m a flyboy I jump and stay stuck in the air You want to keep all my focus Working hard for me to notice Shawty took all her clothes off I ain’t even ask that’s a bonus I said I couldn’t stay long yeah We was lit the whole night yeah DJ played something yeah And I think it go like yeah Skin off your face He’ll feel it Can’t feel my face When I get numb Erase My feelings Drink till I’m drunk Then I get dumb In place Of feelings I’d rather do all types of yeah In place of feeling I’d rather do all types of drugs And die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die I want to die tonight Cause it feels so right Contemplate suicide I’ll be crucified So hang it up on a banner just to make it official You can call me fake, I love all things artificial You can tell that I’m mentally ill I’m sick in the head going in for the kill Want to make me suffer Like it rougher Tie me up, yeah undercover Ten years since I’ve seen you last Want to cut me up with broken glass Want to lay me out, yeah on the grass Just hurry up and kill me fast Skin off your face He’ll feel it Can’t feel my face When I get numb Erase My feelings Drink till I’m drunk Then I get dumb In place Of feelings I’d rather do all types of yeah In place of feeling I’d rather do all types of drugs And die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die
Credits: Writer Names: Alex Calderon, Kareem Patterson, Gaspare Magaddino Writer Publishers: Alltrack Produced by: WHOKILLEDXIX Mixed by: WHOKILLEDXIX Instruments and programming by: WHOKILLEDXIX Mastered by: WHOKILLEDXIX
Lyrics: Light up this bitch like a jack-o-lantern Introduce you to my pistol Chill with the ghosts and the goblins Rolling around in your ends, hoe Look in my eyes it’s your lifespan Fuck around you can get killed slow Savage Ga$p baby And the S is for suck my dick and swallow my kids though Light this bitch up like a jack-o-lantern Introduce you to my pistol Chill with the ghosts and the goblins Rolling around in your ends hoe Look in my eyes it’s your lifespan fuck around you can get killed slow Who killed XIX? It’s me bitch Signed with a heart in my death note You feel like hitting me I am an entity I’ll hold the nine to the head of my enemies I am far too ahead these niggas envy me I am an elemental holding energy Freeze Walk among demons I can't go to sleep I prayed to god And only heard a beep All on my nightstand only teeth Freeze I don’t flex I geek I don’t flex I geek Oh what a bitch I do what I please Hit em with a stick twice symmetry Nigga I’m a martyr I am not a king Once where it hurts Twice where it bleeds Hop up out the hearse I like got the keys I live with a curse Life can't reap Light up this bitch like a jack-o-lantern Introduce you to my pistol Chill with the ghosts and the goblins Rolling around in your ends hoe Look in my eyes it’s your lifespan Fuck around you can get killed slow Savage Ga$p baby And the S is for suck my dick and swallow my kids though Light this bitch up like a jack-o-lantern Introduce you to my pistol Chill with the ghosts and the goblins Rolling around in your ends hoe Look in my eyes it’s your lifespan fuck around you can get killed slow Who killed XIX? It’s me bitch Signed with a heart in my death note Big hands smack a dumb fuck and we gonna hear that mother fucker stutter Pussy was slippy I’m fly just like Slippy and I’m built ridiculous Bitches be picky They always be pickin’ My song always hittin’ I ball now I’m livin’ They call, are you kidding 10 blunts in a sitting I’ll gut out your kidney And that’s the beginning
He wanna buck get back He do not count no racks You could jumped, you could get bounced with your bitch I put my dick in and out I like my hoes when they bad and they flirty Flow is so water I think I got scurvy Show ain’t no fun if I’m not leaving dirty I cannot help it I’m fly like a birdy Light up this bitch like a jack-o-lantern Introduce you to my pistol Chill with the ghosts and the goblins Rolling around in your ends hoe Look in my eyes it’s your lifespan Fuck around you can get killed slow Savage Ga$p baby And the S is for suck my dick and swallow my kids tho Light this bitch up like a jack-o-lantern Introduce you to my pistol Chill with the ghosts and the goblins Rolling around in your ends hoe Look in my eyes it’s your lifespan fuck around you can get killed slow Who killed XIX? It’s me bitch Signed with a heart in my death note
Credits: Writer Names: Alex Calderon, Kareem Patterson, 6arelyhuman Writer Publishers: Alltrack Produced by: WHOKILLEDXIX Mixed by: WHOKILLEDXIX Instruments and programming by: WHOKILLEDXIX Mastered by: WHOKILLEDXIX
Lyrics: Walk in the club like what’s up baby? I don’t give a fuck baby, I’m just tryna fuck baby yeah Your shawty on my arm and she stuck to it She keeping me company and I kinda fuck with it yeah I’m flirting but she had enough of it yeah Magic she really made the nut disappear It’s tragic how you could neva compare I’m a flyboy I jump and stay stuck in the air You want to keep all my focus Working hard for me to notice Shawty took all her clothes off I ain’t even ask that’s a bonus I said I couldn’t stay long yeah We was lit the whole night yeah DJ played something yeah And I think it go like yeah Skin off your face He’ll feel it Can’t feel my face When I get numb Erase My feelings Drink till I’m drunk Then I get dumb In place Of feelings I’d rather do all types of yeah In place of feeling I’d rather do all types of drugs And die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die I want to die tonight Cause it feels so right Contemplate suicide I’ll be crucified So hang it up on a banner just to make it official You can call me fake, I love all things artificial You can tell that I’m mentally ill I’m sick in the head going in for the kill Want to make me suffer Like it rougher Tie me up, yeah undercover Ten years since I’ve seen you last Want to cut me up with broken glass Want to lay me out, yeah on the grass Just hurry up and kill me fast Skin off your face He’ll feel it Can’t feel my face When I get numb Erase My feelings Drink till I’m drunk Then I get dumb In place Of feelings I’d rather do all types of yeah In place of feeling I’d rather do all types of drugs And die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die Suffer and die
Credits: Writer Names: Alex Calderon, Kareem Patterson Writer Publishers: Alltrack Produced by: WHOKILLEDXIX Mixed by: WHOKILLEDXIX Instruments and programming by: WHOKILLEDXIX Mastered by: WHOKILLEDXIX
