Wifisfuneral, CHXPO — BloodyBoysWhoCriedWolf
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Yuh, ooh, ooh
Cris Dinero on the track
Yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy
Listen, you can find me back in the grave, dead in the maze
Hold my bullets, when I shoot ‘em, russian roulette, ooh with that range
If I up, then I’mma dump, like what the fuck, don’t get stupid
I can’t hold it all, stacked in my way, Act’ in my brain
Switching, ripping, bitch fall I back in that lane, yuh
my bitch white, Hillary Duff, uh
Scrape the bowl right from the front, uh
Thick yellowbone in the cunt, hey
Kill me with that noose, truce, ooh
Did that shit that I’m just used to
No conscience, I might shoot through, ayy
Pump stick, boy, don’t pump fake
With that stick, trick, ooh
Bad bitch try to curve me
Count this guap, now she look thirsty
You see Kiki tote a 30
Broad day, out in early
Spilling codeine out my bladder when I take a piss
Popping addys, popping xannys, baby I been busting missions
Pink molly in my casket, jugging in the mission
See I fell asleep in codeine, now I wake up in my misery
Money make her cum, that bitch feeling like she off pure ecstasy
Hundred band, honey couldn’t jug with me
I just got back, flying overseas
Ooh, the French hoes, they adoring me
Twenty bands right out the door, you see
I just got back, flying overseas
Oh, the French hoes, they adoring me
Twenty bands right out the door, you see
Ay, okay like
Fuck that up, like right there
Ay, okay, that ‘Cedes-Benz
Fuck that up, like right there
Ay, okay, a hundred bands
Fuck that up, like right there
Ay, okay, that ‘Cedes-Benz
Fuck that up, like right there
Ay, yuh, ay, okay, like
Fuck that up, like right there
Ay, okay, that ‘Cedes-Benz
Fuck that up, like right there
Ay, okay, a hundred bands
Fuck that up, like right there
Ay, okay, that ‘Cedes-Benz
Fuck that up, like right there
Okay, a hundred bands like
A thousand percs, 50 pints
So I whip out like 50 glocks
Sound like 20 choppers
Spilling down your block with that re-rock
Boy, we got like half a brick, that’s a straight drop
Made a hundred thousand in the trap spot (ooh)
But I made like 20 off this pot
A hundred off a lick
Did it all alone, I just spent like 80 taking trips
I’m in Saks Fifth, spending money, like I’m rich
I’m hood rich, she a good bitch
Give her good dick
I’m from the trenches, I ain’t from the hood, bitch
Treat a model bitch, centerfold bitch, like an alley cat
Feeling [?], but you can have her back
I don’t need no backup, ’cause this uzi got my back
20 racks in my Gucci fanny pack (My what?)
I make the pack flip just like a acrobat (ooh)
Bitch, my trap house doing jumping jacks
I don’t wanna hit your bag, ain’t no thrax
Lil CHXPO used to shop at T.J. Maxx
Now, bitch, I be shopping in Saks
Lil CHXPO, how much you pay for that hat?
Bitch, I paid like two racks
Lil CHXPO, go and get your wave cap
Nigga, tryna get my wave back
Niggas tried to ride my wave since way back
We gon’ shoot where they fucking face at
Lil CHXPO, what you doing right now?
I’m just cooling, in the jug house
