Chetta — Drag Em to Hell (Freestyle)

Слушать Chetta — Drag Em to Hell (Freestyle)

Текст Chetta — Drag Em to Hell (Freestyle)

Lil bitty bitch
Take it outside
We double back
In the car ride
Ya hoe wanna fuck
Get the alright
She on the dick
Like a cowhide
I told that lil woe
Keep her mouth wide
She pipe me till her mouth dry
I petty i petty
Thats alright
We from that mother fucking south side

Play if you want it
No i ain’t condoning
I murk my opponents
My choppas imported
That pistol reloaded
Dont make me unload it
Im dropping the work
On the scale
Screaming out
Hollering fuck twelve
Them bitches
They want me to fail
But baby ill die before jail
So fuck it we giving em hell
Run up the bail
Roll up my wood like an l
Shotty beside me spit shells
Shoot at the air
Bullets be flying like hail
Shawty keep calling my cell
No i dont care
Please get the fuck out my hair
No i do no need your prayers
Run with the flare
All of this money i wear
I cannot fuck with you squares
Giving em hell
Rolling up dope
That semi dont choke
Im all in that boat
Like murder she wrote
Keep killing you hoes
I jump in my mode
Pass out in the rover
Dont come any closer
Bend you like yoga
White sheet like that toga
Ya im in that nolia
Rip soulja
No feelings involved
My pilly dissolve
Im fucking her raw
And passing her off
Dont care bout no laws
A rebel
No cause
Move like a boss
Fuck what it cost
Money get washed
Feelings get crossed
Get lost in the sauce
Im just tryna flex up flex up
You can get the head shot
Chest up
All up on my block
Thats no love
We ain’t never dapping up no hug
We ain’t never capping out no jugg
All up in the trap with mine no plug
Baby got to get in line no rush
Giving em hell
But yall know us