Lyrics: Take my bass Yeah it's damn near impossible Try to take my flow then I’mma take you to a hospital Everywhere I go I got my hands on some chronic Smoke once, twice it's the marijuana chronicle Every move I make done got a plan boy I’m methodical Your bitch at my pad so much you think she’s mythological I don’t know her think she fell in love with my persona The way that shawty’s shaking boy that ass is astronomical I wanna thrash Just break shit Fuck this conversation Cash in bank Okay just so I can break it Mask my face Okay walk in then I take it Thrax in my face Yeah my gas hit like a tank I go batshit I’m insane Beat up the pussy Feel like ratchet when I'm clanking Beat the beat up till I knock it out of place Pussy boy I made it Bitch I am the lead I am the drums I’m the bassist Ah Screaming when I walk in I done found a cup coffee to put my cock in Cops try to fucking stop me They cannot harm me They gon need a fuckin army to get me off Take my bass Yeah it's damn near impossible Try to take my flow then I’mma take you to a hospital Everywhere I go I got my hands on some chronic Smoke once, twice it's the marijuana chronicle Every move I make done got a plan boy I’m methodical Your bitch at my pad so much you think she’s mythological I don’t know her think she fell in love with my persona The way that shawty’s shaking boy that ass is astronomical Walk in Fuck was you thinking Talking down on me boy watch them words you speaking Bust his window with a crowbar I feel like Gordon Freeman When the party got some Henny man I turn into a demon Money yeah you know that My wallet fit your whole bag Take a motherfucker song like come get your flow back Beanie on No cap Like snow I bring the cold back The way I did this beat you better bag it with a toe tag Fucked up yeah, the second I walked in Smoking and coughing till I’m in my coffin Y’all boys on the internet, y’all be larping Till a few drillas come and spark up your apartment Fucked up holding on this drank I’m sipping My brain, I’m slipping I’m too far in it It’s Christmas baby and it’s dick I’m giving Got your bitch climaxing With the way I’m hitting Take my bass Yeah it's damn near impossible Try to take my flow then I’mma take you to a hospital Everywhere I go I got my hands on some chronic Smoke once, twice it's the marijuana chronicle Every move I make done got a plan boy I’m methodical Your bitch at my pad so much you think she’s mythological I don’t know her think she fell in love with my persona The way that shawty’s shaking boy that ass is astronomical
Credits: Writer Names: Alex Calderon, Kareem Patterson, Gaspare Magaddino Writer Publishers: Alltrack Produced by: WHOKILLEDXIX Mixed by: WHOKILLEDXIX Instruments and programming by: WHOKILLEDXIX Mastered by: WHOKILLEDXIX
Lyrics: Light up this bitch like a jack-o-lantern Introduce you to my pistol Chill with the ghosts and the goblins Rolling around in your ends, hoe Look in my eyes it’s your lifespan Fuck around you can get killed slow Savage Ga$p baby And the S is for suck my dick and swallow my kids though Light this bitch up like a jack-o-lantern Introduce you to my pistol Chill with the ghosts and the goblins Rolling around in your ends hoe Look in my eyes it’s your lifespan fuck around you can get killed slow Who killed XIX? It’s me bitch Signed with a heart in my death note You feel like hitting me I am an entity I’ll hold the nine to the head of my enemies I am far too ahead these niggas envy me I am an elemental holding energy Freeze Walk among demons I can't go to sleep I prayed to god And only heard a beep All on my nightstand only teeth Freeze I don’t flex I geek I don’t flex I geek Oh what a bitch I do what I please Hit em with a stick twice symmetry Nigga I’m a martyr I am not a king Once where it hurts Twice where it bleeds Hop up out the hearse I like got the keys I live with a curse Life can't reap Light up this bitch like a jack-o-lantern Introduce you to my pistol Chill with the ghosts and the goblins Rolling around in your ends hoe Look in my eyes it’s your lifespan Fuck around you can get killed slow Savage Ga$p baby And the S is for suck my dick and swallow my kids though Light this bitch up like a jack-o-lantern Introduce you to my pistol Chill with the ghosts and the goblins Rolling around in your ends hoe Look in my eyes it’s your lifespan fuck around you can get killed slow Who killed XIX? It’s me bitch Signed with a heart in my death note Big hands smack a dumb fuck and we gonna hear that mother fucker stutter Pussy was slippy I’m fly just like Slippy and I’m built ridiculous Bitches be picky They always be pickin’ My song always hittin’ I ball now I’m livin’ They call, are you kidding 10 blunts in a sitting I’ll gut out your kidney And that’s the beginning
He wanna buck get back He do not count no racks You could jumped, you could get bounced with your bitch I put my dick in and out I like my hoes when they bad and they flirty Flow is so water I think I got scurvy Show ain’t no fun if I’m not leaving dirty I cannot help it I’m fly like a birdy Light up this bitch like a jack-o-lantern Introduce you to my pistol Chill with the ghosts and the goblins Rolling around in your ends hoe Look in my eyes it’s your lifespan Fuck around you can get killed slow Savage Ga$p baby And the S is for suck my dick and swallow my kids tho Light this bitch up like a jack-o-lantern Introduce you to my pistol Chill with the ghosts and the goblins Rolling around in your ends hoe Look in my eyes it’s your lifespan fuck around you can get killed slow Who killed XIX? It’s me bitch Signed with a heart in my death note
Credits: Writer Names: Alex Calderon, Kareem Patterson Writer Publishers: Self published Produced by: WHOKILLEDXIX Mixed by: WHOKILLEDXIX Instruments and programming by: WHOKILLEDXIX Mastered by: WHOKILLEDXIX
Lyrics: I'm staring myself When I look down at the chopper on my belt If I was a gun I wouldn't have to go to jail Aye, fuck it Dump a clip they put me on a shelf Dump a clip they put you in a cell When I spit, these niggas ducking 55 bullets that be cutting Through a nigga throat it face fuck em Lil nigga stop ducking I might turn this nigga head into a gusher If I was a chopper, I would stutter Damn your skin is soft God damn And that boy like to talk Okay if you got a problem, I'mma get that shit solved One shot, two shots, zero days off Three shots because you had a boy that was involved Fourth shot for yourself 'cause boys gone And the fifth shot is for the next kid that pick me up Still got 2 in the clip, hope he keep it tucked There's blood on ya teeth Blood in ya eyes Don't get no Blood on ya piece It's stuck in my slide Everyday you wake up closer to God Every night I watch you sleeping, see you itching to die You bitching, I'm hot Your wrist stayed locked You killed him My barrel aimed towards the chest of a civilian Taxes, I'mma need billions Make me rich so they can give me to your children Fuck them and fuck you too Fuck the subjects that they made up and they taught you in school They can't hear you You just screaming help till you blue Fuck that bully, believe me I could bully em too I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Stuff me with a clip, cock it back and go wild Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah With one of me, boy, you could take the whole town Put ya foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Pull my trigger with your thumb and go down Hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah If I ain't out there ain't no bodies being found I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah Loud bang Rearrange your face Put you in your place 30 clip Put it to your brain Fill you up with hate Fat shell Poppin out your forehead Like it was vein Hot shell Servin' em to order like a hot cake In your flesh I'm creating tunnels I boom on command just because I think it's fun to I kick kick back, I'm actin' like I know kung fu Put holes in ya body, not the one I bust nuts too Complicated Big glicks I think are my fixation Hold one and my eyes get dilated Dare you to come try and take me Leave your ass leaking like