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wifisfuneral

Carro

 

Carro

(album: CONN3CT3D - 2019)


[Wifisfuneral:]
Hey Chris, fuck you
Hey Chris, fuck you
Ayy
You know I love you, Chris
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh (Yuh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah, yuh, yuh)
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy (You dig? You dig? You dig?)

Hunnid racks up in the pantry, look like a ransom
Niggas left me out for dead, well, shit I need some answers
Don't cut my back for that, I only judge you off your actions
Bitch, fuck the way you talk, hold up, zooming fast in the McLaren, stare
Bricks around my neck, it got me feeling like a polar bear
Long shot from the eagle, seagull, smoking OG fungus
Got my face hanging like Ruckus, I'm the Grim Reaper
Main bitch bag leecher, all my opps, we oversee it
I'm making out oh so clear, please cuff your bitch
Before she assist, shit stiff like a stick
Crystal, molly, rock or is done from that Percocet?
Shake, regret, it's in a minute
And my diamonds stacked like Tetris, take the fade, forgot to mention
And I'm paying close attention, enemies praying I don't make it (Facts)
But I took it, I ain't waiting
I was playing with the matrix, keep it low, you know what I'm saying
I was playing with the matrix, keep it low, you know what I'm saying
I was playing with

I ain't even gotta speak, bruh, let the drip talk
Why your bitch all up on me, bruh? Better cuff your thot
Connect the plug like Cuban links, stuck, smoking through the drought
He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom
He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom
He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom
He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom
He a trick, get his lean cut, Karo at the bottom

[Wifisfuneral & Robb Bank$:]
Uh, yeah, yeah, you dig?
You dig? You dig? (The goat)
Brains right there
Class is in

[Robb Bank$:]
Nigga, bet that thing smoke like you ain't asthmatic
I just put Biscotti in my inhaler, they like, "How you did that, kid?"
Killed my dawgs like Vert, drinking on that syrup, don't know how I ain't dead yet
Feel like Canada, I [?]
Jaded by the like, I'm tryna share my percent
Actavis, drinking on that mango nectar
We don't keep no cups, no, no, no, no [?] not ever
I keep it one hunnid like a Pokémon Center
Y'all niggas know that I'm on something
Know somethin'? If he want something
I'll toast him, I'll stomp that nigga out, bitch, I'll roast him
I'm posted, I'm not bragging, bitch, I'm not boasting
Go slow motion, she dark skin, bitch Kelly Rowland, like...

done

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