letra de the fcat - blp kosher
[chorus]
pop sh-t, hit ’em with the drum kit
coolin’ kit came with a fifty on some f-ck sh-t
big glizzy in the k!ll like [?]
six-two shootin’ at the wall, we don’t duck, jit
black diamonds gave me grip thumb, like, what’s this?
tote lead but i don’t mall grab, rock truck fit
crack glass, poke a door, no lock smith
bad b-tch, she don’t d-ck ride, cracker c-ck kiss
[verse 1]
hop up out the whip, gave that boy a spray tan
pull up with the ratchet, let it clap, boo haman
it ain’t nothin’ to cut that b-tch off with the same hand
two chains movin’ with them rounds, they some k camp
d-mn, and sh-t that leave them flatten, let the bih blow
[?] tryna stack clips with lil sisco
my b-tch she a snack, look like nabisco
d-mn, spin a cracker block, dj frisco
[chorus]
pop sh-t, hit ’em with the drum kit
coolin’ kit came with a fifty on some f-ck sh-t
big glizzy in the k!ll like [?]
six-two shootin’ at thе wall, we don’t duck, jit
black diamonds gave me grip thumb, likе, what’s this?
tote lead but i don’t mall grab, rock truck fit
crack glass, poke a door, no lock smith
bad b-tch, she don’t d-ck ride, cracker c-ck kiss
[verse 2]
what it is though?
[?] let her know, let your b-tch go
kiss the ground, we in the land
if katy perry went to sp-ce, then i can pull up bands
so much sh-lls on the ground, he think we catchin’ clams
crackers top, it hurts good, john mellencamp
grab the mic, jack the plane, i won’t
aye, grab the mic, jack the plane, i won’t never land
try to shank me in the leg, i had to skirt the lamb
i’m shooting sh-t with cole bennett, f-ck your camera man
i spun the glock like a pro, but that’s not who i am
it coulda been different but i ain’t make it [?]
but i ain’t even make it past the fcat
them boys hot and i done peeped that no lens cap
i was in a sticky one, no s-x wax
i don’t text back, send subs watch i send back, head tap
[chorus]
pop sh-t, hit ’em with the drum kit
coolin’ kit came with a fifty on some f-ck sh-t
big glizzy in the k!ll like [?]
six-two shootin’ at the wall, we don’t duck, jit
black diamonds gave me grip thumb, like, what’s this?
tote lead but i don’t mall grab, rock truck fit
crack glass, poke a door, no lock smith
bad b-tch, she don’t d-ck ride, cracker c-ck kiss
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