a lake be Missin', they like where his ass been at as of lately If I was I gun I wouldn't have a say so I'd have to bang and they would not explain no It could be that chain look nice or that bankroll tight If that whip too fly someone might just take your life Y'all be hackin' and slashin' I'm runnin' and gunnin' Banana clip Make him soft Tear him up like a gummy Smart when you got your popper but if not you're a dummy Make his smile permanent for thinkin' shit funny Try to get at me, I get my get back right back Buckshot make him sleep like a nightcap Smoke a sucka, no remorse because I'm like that Show him a photo of his mother then ignite that, uh I don't argue with these rappers, I know that I'm betta Shove a pussy in the way, to live, I'd do whatever Rearrange a pussy face in the name of some cheddar If I was a gun, I hope I get picked up by a killer I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Stuff me with a clip, cock it back, and go wild Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah With one of me, boy, you could take the whole town Put ya foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Pull my trigger with yo thumb and go down Hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah If I ain't out there, ain't no bodies being found I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah
Credits: Writer Names: Alex Calderon, Kareem Patterson Writer Publishers: Alltrack Produced by: WHOKILLEDXIX Mixed by: WHOKILLEDXIX Instruments and programming by: WHOKILLEDXIX Mastered by: WHOKILLEDXIX
Lyrics: Got red white and blue in my blunt Got red on my boots I ain't throwing up blood Like how they put crack in the hood Put two in his chest now he throwing up blood Got a white nigga aggy as fuck “Yeah that boy a rapper he ain’t a punk” Nigga mad that I’m black and you suck Nigga you try to breathe with a knee in your lung Nigga you try watching your ma sell drugs Just to pay for a teacher that don’t give a fuck You try falling asleep when they popping outside of your crib when you don’t got a gun You try holding a piece in your hand when you way too young to even know what it does You try walking a day in my hood and I promise that you gonna forget what it does I’mma take a fucking pacifist And pass a fist Burn his flag Turn a nigga to a masochist ah Bring it to the vatican The masses pinned Now pass the pistol Everybody’s gonna catch my drift ah Casualty on Casualty on Casualty Never said that I’m a terrorist ah I wish I could take the nigga that wrote this shit Throat, grip By his hairline and tear his face off You apply pressure More pressure More pressure It’s more until we break in two You’re full of hate And malice For those who aren’t the same as you Every single time I hear you speak I start to lose my fucking patience too I’m gonna cut you so damn quick, the blood will still be blue when it comes out of you I'm from a place that if you came you wouldn’t belong I shouldn’t have been born in a place I shouldn’t be from Your hatred infects me and I’m bound to repeat you Because you hate so much that we can’t help but hate you I wanna take your soul I swear to god I’m doing earth a favor I would put bands up of paper Just so someone could come up and erase you You pledge your soul to the flag Of the bombs and the guns and the gas Of the greed and the lies of the past Of the smile, disguise like a mask I’mma take a fucking pacifist And pass a fist Burn his flag Turn a nigga to a masochist ah Bring it to the vatican The masses pinned Now pass the pistol Everybody’s gonna catch my drift ah Casualty on Casualty on Casualty Never said that I’m a terrorist ah I wish I could take the nigga that wrote this shit Throat, grip By his hairline and tear his face off
Credits: Writer Names: Alex Calderon, Kareem Patterson Writer Publishers: Alltrack Produced by: WHOKILLEDXIX Mixed by: WHOKILLEDXIX Instruments and programming by: WHOKILLEDXIX Mastered by: WHOKILLEDXIX
Lyrics: Racks on the way I got packs gotta weigh Racks on the way I got thrax on the way Racks on the way I got bags by the way I’ll fuck up this whole damn pit when I swing fist like MMA Racks on the way I got packs gotta weigh Racks on the way I got thrax on the way Racks on the way I got bags by the way I got packs packs I got I got Thrax by the way Why you in my wallet Just know I keep my bands up Stunting since I walked in See them throw their hands up Shit finna get violent I should put my rings on before I hit this mosh pit They should play this theme song When I roll with the posse Yeah this is my war song Don't know what to call it Just know when I’m fucking That the chain stays on Know your shawty want me Dirty little faucet You gonna need some oxygen I’ll put your ass in orbit Shut the fuck up Nigga that’s an order Ain’t no wait no hold up Your ma ain’t raise no soldier Bah bah bah And now that boy a doner Leave his body empty Led his lamb to the slaughter Underground horror Blakk metal marauder And I took your shorty Thought my dick was a recorder We was at the crib Introduced her to the water She gonna need a doctor No she gonna need a lawyer Racks on the way I got packs gotta weigh Racks on the way I got thrax on the way Racks on the way I got bags by the way I’ll fuck up this whole damn pit when I swing fist like MMA Racks on the way I got packs gotta weigh Racks on the way I got thrax on the way Racks on the way I got bags by the way I got packs packs I got I got Thrax by the way I switch whole personalities I’m Hannah Montana She gon’ suck on it until I shoot just like a camera She gon’ shake it on me till I pop just like a Fanta Black diamonds White diamonds on me like a panda A hundred bands can turn a housewife into a dancer A hundred bands on your head would turn me into a danger For that bread boy I’ll become your best friend boy Before I put three into your back like you was a stranger Sniper sight hit you with the aim of a eagle Knock ‘em out, where did he go with that ego The residents inside of this bitch seem to be evil Light them up with the beam ray, it makes me feel like Frieza Iron to your head but I ain’t curling your hair Beat cold, it’s gonna make me hibernate like a bear Shit old, man I’m fed up with the talking beware Have his ass battered up and in need of repairs Racks on the way I got packs gotta weigh Racks on the way I got thrax on the way Racks on the way I got bags by the way I’ll fuck up this whole damn pit when I swing fist like MMA Racks on the way I got packs gotta weigh Racks on the way I got thrax on the way Racks on the way I got bags by the way I got packs packs I got I got Thrax by the way
Credits: Writer Names: Alex Calderon, Kareem Patterson, Austin Woodward Writer Publishers: Alltrack, Prescription Songs Produced by: Raziel, WHOKILLEDXIX Mixed by: Raziel Instruments and programming by: Raziel Mastered by: Jeremy Klein
