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A.V.
reTIreMEnt: THE ALBUM (01/22) ALL DSPs
Wanted to try my hand at the Drill shyt.
Came up with it on the spot at the studio. Verses took like 15 minutes. Gonna include it in my album or just use it for promo
Came up with it on the spot at the studio. Verses took like 15 minutes. Gonna include it in my album or just use it for promo
A.V.
reTIreMEnt: THE ALBUM (01/22) ALL DSPs
From "The Purple Tape' EP
HOOK:
Money, money, rack it up.
Real nikkas do real things, back it up.
Talk tough, that's how you get clapped up,
Bagged up, mummy wrapped up.
That's money, money...easy.
This money, money...easy.
Get money, money...easy.
That's money, money...easy.
VERSE 2 (A.V.):
A.V..I get easy money. Had to get it out the mud…Greasy money.
In a Snowman tee…Jeezy money. Got a Onlyfans treesh, she sleazy money.
If you need it from me, I got it...You get 'Zach Wilson' outta pocket?
I'ma send a blitz, my youngin' a Crip, and THAT lil' nikka got a rocket.
Uh...
2 rings, on my 2 Chainz...Fire on me like Liu Kang.
My dudes Wave, like Tulane. What you claim? nikka, Woo gang.
Only Blicky wit me, got a blue flame. All that goofy shyt make da mood change
Try me? I tell ‘em shoot, BANG,
And turn your crew name, to a new strain.
Uh...
Kayo da bloody….but it’s still Crip tho.
9 to 5, real estate...Stock market, crypto.
Rap game, trap game...Opp cars, we flip those.
It’s backed up, you died in traffic jam, RIP tho
HOOK (Kayo):
Ain't no lackin', really pistol packin', on some real shyt.
Drill shyt, playin' Hollywood, this ain't no movie script.
Fast & Furious, my whoadies movin', like they Ludacris.
Armed and dangerous, don't play wit' us, don't matter who you wit'. (x2)
VERSE:
When you was on ya kitchen shift, I was water whippin' shyt.
Ya bytch a brick house. I just remodeled and finished it
My new hustle real estate. Crib got a picket fence.
Triple entendre, a nikka still flippin bricks…
See Issa difference between us. The shyt I spit is the meanest.
My 4-5th got a dikk…you just bytch with a penis.
He jackin' 6, I'ma Leave his...frame stiff as a fetus.
That iron pressed to his shirt...but he ain’t been to the cleaners.
Catch me drippin' like I’m T.D. Jakes.
Heard you got ya chain yapped, now ya VVs blank.
It took a lotta gangbangin just to see these ranks.
You gotta back it out and squeeze, til' some GDs plank.
(This shyt sound like) whoadie...straight up outta da 'Nolia.
One phone call, my Locs gon run up on ya.
I’m eastside 312, G-Stone, to da cor’ner.
Killers on the team, from the 'Ville, to California...
HOOK:
Run it up: Billin.
Spin his block: Drillin
fukka opp. Villian.
If He the cops…Kill him.
If he shoot first then you Better shoot back.
Talk to the Feds, we ah never do that.
fukk yo set, you got several rats.
And we pullin up shootin wherever you at.
(x2)
VERSE 1 (A.V.):
I step in this bytch wit a J in my hand.
No shell case, 38 in my pants.
No I’m not active, but I get it craccin.
My demons'll do what I say on command.
And if you ever catch A in a jam,
He be ok, he ain’t taking the stand.
7 years, in a cage like a man.
Beat up nikkas with a tray in the can.
I'm da big Woo
8 to the 2
Trey be da crew.
Navy and blue.
A couple bodies that I laid, issa few.
A nikka never had to pay me to do.
Big bank…Bag with me
Fish tank…Da Jag drippy.
Cig rank…Da Flag Crippy.
Last nikka called me a crab: missing.
Left peep holes all up in his clothes.
Threw his corpse, in the trunk and I drove.
But if I told you where I hid the body,
You’d say that I did it right under your nose.
Under your nose like a coke line.
Call my White boy to co-sign.
Pig farm, now they pork rinds.
That’s how I did my opps both times.
I’m Still down to catch a fade, and punch
Every nikka dead, ever played, wit us.
nikkas pre-rolls, yeah I paid up front.
Now you and your man in the same damn blunt.
You putting on a show, so the gun'll go clap.
A.V. and Kayo, what's fukkin wit dat?
If we don’t score, when we get to shootin,
I’m spinnin his block, and I’m runnin it back!
HOOK
VERSE 2 (Kayo)
VERSE 2 ENDING (A.V.):
Nah…nikkas in the house.
Home invasion, glizzy in the mouth,
Cuz you online, doing shyt for clout.
You be 'post'ing 'sticks', I go a different 'route'.
I be coaching shyt, pull the Pippen out.
I'ma do a nikka like Mom Duke,
Take him outside, and show him what this switch is bout!
HOOK
VIDEOS ON THE WAY...MORE SONGS SOON.
HOOK:
Money, money, rack it up.
Real nikkas do real things, back it up.
