Gone Cunch

They left a nigga to die But, surprise I still got bodies to buy Still got a story to write Still had to cook up and and walk it to niggas at home on the floor with a pipe You wasn't there You was here for the hype See'em again and I'm airin' it twice F*ck that I was in the Budgets On budget Made one trip in a van Came back like Munchie Guns from Russia Plug still Turkish See a opp, might get merky Don't get nervous Take a man out where it's no phone service Leave man there, forget on purpose Bet you never see a nigga 'round me lurkin' Again Pree me, not no TV I need CVV's and breeshy Yes DDMG piece on me, no CZ Shit might freeze my chest Shit I smoke like Jesus breath Duppy the opps then eat the rest Line up my city from least to best And I'll kweff, kweff, kweff, kweff, kweff Huh Damn And yeah, I gone cunch but I'll be back soon Bet the wheels touch down 'pon runway, shit go boom Yeah? That's your bitch But that's mine, too And this shit feel like 992 When you say you on bits, nigga, that's on who? Not them They do not vouch I seen these niggas true colors One day, I just might get to airin'em out Bring all your mans and they'll carry you out Blood on the floor from somewhere in your mouth Next time we talkin' somewhere in your house Damn, wait You f*ck me up over there & I'll stick you in a hole in the fuckin' desert Still a man'll try sneak me They do prayer hands in they GC I do pray with man in dashiki Might lose half a soul when you deep me Huh I don't trust no one at all That's why that nigga went missin' That shit was only a call Huh Damn And yeah, I gone cunch but I'll be back soon Bet the wheels touch down 'pon runway, shit go boom Yeah? That's your bitch But that's mine, too And this shit feel like 992 When you say you do dirt, nigga, that's on who? Not your friends That's not gang shit That's not ends I'm top boy, oi, move like Gem from me, my ones just try get blem Them times man try hit man for scams, nah I need the money like landlord That's prop money, not bands, dawg You need help, I'm the man they call With a record that's undefeated Can't beat this Creepin Made like 50 then freaked it Ugh Send for me, might be tweakin' Ugh 9-0, you ain't pree'd it? Ugh Trust me, the ting get backed like Brucky Corn in it, that's unlucky I did a drill, went country Might come back with a phone still bunky Look Dam And yeah, I gone cunch but I'll be back soon Bet the wheels touch down 'pon runway, shit go boom And that's your bitch But that's mine, too And this shit feel like 9 9 2 When you say you do dirt, nigga, that's on who? That's on green I need souls Nigga, that's on me Brand new dip Nigga, that's on me Brand new bitch Nigga, that's on me That's on me, huh Yeah That's on me, that's on me Yeah And yeah, I gone cunch but I'll be back soon Bet the wheels touch down 'pon runway, shit go boom Yeah that's your bitch But that's mine, too And this shit feel like 992 When you say you on bits, nigga, that's on who? That's on who? That's on me Damn Wiley laugh