Lyrics: You know how I roll Stacks keep fallin' out my coat Trouble, I love trouble I love gettin' into problems I'm a face stomper I'm a big tag bomber I'm a BMX'er Style sweet, I'm like nectar You're a toy You're a toy Someone please go grab that boy My chain hangs way, way too low Static on me like a coil You're a toy You're a toy Someone please go grab that boy My team knows me way too well They could tell just by the voice Chemical bottled spray paint makes me not stressed Me, I'm the hottest, I cannot see no contest Everything I say is fire, you don't need the context Loud with my big tunes, I am so obnoxious And you know I come swinging with hard hits like a boxer Stay inside your head just like the stains that's on your boxers Hack into your nebula and scramble up your nexus These beats will seep into your spirit and grant you ascension Coat furry like a ferret I ain't met a man I fear yet Don't drink dark, I need the clearest You want static, then you'll perish You're a toy You're a toy Someone please go grab that boy My chain hangs way, way too low Static on me like a coil You're a toy You're a toy Someone please go grab that boy My team knows me way too well They could tell just by the voice We come knocking down your door Y'all talk hot but make no noise Chalking brick down till I'm sore Boy, your team plays you like a toy We come through knocking down your door Bass knocks you off the floor We tag up, once we do it more The way I walk puts you in fear I heard they need a doctor Heart stop Time clock ticking as I walk in well Hello, I'll be your physician Getting proper Hard knock Time stop Twisting and turning while I operate the opposition Don't compromise me and my work or my position My lyric is my weapon, most efficient in precision Close to missin' but Both coasts are listenin' Cold flows delivered to hot states I'm livin' in Chaos Man, right down to my core, I need a séance You hear me Write down all these notes, I brought your crayons And ayo Don't forget your jacket when you take off You feel me Ghosts don't wait for nothin', boy, we take all Flows better Coat better You're an old fella Thinking you're beating me You should've known better I'm better So better My free throw so butter Earth lover Tree hugger Sister, brother We should just support each other Boy, don't front Because if you gon' front I'll act like I ain't knew you ever When y'all rock beats I Rocky them beats up They get beat up I'm release, you beta You a demo You dummy boy Soft like a gummy boy Eat your crew up for breakfast, y'all in my tummy boy The heat I'm servin' it's clean and perfect in its realest version The experience I'm delivering I should charge a fee for service Very selfish, need my wealthy And this music be my purpose You be worthless, you ain't got no style, so this beef ain't worth it There you go
Credits: Writer Names: Alex Calderon, Kareem Patterson, Damiar Krogh, Paul De Leon Writer Publishers: Alltrack Produced by: WHOKILLEDXIX, Paul De Leon Mixed by: WHOKILLEDXIX, Paul De Leon Instruments and programming by: WHOKILLEDXIX, Paul De Leon Mastered by: WHOKILLEDXIX
Lyrics: Oh no Don't let me go Gaze too cold Got me falling like the snow Can we go? Baby, I'll be getting old Where do you want to go? Where are you trying to go?
Feeling useless Pour it up again Pour it up again Bring me up again Is it useless? Yeah, I'm over it Filling up my head She knows we'd be better friends Still in motion I want your devotion Left me stranded out here in the open You're the option You're the only option Left me stranded out here in the open
You never listened I said I need a minute To focus on my I can't focus on my feelings When I'm all out of loss Maybe I'll start winning I'm wearing down my heart 'Cause I can't feel nothing in me
Kindly, I'm killing myself Truly, I'm all that I am I have nothing left 'Cause you were all that I had Kindly, just give me to hell Baby, it's not so bad I tied my necklace on In case you don't crawl back
Oh no Don't let me go Gaze too cold Got me falling like the snow Can we go? Baby, I'll be getting old Where do you want to go? Where are you trying to go? Oh no Don't let me go Gaze too cold Got me falling like the snow Can we go? Baby, I'll be getting old Where do you want to go? Where are you trying to go?
I think we've been on to something This that new shit, baby, don't care what you call it I mean, who cares? Baby, paint me as a target Aim that AR, pull the trigger, take a morgue trip Yeah, you know I'm dead right Uh-oh 'Cause I'd never be dead wrong Uh-oh I don't have a bedtime Uh-oh I only have a headstone
Oh no Don't let me go Gaze too cold Got me falling like the snow Can we go? Baby, I'll be getting old Where do you want to go? Where are you trying to go? Oh no Don't let me go Gaze too cold Got me falling like the snow Can we go? Baby, I'll be getting old Where do you want to go? Where are you trying to go? Don't let me go Please don't let me Don't let me go Please don't let me Don't let me go Please don't let me Don't let me go Please don't let me Oh no
Credits: Writer Names: Alex Calderon, Kareem Patterson Writer Publishers: Alltrack Produced by: WHOKILLEDXIX Mixed by: WHOKILLEDXIX Instruments and programming by: WHOKILLEDXIX Mastered by: WHOKILLEDXIX
Lyrics: You could hear my hear breaking loud as fuck Feel my heart aching Can I handle this Can I handle this Can I handle this Can I handle this All my skins a callous I don’t know my reflection Gonna kill this bitch Should I kill this bitch Should I kill this Should I kill Gonna kill this I come round Babe what’s that smell Burnt my house down To erase myself I can’t see now While run outta oxygen Damn Just forget what I said I’m killing my conscience Don’t make it obvious I just reset when I spawn in the morning It’s every morning It’s every morning Make sense I don't wanna make sense fix things I don't wanna fix this Lie and then spit in my face I think I came to like it Lowkey feel like suffering I feel I must separate Hot lines for the suicide Hang tight through this summer night Lowkey feel like suffering I feel I must separate Hot lines for the suicide Hang tight through this summer night I’m smoking up so I can feel blinded To my emotions, I put them behind me What I want, I don’t think I’ll find it A little happiness, a lot of silence All of this pain I wonder if you relate I smoke then sleep and repeat I do this everyday Night time looks just like the day When the moon illuminates A lonely life, a big bank I think I’ll accept this fate I be getting high I be smoking key lime It’s a pack that get you right You’ll be left if you don’t try it If I nut on your guys, they still wouldn’t be as slimy As me and all my bros when it’s dark we be sliding I love when you talk away Could hear you talk all day I’m just a call away Call and I’ll come, you know it Around her I got no brain Don’t think about a thing Don’t got no stress or pain You love me and you show it I’m blue Like sky like bruise Falling I’ve tried no use Bending But I'm still not two Cover my eyes to the truth I’m blue Like sky like bruise Falling I’ve tried no use Bending But I'm still not two Cover my eyes to the truth
#WHOKILLEDXIX #BEATBOX #InChainsskayda spazzed on dis 1WHOKILLEDXIX2023-10-13 | ...WHOKILLEDXIX - TOY! (prod. Raziel) [visualizer]WHOKILLEDXIX2023-10-13 | next cut off our In Chains EP + comic book dropping oct 20 👺 who ready
CREDITS Writer Names: Alex Calderon, Kareem Patterson, Austin Woodward Writer Publishers: Alltrack, Prescription Songs Produced by: Raziel, WHOKILLEDXIX Mixed by: Raziel Instruments and programming by: Raziel Mastered by: Jeremy Klein