Talk tough, that's how you get clapped up,
Bagged up, mummy wrapped up.
That's money, money...easy.
This money, money...easy.
Get money, money...easy.
That's money, money...easy.
VERSE 2 (A.V.):
A.V..I get easy money. Had to get it out the mud…Greasy money.
In a Snowman tee…Jeezy money. Got a Onlyfans treesh, she sleazy money.
If you need it from me, I got it...You get 'Zach Wilson' outta pocket?
I'ma send a blitz, my youngin' a Crip, and THAT lil' nikka got a rocket.
Uh...
2 rings, on my 2 Chainz...Fire on me like Liu Kang.
My dudes Wave, like Tulane. What you claim? nikka, Woo gang.
Only Blicky wit me, got a blue flame. All that goofy shyt make da mood change
Try me? I tell ‘em shoot, BANG,
And turn your crew name, to a new strain.
Uh...
Kayo da bloody….but it’s still Crip tho.
9 to 5, real estate...Stock market, crypto.
Rap game, trap game...Opp cars, we flip those.
It’s backed up, you died in traffic jam, RIP tho
HOOK (Kayo):
Ain't no lackin', really pistol packin', on some real shyt.
Drill shyt, playin' Hollywood, this ain't no movie script.
Fast & Furious, my whoadies movin', like they Ludacris.
Armed and dangerous, don't play wit' us, don't matter who you wit'. (x2)
VERSE:
When you was on ya kitchen shift, I was water whippin' shyt.
Ya bytch a brick house. I just remodeled and finished it
My new hustle real estate. Crib got a picket fence.
Triple entendre, a nikka still flippin bricks…
See Issa difference between us. The shyt I spit is the meanest.
My 4-5th got a dikk…you just bytch with a penis.
He jackin' 6, I'ma Leave his...frame stiff as a fetus.
That iron pressed to his shirt...but he ain’t been to the cleaners.
Catch me drippin' like I’m T.D. Jakes.
Heard you got ya chain yapped, now ya VVs blank.
It took a lotta gangbangin just to see these ranks.
You gotta back it out and squeeze, til' some GDs plank.
(This shyt sound like) whoadie...straight up outta da 'Nolia.
One phone call, my Locs gon run up on ya.
I’m eastside 312, G-Stone, to da cor’ner.
Killers on the team, from the 'Ville, to California...
HOOK:
Run it up: Billin.
Spin his block: Drillin
fukka opp. Villian.
If He the cops…Kill him.
If he shoot first then you Better shoot back.
Talk to the Feds, we ah never do that.
fukk yo set, you got several rats.
And we pullin up shootin wherever you at.
(x2)
VERSE 1 (A.V.):
I step in this bytch wit a J in my hand.
No shell case, 38 in my pants.
No I’m not active, but I get it craccin.
My demons'll do what I say on command.
And if you ever catch A in a jam,
He be ok, he ain’t taking the stand.
7 years, in a cage like a man.
Beat up nikkas with a tray in the can.
I'm da big Woo
8 to the 2
Trey be da crew.
Navy and blue.
A couple bodies that I laid, issa few.
A nikka never had to pay me to do.
Big bank…Bag with me
Fish tank…Da Jag drippy.
Cig rank…Da Flag Crippy.
Last nikka called me a crab: missing.
Left peep holes all up in his clothes.
Threw his corpse, in the trunk and I drove.
But if I told you where I hid the body,
You’d say that I did it right under your nose.
Under your nose like a coke line.
Call my White boy to co-sign.
Pig farm, now they pork rinds.
That’s how I did my opps both times.
I’m Still down to catch a fade, and punch
Every nikka dead, ever played, wit us.
nikkas pre-rolls, yeah I paid up front.
Now you and your man in the same damn blunt.
You putting on a show, so the gun'll go clap.
A.V. and Kayo, what's fukkin wit dat?
If we don’t score, when we get to shootin,
I’m spinnin his block, and I’m runnin it back!
HOOK
VERSE 2 (Kayo)
VERSE 2 ENDING (A.V.):
Nah…nikkas in the house.
Home invasion, glizzy in the mouth,
Cuz you online, doing shyt for clout.
You be 'post'ing 'sticks', I go a different 'route'.
I be coaching shyt, pull the Pippen out.
I'ma do a nikka like Mom Duke,
Take him outside, and show him what this switch is bout!
HOOK
VIDEOS ON THE WAY...MORE SONGS SOON.
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Your last song bro are you done doing music or are you suicidal?
both, but mostly the former
DrHackenbush
Happy wars/sad love songs
Don't do it bro it's not worth it. Try to go listen to my music it might lift your spirits. And keep working on music cuz that may be one of the biggest factors keeping you with us
OmegaK2099
Gettin' It In
I'm brand new
SymbolicOne09
All Star
Stay with us brah you have a fan in me with your music like @TXTrill1 said listen to some music brah .. get some positive vibes... if you need someone to talk to dm me
Timothy Marley
Pro
New to this forum, glad to be here. Working on a project, check me out. Any pointers or advice would be appreciated. Three songs from the upcoming mixtape.
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