[kurtains, glaive, Wido]
Hi, Dopa, ha-ha
Ching that cunt
Got a spinna to his throat
Had to use the bullet, but he crying on the floor
Pop, pop this, he—
Pack on me
Ching that cunt
Got a spinna to his throat
Had to use the bullet, but he crying on the floor
Pop, pop this, he—
Pack on me
(Give me that)
I'm not even joking when I say that I don't need her
At least I got a fuckin' woman, got a Glock if you wan' meet her
I'm with kurtains, I'm with Wido, in the back, we got a heater
I'm with pposture, I'm with p4rkr, I ain't talkin' 'bout no Peter
I don't like the confrontation
I'm a fan of conversation
Talk your shit, bro, I ain't breaking
Bill Cosby, my drink, she lacin'
Racks in my wallet, can't fold
Yeah, I'm on the horse, then I start to lose control
Yeah, he talkin' shit, so we wipin' his nose
She got inside me, jump out of the fourth floor (Order)
'Bout to take my life, I'm going real low
Silver chain on me, so heavy, move slow
Three white points on me, hit my heart, oh, no
Weapon on me, hit my heart, oh, no
Ching that cunt
Got a spinna to his throat
Had to use the bullet, but he crying on the floor
Pop, pop this, he—
Pack on me
Ching that cunt
Got a spinna to his throat
Had to use the bullet, but he crying on the floor
Pop, pop this, he—
Pack on me