LYRICS You know how I roll Stacks keep fallin' out my coat Trouble, I love trouble I love gettin' into problems I'm a face stomper I'm a big tag bomber I'm a BMX'er Style sweet, I'm like nectar You're a toy You're a toy Someone please go grab that boy My chain hangs way, way too low Static on me like a coil You're a toy You're a toy Someone please go grab that boy My team knows me way too well They could tell just by the voice Chemical bottled spray paint makes me not stressed Me, I'm the hottest, I cannot see no contest Everything I say is fire, you don't need the context Loud with my big tunes, I am so obnoxious And you know I come swinging with hard hits like a boxer Stay inside your head just like the stains that's on your boxers Hack into your nebula and scramble up your nexus These beats will seep into your spirit and grant you ascension Coat furry like a ferret I ain't met a man I fear yet Don't drink dark, I need the clearest You want static, then you'll perish You're a toy You're a toy Someone please go grab that boy My chain hangs way, way too low Static on me like a coil You're a toy You're a toy Someone please go grab that boy My team knows me way too well They could tell just by the voice We come knocking down your door Y'all talk hot but make no noise Chalking brick down till I'm sore Boy, your team plays you like a toy We come through knocking down your door Bass knocks you off the floor We tag up, once we do it more The way I walk puts you in fear I heard they need a doctor Heart stop Time clock ticking as I walk in well Hello, I'll be your physician Getting proper Hard knock Time stop Twisting and turning while I operate the opposition Don't compromise me and my work or my position My lyric is my weapon, most efficient in precision Close to missin' but Both coasts are listenin' Cold flows delivered to hot states I'm livin' in Chaos Man, right down to my core, I need a séance You hear me Write down all these notes, I brought your crayons And ayo Don't forget your jacket when you take off You feel me Ghosts don't wait for nothin', boy, we take all Flows better Coat better You're an old fella Thinking you're beating me You should've known better I'm better So better My free throw so butter Earth lover Tree hugger Sister, brother We should just support each other Boy, don't front Because if you gon' front I'll act like I ain't knew you ever When y'all rock beats I Rocky them beats up They get beat up I'm release, you beta You a demo You dummy boy Soft like a gummy boy Eat your crew up for breakfast, y'all in my tummy boy The heat I'm servin' it's clean and perfect in its realest version The experience I'm delivering I should charge a fee for service Very selfish, need my wealthy And this music be my purpose You be worthless, you ain't got no style, so this beef ain't worth it There you goWHOKILLEDXIX - TOY! (teaser)WHOKILLEDXIX2023-10-13 | "TOY!" out now: whokilledxix.lnk.to/TOY
CREDITS Writer Names: Alex Calderon, Kareem Patterson, Austin Woodward Writer Publishers: Alltrack, Prescription Songs Produced by: Raziel, WHOKILLEDXIX Mixed by: Raziel Instruments and programming by: Raziel Mastered by: Jeremy Klein
LYRICS You know how I roll Stacks keep fallin' out my coat Trouble, I love trouble I love gettin' into problems I'm a face stomper I'm a big tag bomber I'm a BMX'er Style sweet, I'm like nectar You're a toy You're a toy Someone please go grab that boy My chain hangs way, way too low Static on me like a coil You're a toy You're a toy Someone please go grab that boy My team knows me way too well They could tell just by the voice Chemical bottled spray paint makes me not stressed Me, I'm the hottest, I cannot see no contest Everything I say is fire, you don't need the context Loud with my big tunes, I am so obnoxious And you know I come swinging with hard hits like a boxer Stay inside your head just like the stains that's on your boxers Hack into your nebula and scramble up your nexus These beats will seep into your spirit and grant you ascension Coat furry like a ferret I ain't met a man I fear yet Don't drink dark, I need the clearest You want static, then you'll perish You're a toy You're a toy Someone please go grab that boy My chain hangs way, way too low Static on me like a coil You're a toy You're a toy Someone please go grab that boy My team knows me way too well They could tell just by the voice We come knocking down your door Y'all talk hot but make no noise Chalking brick down till I'm sore Boy, your team plays you like a toy We come through knocking down your door Bass knocks you off the floor We tag up, once we do it more The way I walk puts you in fear I heard they need a doctor Heart stop Time clock ticking as I walk in well Hello, I'll be your physician Getting proper Hard knock Time stop Twisting and turning while I operate the opposition Don't compromise me and my work or my position My lyric is my weapon, most efficient in precision Close to missin' but Both coasts are listenin' Cold flows delivered to hot states I'm livin' in Chaos Man, right down to my core, I need a séance You hear me Write down all these notes, I brought your crayons And ayo Don't forget your jacket when you take off You feel me Ghosts don't wait for nothin', boy, we take all Flows better Coat better You're an old fella Thinking you're beating me You should've known better I'm better So better My free throw so butter Earth lover Tree hugger Sister, brother We should just support each other Boy, don't front Because if you gon' front I'll act like I ain't knew you ever When y'all rock beats I Rocky them beats up They get beat up I'm release, you beta You a demo You dummy boy Soft like a gummy boy Eat your crew up for breakfast, y'all in my tummy boy The heat I'm servin' it's clean and perfect in its realest version The experience I'm delivering I should charge a fee for service Very selfish, need my wealthy And this music be my purpose You be worthless, you ain't got no style, so this beef ain't worth it There you go
CREDITS Writer Names: Alex Calderon, Kareem Patterson, Damiar Krogh, Paul De Leon Writer Publishers: Alltrack Produced by: WHOKILLEDXIX, Paul De Leon Mixed by: WHOKILLEDXIX, Paul De Leon Instruments and programming by: WHOKILLEDXIX, Paul De Leon Mastered by: WHOKILLEDXIX
LYRICS Oh no Don't let me go Gaze too cold Got me falling like the snow Can we go? Baby, I'll be getting old Where do you want to go? Where are you trying to go?
Feeling useless Pour it up again Pour it up again Bring me up again Is it useless? Yeah, I'm over it Filling up my head She knows we'd be better friends Still in motion I want your devotion Left me stranded out here in the open You're the option You're the only option Left me stranded out here in the open
You never listened I said I need a minute To focus on my I can't focus on my feelings When I'm all out of loss Maybe I'll start winning I'm wearing down my heart 'Cause I can't feel nothing in me
Kindly, I'm killing myself Truly, I'm all that I am I have nothing left 'Cause you were all that I had Kindly, just give me to hell Baby, it's not so bad I tied my necklace on In case you don't crawl back
Oh no Don't let me go Gaze too cold Got me falling like the snow Can we go? Baby, I'll be getting old Where do you want to go? Where are you trying to go? Oh no Don't let me go Gaze too cold Got me falling like the snow Can we go? Baby, I'll be getting old Where do you want to go? Where are you trying to go?
