Gookflava &
Famous Lil Baby & Chi-Chi (USA)
Rapper Repa
Rapper Repa
Rapper Repa
Rapper Repa
Teeawgo
NastiRecords & Rappeguden
Scream Geronimo
KAST MD &
NastiRecords
SAD JIG & Gnaw, The Rapper
NastiRecords
Ferb, The Rapper
NastiRecords
NastiRecords
KUWAGATA 彡
Krazyjax
Rapper Repa
Gnaw, The Rapper & oddyssi
NastiRecords
NastiRecords
From here out now
It's a chronic boost
A sonic jump
But its hard to move
Wether Meth or crack
Its hard to choose
When the cops in blue
Chase after you
They hunt you
Like a pack of wolves
My bloods flew
Like a pack of juice
So fuck you!
All of yous
Got nice moves
That'll booze you
Gotta wake up to this morning shit
My worlds still blur while I pour my piss
I take a stamp to the tongue instead of a morning kiss
Start swearing in the morning till I roll my splif
Wear my T-shirt n my jacket
While my bags full of crack n shit
My minds in a fuckin state that thinks imma rocket ship
Come on now gather around
All ain’t got the balls to rap in the crowd
The beats get heavy now , my hearts raisin up
You think it’s crazy enough
You better get ready now
That amazing stuff , you start blazing it up, yeah you know baby what I’m talkin of
Yeah this is the time now
Whenever you line up
Like a man shoveled cocksucker
Cuz yo’ bitch is dyin now
Gotta spread the green supper
Take the fuckin keys of the
You better not lie to me, until you smoke a piece of her
If this was a game
I’d choose a life
With extra heart n ammo
Still loose a life!
This side of I
I lose my mind
My skin crawling
From two sides of life
One’s down and my times up
For a 9 mili it’s just a worth
About to burn , sitting on the clouds lookin' at the sun
You’re a gangster run!
Now far as I fuckin' know you
You don’t owe me, I don’t owe you
But the rate at what ya driftin'
I portray the fuckin' script n’
That I hope I don’t
Kill you, did I diss you
Here’s a tissue
Cuz bitch you
Just a glitch who’s
Not a blissful, I’m a crystal missile
Blowing triple whistles , from a pistol
Causing dismal in your cripple visual
I ain’t gotta fake accent
Im your space-dad
Took your mom to intergalactic space and
Did a third base
With her face strapped
To my space craft
Tied my lace and glazed at
Face that, (Wooh!) wrath attack
Light Saber in a Maybach!
It’s payback your brains in haystack
Gotta face that, don’t chase back
In a way that, get wrecked in a racetrack
Fuck Imma slayback!