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[kurtains, glaive, Wido, ericdoa, *ONE YEAR*, **angelus**]

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)

*I've been going stupid, going mental

Lil' boy, you sad you in the friend zone

Shiny teeth fitted in my dental

Fuck a studio, record in my bedroom

Feel like kketamine by the way I've been racin'

Don't hit my DM if you don't got payment

I don't like to wait, yeah, I'm so impatient

I'ma need a facelift, Dior on my fragrance*

**Hold up** (***angel***)**, you just want a piece of me

Thirteen rounds in this Glizzy, I ain't talking 'bout Felicity* (***Sheesh***)

**Talking shit all the time, lil' bro, you can't be friends with me

I've been up for a minute with the g— it's so clear to see

I don't care 'bout your feelings, bro, I just want my commas (**Commas**)

Everybody movin' mad fun, I don't care about the drama (**Drama**)

I got hoes on my DM's, I ain't talking 'bout Mo Bamba (**Bamba**)

All black on my fit, yeah, bro, that's my favourite colour**

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—)

Dates

Leak Date:

June 29, 2025.

Miscellaneous Info

File Name(s):

Unknown

Recording Location:

glaive's Vocals:

Home Recording Studio, Hendersonville, NC.

Category:Feature & Alternate Demo Track (Completed)

Properties:Original File: 320kbps (.mp3)