I think we've been on to something This that new shit, baby, don't care what you call it I mean, who cares? Baby, paint me as a target Aim that AR, pull the trigger, take a morgue trip Yeah, you know I'm dead right Uh-oh 'Cause I'd never be dead wrong Uh-oh I don't have a bedtime Uh-oh I only have a headstone
Oh no Don't let me go Gaze too cold Got me falling like the snow Can we go? Baby, I'll be getting old Where do you want to go? Where are you trying to go? Oh no Don't let me go Gaze too cold Got me falling like the snow Can we go? Baby, I'll be getting old Where do you want to go? Where are you trying to go? Don't let me go Please don't let me Don't let me go Please don't let me Don't let me go Please don't let me Don't let me go Please don't let me Oh no
#WHOKILLEDXIX #BENKRO #GO!WHOKILLEDXIX - VillainsWHOKILLEDXIX2023-07-29 | 👺 live from So What?, dallas tx june 25 2023
LYRICS: Put bare racks in the table Certainly I will get that done Main one said that I take too much But I just bake like cake and bun Don’t act bad with ur vacant funds Them man living the fakest one Skin and bones boy making none Bad em out try make me run Think it’s a game not here to play anymore Judo kick that’s straight to the door Might run straight up to a man’s house All the food that’s straight out the door TVs cds straight out the door All your pieces straight out the door Man's family is straight out the door
I am top g top villain Just did a line off the whip and I can’t even feel it I’m seeing twos in my vision I check the bank had to blink cause I seen double digits I gotta watch when I’m filling it up Cause the ops on the block trying to go for the scrimmage I gotta watch every time that I step out the crib cause everywhere I go they listen
I was coming to the right when I hit 'em Got in my way I’mma pray I ain't kill 'em Running out waiting for hitters I ain't got time to be making decisions Fuck my mental up wish shit was different We probably gang in another dimension On my life swear this shit could be different Pouring one out for the bro when we back at the village
She got the claws on She like feline She giving eyes yeah She sliding signs Watch her rotate that Then rewind I wanna fuck that hoe all night Rocking all black no Jack or Kodak I love bands and my lyrics they show that I’mma toss bro that pack then he stow that If they ask “who?” or “where?” I don’t know that If the bros need to call me up
No elephant but I’m popping the trunk I ain’t gotta stress about none If you talk shit then your ass get dumped I ain’t even pull up no gun Got a lil blade and I stick and poke Shout out to my ops On dick may they choke
I am top g top villain Just did a line off the whip and I can’t even feel it I’m seeing twos in my vision I check the bank had to blink cause I seen double digits I gotta watch when I’m filling it up Cause the ops on the block trying to go for the scrimmage I gotta watch every time that I step out the crib cause everywhere I go they listenWHOKILLEDXIX & Ezekiel - Villains (Official Audio)WHOKILLEDXIX2023-07-21 | "Villains" out now: whokilledxix.lnk.to/villains
CREDITS Writer Names: Alex Calderon, Kareem Patterson, William Andrew Joseph Entwistle Writer Publishers: Self published Produced by: WHOKILLEDXIX, Ezekiel Mixed by: WHOKILLEDXIX, Ezekiel Instruments and programming by: WHOKILLEDXIX, Ezekiel Mastered by: WHOKILLEDXIX, Ezekiel
LYRICS Put bare racks in the table Certainly I will get that done Main one said that I take too much But I just bake like cake and bun Don’t act bad with ur vacant funds Them man living the fakest one Skin and bones boy making none Bad em out try make me run Think it’s a game not here to play anymore Judo kick that’s straight to the door Might run straight up to a man’s house All the food that’s straight out the door TVs cds straight out the door All your pieces straight out the door Man's family is straight out the door
I am top g top villain Just did a line off the whip and I can’t even feel it I’m seeing twos in my vision I check the bank had to blink cause I seen double digits I gotta watch when I’m filling it up Cause the ops on the block trying to go for the scrimmage I gotta watch every time that I step out the crib cause everywhere I go they listen
I was coming to the right when I hit 'em Got in my way I’mma pray I ain't kill 'em Running out waiting for hitters I ain't got time to be making decisions Fuck my mental up wish shit was different We probably gang in another dimension On my life swear this shit could be different Pouring one out for the bro when we back at the village
She got the claws on She like feline She giving eyes yeah She sliding signs Watch her rotate that Then rewind I wanna fuck that hoe all night Rocking all black no Jack or Kodak I love bands and my lyrics they show that I’mma toss bro that pack then he stow that If they ask “who?” or “where?” I don’t know that If the bros need to call me up No elephant but I’m popping the trunk I ain’t gotta stress about none If you talk shit then your ass get dumped I ain’t even pull up no gun Got a lil blade and I stick and poke Shout out to my ops On dick may they choke
I am top g top villain Just did a line off the whip and I can’t even feel it I’m seeing twos in my vision I check the bank had to blink cause I seen double digits I gotta watch when I’m filling it up Cause the ops on the block trying to go for the scrimmage I gotta watch every time that I step out the crib cause everywhere I go they listen
#WHOKILLEDXIX #Ezekiel #VillainsBRO! 👹WHOKILLEDXIX2023-06-14 | ...What happened to the lonely stoner era ??WHOKILLEDXIX2023-05-28 | ...holdup 💨WHOKILLEDXIX2023-05-26 | ...ths is why we cant have nice things 💀WHOKILLEDXIX2023-05-25 | ...WHOKILLEDXIX - 9mm (Official Music Video)WHOKILLEDXIX2023-05-23 | "9mm" out now: whokilledxix.lnk.to/9mm
I'm staring myself When I look down at the chopper on my belt If I was a gun I wouldn't have to go to jail Aye, fuck it Dump a clip they put me on a shelf Dump a clip they put you in a cell When I spit, these niggas ducking 55 bullets that be cutting Through a nigga throat it face fuck em Lil nigga stop ducking I might turn this nigga head into a gusher If I was a chopper, I would stutter Damn your skin is soft God damn And that boy like to talk Okay if you got a problem, I'mma get that shit solved One shot, two shots, zero days off Three shots because you had a boy that was involved Fourth shot for yourself 'cause boys gone And the fifth shot is for the next kid that pick me up Still got 2 in the clip, hope he keep it tucked There's blood on ya teeth Blood in ya eyes Don't get no Blood on ya piece It's stuck in my slide Everyday you wake up closer to God Every night I watch you sleeping, see you itching to die You bitching, I'm hot Your wrist stayed locked You killed him My barrel aimed towards the chest of a civilian Taxes, I'mma need billions Make me rich so they can give me to your children Fuck them and fuck you too Fuck the subjects that they made up and they taught you in school They can't hear you You just screaming help till you blue Fuck that bully, believe me I could bully em too I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Stuff me with a clip, cock it back and go wild Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah With one of me, boy, you could take the whole town Put ya foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Pull my trigger with your thumb and go down Hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah If I ain't out there ain't no bodies being found I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah Loud bang Rearrange your face Put you in your place 30 clip