letra de bells - kasher quon & 10kkev
[intro]
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[chorus: 10kkev]
can’t stop at red lights in my city, it’s too risky
an opp took a couple shots, but that n-gga ain’t tipsy
so much fradulent equipment in my bas-m-nt
seen a raid van ride past, an hour later, it was vacant
givenchy polo with the zippable collar
went to a college to sell pills, i was dressed up as a scholar
the white guys really get lit in new orleans
they bought it all off me, that b-tch a pill dealer dream
[verse 1: 10kkev]
got approved for paypal credit and i went splurgin’
you twenty-three years old, stay with your mama and you still a virgin
boy, you honestly pathetic
i’m scammin’ n-ggas with my fake counterfeit forum on reddit
this dumb n-gga treat his b-tch like a trophy
while you at work, she be sittin’ at my crib warm and cozy
my b-tch stay blockin’ n-ggas’ shots like a goalie
beat on you and cut your limbs, i wanna see you die slowly
[chorus: 10kkev]
can’t stop at red lights in my city, it’s too risky
an opp took a couple shots, but that n-gga ain’t tipsy
so much fradulent equipment in my bas-m-nt
seen a raid van ride past, an hour later, it was vacant
givenchy polo with the zippable collar
went to a college to sell pills, i was dressed up as a scholar
the white guys really get lit in new orleans
they bought it all off me, that b-tch a pill dealer dream
[verse 2: kasher quon]
you spent all your money on percs, you a f-ckin’ fiend
i’m finna karo a n-gga juice with some oil sheen
just got a fresh cut, now all i need is some oil sheen
just f-cked this lil’ b-tch at her house and broke her box springs
you just f-cked the b-tch at her house and stole her flat-screen
now she callin’ me so i can punch her a new flat-screen
it’s 2019 and you still wearin’ flat-screen earrings?
i don’t feel like textin’ so i’ma just say it to siri
had to just drop this lil’ b-tch off ’cause she was gettin’ eerie
i’m finna take my b-tch to the shop for a belly piercing
he tried to be tough outside and caught a belly shot
you ain’t ’bout that life, lil’ n-gga, you a p-ssy pop
got a bad b-tch in the room tryna get her p-ssy popped
but she ain’t even have an ass for real, it was photoshopped
a n-gga robbed me and he got his house firebombed
this b-tch keep askin’ me, “how you come up with the name kasher quon?”
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