Lyrics

-stash pot
Tie 'em— Tie 'em to my—
Well, I'm fresh up outta jail with no job, so I steal and rob
Creeping through them parks and running them bitches up out them boulevards
This that type of shit that'll make you clique-get your ass in
I'm that **** to envy with that damn devil in me
Koopsta's bucking these bitches down leaving they motherfuckin' pockets empty
That's what I did and now I got a fucking bloody Glock
From making these **** lay drop yourself taking these bitches off to my stash pot
And when I step, damn fool, best to watch yourself
'Cause walking with that Koopsta Knicca's bad for your fucking health
Ho, I would rather make a sting than be a lame burglar
And if I do you, it's a murder, murder, murder, murders
Inside the mind of a motherfuckin' lunatic
Leaving trizzicks headless, it's pathetic to try to fuck with this
That's why I make them hits and call this shit a **** knock
Bitch, don't let this be your stash pot
Tie 'em— Tie 'em to my-
-stash pot
Tie 'em— Tie 'em to my—
Well, I'm fresh up outta jail with no job, so I steal and rob
Creeping through them parks and running them bitches up out them boulevards
This that type of shit that'll make you clique-get your ass in
I'm that **** to envy with that damn devil in me
Koopsta's bucking these bitches down leaving they motherfuckin' pockets empty
That's what I did and now I got a fucking bloody Glock
From making these **** lay drop yourself taking these bitches off to my stash pot
Written by: Вяликов Кирилл Романович
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