Put it to your brain Fill you up with hate Fat shell Poppin out your forehead Like it was vein Hot shell Servin' em to order like a hot cake In your flesh I'm creating tunnels I boom on command just because I think it's fun to I kick kick back, I'm actin' like I know kung fu Put holes in ya body, not the one I bust nuts too Complicated Big glicks I think are my fixation Hold one and my eyes get dilated Dare you to come try and take me Leave your ass leaking like a lake be Missin', they like where his ass been at as of lately If I was I gun I wouldn't have a say so I'd have to bang and they would not explain no It could be that chain look nice or that bankroll tight If that whip too fly someone might just take your life Y'all be hackin' and slashin' I'm runnin' and gunnin' Banana clip Make him soft Tear him up like a gummy Smart when you got your popper but if not you're a dummy Make his smile permanent for thinkin' shit funny Try to get at me, I get my get back right back Buckshot make him sleep like a nightcap Smoke a sucka, no remorse because I'm like that Show him a photo of his mother then ignite that, uh I don't argue with these rappers, I know that I'm betta Shove a pussy in the way, to live, I'd do whatever Rearrange a pussy face in the name of some cheddar If I was a gun, I hope I get picked up by a killer I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Stuff me with a clip, cock it back, and go wild Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah With one of me, boy, you could take the whole town Put ya foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Pull my trigger with yo thumb and go down Hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah If I ain't out there, ain't no bodies being found I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah
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I'm staring myself When I look down at the chopper on my belt If I was a gun I wouldn't have to go to jail Aye, fuck it Dump a clip they put me on a shelf Dump a clip they put you in a cell When I spit, these niggas ducking 55 bullets that be cutting Through a nigga throat it face fuck em Lil nigga stop ducking I might turn this nigga head into a gusher If I was a chopper, I would stutter Damn your skin is soft God damn And that boy like to talk Okay if you got a problem, I'mma get that shit solved One shot, two shots, zero days off Three shots because you had a boy that was involved Fourth shot for yourself 'cause boys gone And the fifth shot is for the next kid that pick me up Still got 2 in the clip, hope he keep it tucked There's blood on ya teeth Blood in ya eyes Don't get no Blood on ya piece It's stuck in my slide Everyday you wake up closer to God Every night I watch you sleeping, see you itching to die You bitching, I'm hot Your wrist stayed locked You killed him My barrel aimed towards the chest of a civilian Taxes, I'mma need billions Make me rich so they can give me to your children Fuck them and fuck you too Fuck the subjects that they made up and they taught you in school They can't hear you You just screaming help till you blue Fuck that bully, believe me I could bully em too I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Stuff me with a clip, cock it back and go wild Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah With one of me, boy, you could take the whole town Put ya foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Pull my trigger with your thumb and go down Hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah If I ain't out there ain't no bodies being found I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah Loud bang Rearrange your face Put you in your place 30 clip Put it to your brain Fill you up with hate Fat shell Poppin out your forehead Like it was vein Hot shell Servin' em to order like a hot cake In your flesh I'm creating tunnels I boom on command just because I think it's fun to I kick kick back, I'm actin' like I know kung fu Put holes in ya body, not the one I bust nuts too Complicated Big glicks I think are my fixation Hold one and my eyes get dilated Dare you to come try and take me Leave your ass leaking like a lake be Missin', they like where his ass been at as of lately If I was I gun I wouldn't have a say so I'd have to bang and they would not explain no It could be that chain look nice or that bankroll tight If that whip too fly someone might just take your life Y'all be hackin' and slashin' I'm runnin' and gunnin' Banana clip Make him soft Tear him up like a gummy Smart when you got your popper but if not you're a dummy Make his smile permanent for thinkin' shit funny Try to get at me, I get my get back right back Buckshot make him sleep like a nightcap Smoke a sucka, no remorse because I'm like that Show him a photo of his mother then ignite that, uh I don't argue with these rappers, I know that I'm betta Shove a pussy in the way, to live, I'd do whatever Rearrange a pussy face in the name of some cheddar If I was a gun, I hope I get picked up by a killer I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Stuff me with a clip, cock it back, and go wild Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah With one of me, boy, you could take the whole town Put ya foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Pull my trigger with yo thumb and go down Hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah If I ain't out there, ain't no bodies being found I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah I put my foot down Gun metal bust out Bah Put ya hood up Tuck it Bust it Bah
#WHOKILLEDXIX #9MM👹9MMWHOKILLEDXIX2023-05-17 | ...👹demon timeWHOKILLEDXIX2023-05-17 | ...lore? 9MM + video by @KnopesProductions drop fri may 19👹WHOKILLEDXIX2023-05-16 | ...Been workin hard on sumthin for yall. 👀WHOKILLEDXIX2023-04-25 | ...Shd we finish this?👺WHOKILLEDXIX2023-04-23 | ...Remember where u came from 🙏 #LUCK1WHOKILLEDXIX2023-04-21 | ...Lore alert..LUCK1 is just the start👺 #whokilledxixWHOKILLEDXIX2023-04-21 | ...WHOKILLEDXIX - LUCK1 (Official Audio)WHOKILLEDXIX2023-04-21 | LUCK1 out now: whokilledxix.lnk.to/luck1
You want to touch me I want you to f*** me Don’t want your love Just want to get lucky
You want to touch me I want you to f*** me Don’t want your love
Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky
Lucky, lucky Get lucky Just want to get lucky Lucky Get lucky Just want to get lucky
Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky
Lucky, lucky Get lucky Just want to get lucky Lucky Get lucky Just want to get lucky
Violence Think i get off to Violence Now all i hear is Sirens The after party silent I'm on that time Ugh If that boy keep on Talking My fist will hit his socket Now he can't even walk in I'm on that time Ugh
Okay f*** Ford I could never whip their cars Boy you getting played like cards You must be off a bar Okay f*** whore N*** jumping on my dick too hard I'm about to blow Bust a nut on the face of ya hoe While you watching Sneako Then I switch the flow
Your bitch got a pretty pussy I admit it Boy you a pretty pussy ass n*** I think I’m pretty rich the way I'm living So I put a pretty penny on a cribby
My n***s with it know he tote the semi And that's why the duffle bag on them heavy You fumbling high tech heavy weaponry Boy got the muscle packed on him heavily
I am the realest N*** try to run up hit me I ain't feeling it And kept a buck fifty Tucked with me N*** come and f*** with me Cause I cant give a f*** in me
Boy came to test me F*** n*** don’t sweat the technique Gang pull up like 10 we neck deep Name at least ten hoes that came to sex me
Boy came to test me F*** n*** dont sweat the technique Big dick ya bitch into next week Shawty putting my music on just to tempt me
