[kurtains, glaive, Wido, ericdoa]
Hi, Dopa, ha-ha
Ching that cunt
Got a spinna to his throat
Had to use the bullet, but he 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 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
I got a game we could play, Russian Roulette
I'm ending lives, ain't No Russian, now his crew's dead
Yeah, these pills, they got me tired, call up Wido
I'm taking back cover fire (*John*)
Ayy, who's that coming? DOA
What you do? Run away
Need pack, ándale
Think I'm scared? No way
I'm sending bullets both ways
Shut the fuck up and protect me
Tried to break inside of Hell, but my angels wouldn't let me
I got one gold bullet if you try to fucking tempt me
Got a couple people in my state, I know they tryna end me
I cannot be friendly
Get them racks and plenty
Don't get happy ending
You're stuck on pretending, yeah
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 (Ee-hee-hee—)