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letra de skully - witchouse 40k

[hook]
pullup i’m leavin em pocketless
i keep a glock in the rocket ship
i get the cash and ain’t gon deposit it
open his coffin i’m robbin it
i shoot em up cuz we not gonna politic
i get the p-ssy and slaughter it
i ain’t no rookie i’m rounding up novices
i’m castin the shadow they followin
forty up on my wrist
i don’t wanna call my b-tch
find me in the cold wit the bloods, and the ghosts, and da crips
f-cking wit the gang, then you better not slip
-roof-
i been outta range, y’all miss
take em for his name, now your body in abyss
hand up on your chain, saying i been getting rich now
i ain’t ever playing, h-llfire in the clip
-blech-

[verse]
pull-up i’m takin yo chain away, he want favor i’m makin em pay me
said he gon fade me, i’m making em fade away
i send a shot at the op by daily/
from the trenches, 40k wita rocket
i keep it on me i ain’t ever gon lack
yeah you got a gun, but never gon pop it
im sendin a shot leave some holes in his back
yuh aye
i’m in the city, lil bish imma pull up and shoot up yo block
you cannot get me, i tag em, they toes looking heavy, i’m leavin a trap where they walk
51/50 i came wita beam on the bottom, i see em and shoot em a lot
you ain’t no gangsta, lil bish you a p-ssy, you talking but never gon shoot at your ops/
taking your chain away
causin a homicide
talk on my name, and he talk like he wanna die
glock with a blade, now my heater is cauterized
he levitating, i’m leavin em petrified/
i flip a check that i cannot deposit
im never gon talk less we talkin wit straps
i’m never gon lack
if i’m on the block alone b-tch you know i keep that glock in my bag
-blech-
pullup i’m leavin em pocketless
i keep a glock in the rocket ship
i get the cash and ain’t gon deposit it
open his coffin i’m robbin it
i shoot em up cuz we not gonna politic
i get the p-ssy and slaughter it
i ain’t no rookie i’m rounding up novices
i’m castin the shadow they followin
forty up on my wrist
i don’t wanna call my b-tch
find me in the cold wit the bloods, and the ghosts, and da crips
f-cking wit the gang, then you better not slip
-roof-
i been outta range, y’all miss
take em for his name, now your body in abyss
hand up on your chain, saying i been getting rich now
i ain’t ever playing, h-llfire in the clip
-blech-

- witchouse 40k

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