You want to touch me I want you to f*** me Don’t want your love Just want to get lucky
You want to touch me I want you to f*** me Don’t want your love Just want to get lucky
Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky
Lucky, lucky Get lucky Just want to get lucky Lucky Get lucky Just want to get lucky
Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky
Lucky, lucky Get lucky Just want to get lucky Lucky Get lucky Just want to get lucky
Y’all don’t want it Cuz I be toting that whatchacallit I freak your girl she leave by the mornin I made a killing so now y’all mourning
Put down my phone all these birdies calling Think you better than me then put 30 on it Put on my ringer the birdies chirping I could never have beef with a dirty person
These chemicals in my brain are slowly life draining but I am lit The poison will infiltrate and make your concern nothing but it In the end, what will you have to show for it, nothing Toss all of your goals and aspirations right into the bin
F*** it uh F*** it uh If I f*** one then I’m trying to f*** ten uh Your bitch got a real good suction uh That shit like a motherf***ing suction cup
Hit the function I’m just tryna f*** shit up Young SKINWALKER from the dungeon uh They said I had a lot but it’s not enough I’m trying to feel numb, dick numb
I’m knocking all his teeth out cuz I do not like his ego I really do not want the hoe you talk to she want me though You talk down boy just mind you, that we’ll find you like you’re Nemo I cannot f*** with no girl if she cannot show me she could act like a freak hoe
I’m knocking all his teeth out cause I do not like his ego I’m running out of ammo I think I'mma need to reload Yeah I love to sin I love the villains f*** the heroes I'mma front flip in the pit like I’m Steve-o
Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky
Lucky, lucky Get lucky Just want to get lucky Lucky Get lucky Just want to get lucky
Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky
Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky
Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky Just want to get lucky
Lucky, lucky Get lucky Just want to get lucky Lucky Get lucky Just want to get luckyBeen grinding 👺WHOKILLEDXIX2023-04-19 | ...Restless Fest SXSW 2023 Recap (March 15 2023)WHOKILLEDXIX2023-04-01 | Austin turn up 👺 Shoutout @restlessfest. love yall.
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Pressure Don't try to feel my pressure Don't try to hold my pressure Don't try to take my pressure You cannot hold this pressure
Pressure Don't try to feel my pressure Don't try to hold my pressure Don't try to take my pressure You cannot hold this pressure
You get left If you don’t get right get decked I’m in your bag Like TSA, you getting checked I don’t need no crumbs I need everything you have I need funds inside a big ass duffel backpack Playing with me is a fools game We lit em up like a soufflé We gonna do some shit that you can’t explain But for us it was Tuesday
They like to pretend I’m not on Who ain’t? Beat up his noggin Now that boy shaking Inside his drawers he got dookie stains
Stay low Or else you gonna catch a halo Payload I got big body bank roll Am I wrong if I said I feel like a god? COD straps I had to equip that ACOG
He said I should start packing I had to pack him out Got that splinter cell technology I’m finna track you down Racks on me racks on me Pussy boy who laughing now? Thick smoke coming out the whip that I was gassing out
Pressure Don't try to feel my pressure Don't try to hold my pressure Don't try to take my pressure You cannot hold this pressure
Pressure Don't try to feel my pressure Don't try to hold my pressure Don't try to take my pressure You cannot hold this pressure
I’m going faster I’m with the clique like Dasher, Cupid, Comet, Prancer Blixem tote them dicks it’s why that boy got turned into a dancer I gotta magic trick I”ll turn that brick behind you to a canvas Vixen stash the whip way up the ally where there ain’t no cameras
Yeah he a saint He an angel I feel like knocking him out of his halo nigga War on outside Fuck the hiding nigga take some I wanna die Go ahead nigga run up on me and say some I need him alive If you smoke my niggas then you smoking a laced blunt
I keep getting close to going off it I'm just counting down the days until I off it The war inside me is a constant The anguish is chronic
My toxic Conscious Kills everything when I walk in Turn my pain into content I carry the weight of my coffin I am exhausted Honest I needed help for the longest Fuck all the bitching and talking I'll never die if I off it
My toxic Conscious Kills everything when I walk in Turn my pain into content I carry the weight of my coffin I am exhausted Honest I needed help for the longest Fuck all the bitching and talking I'll never die if I off it
Pressure Don't try to feel my pressure Don't try to hold my pressure Don't try to take my pressure You cannot hold this pressure
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Pressure Don't try to feel my pressure Don't try to hold my pressure Don't try to take my pressure You cannot hold this pressure
Pressure Don't try to feel my pressure Don't try to hold my pressure Don't try to take my pressure You cannot hold this pressure
You get left If you don’t get right get decked I’m in your bag Like TSA, you getting checked I don’t need no crumbs I need everything you have I need funds inside a big ass duffel backpack Playing with me is a fools game We lit em up like a soufflé We gonna do some shit that you can’t explain But for us it was Tuesday
They like to pretend I’m not on Who ain’t? Beat up his noggin Now that boy shaking Inside his drawers he got dookie stains
Stay low Or else you gonna catch a halo Payload I got big body bank roll Am I wrong if I said I feel like a god? COD straps I had to equip that ACOG
He said I should start packing I had to pack him out Got that splinter cell technology I’m finna track you down Racks on me racks on me Pussy boy who laughing now? Thick smoke coming out the whip that I was gassing out
Pressure Don't try to feel my pressure Don't try to hold my pressure Don't try to take my pressure You cannot hold this pressure
Pressure Don't try to feel my pressure Don't try to hold my pressure Don't try to take my pressure You cannot hold this pressure
I’m going faster I’m with the clique like Dasher, Cupid, Comet, Prancer Blixem tote them dicks it’s why that boy got turned into a dancer I gotta magic trick I”ll turn that brick behind you to a canvas Vixen stash the whip way up the ally where there ain’t no cameras
Yeah he a saint He an angel I feel like knocking him out of his halo nigga War on outside Fuck the hiding nigga take some I wanna die Go ahead nigga run up on me and say some I need him alive If you smoke my niggas then you smoking a laced blunt
I keep getting close to going off it I'm just counting down the days until I off it The war inside me is a constant The anguish is chronic
My toxic Conscious Kills everything when I walk in Turn my pain into content I carry the weight of my coffin I am exhausted Honest I needed help for the longest Fuck all the bitching and talking I'll never die if I off it
My toxic Conscious Kills everything when I walk in Turn my pain into content I carry the weight of my coffin I am exhausted Honest I needed help for the longest Fuck all the bitching and talking I'll never die if I off it
Pressure Don't try to feel my pressure Don't try to hold my pressure Don't try to take my pressure You cannot hold this pressure
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