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[Chorus: kurtains]

Ching that cunt

Got a spinner to his throat

Had-had-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor

Pop, pop this

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me

Ching that cunt

Got a spinner to his throat

Had-had-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor

Pop, pop this

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me

Give me that

[Verse 1: glaive]

I'm not even joking when I said that I don't need her

At least I got a ****in' woman, got a Glock if you wan' meet up

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 talking 'bout no Peter

I don't like the confrontation

I'm a fan of conversations

Talk your shit, bro, I ain't breaking

Look at me, my drink, she laced it

[Verse 2: Wido]

Racks in my wallet, can't fold

Yeah, I'm off the horse then I start to lose control

Yeah, he talkin' shit so we wipin' his nose

They got inside me, jumping out the fourth floor

'Bout to take my life, I'm going real low

Silver chain on me, so heavy, move slow

Three weapons on me, in my heart, oh no

Weapon on me, hit my heart, oh no

[Verse 3: ericdoa & kurtains]

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-pack ándale

Think I'm scared? No way

I'm sending bullets, both ways

Shut the **** 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 ****ing 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 endings

You're stuck on pretending, yeah

[Chorus: kurtains]

Ching that cunt

Got a spinner to his throat

Had-had-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor

Pop, pop this

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me

Ching that cunt

Got a spinner to his throat

Had-had-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor

Pop, pop this

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me

[Verse 4: ONE YEAR]

I've been going stupid, going mental

Lil' boy sad, you in the friend zone

Shiny teeth fitted in my dental

**** a studio, record in my bedroom

Feel like kketamine by the way I been racing

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

[Verse 5: angelus]

Hold up, you just want a piece of me

Thirteen rounds in this Glizzy, I ain't talking 'bout Felicity

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

I been up for a minute, with the gang, it's so clear to see

I don't care 'bout your feelings, bro, I just want the commas

Everybody moving mad fun, I don't care about the drama

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

All black on my fit, yeah, bro, that's my favorite color

[Verse 6: kuru]

**** this, I ain't ****in' with your bullshit

Know you act stupid so I'm emptying a full clip

On your head, I wish that I was dead

'Cause I don't wanna speak at all

I'm not downing the sight unless it's in my favor

Trying something new, I ain't ****ing with the flavor

Yeah, you're goin' out sad, please don't try to chase her

And I'm posted in a cell, I don't care 'bout good behavior

[Verse 7: kurtains]

Eyes on you, you got eyes on me

Shoutout quinn, ss03

With dolly, I'm with Kwuzi

Rolling off your body (Hee, hee, hee, huh?)

Bitch, I'm laughing 'cause you funny

This made this, your this

Talking shit, bitch ass bitch

And nothing else coming at your mouth

But a Glick and a dick

You ain't talking when I…

[Chorus: kurtains]

Ching that cunt

Got a spinner to his throat

Had-had-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor

Pop, pop this

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me

Ching that cunt

Got a spinner to his throat

Had-had-had to use a bullet, bet he crying on the floor

Pop, pop this

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pack on me