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Fuck My Cousin

 

Fuck My Cousin

(albüm: Trench Baby 3 - 2022)


Ayy, ayy
Gang shit only, nigga
(Fatman, you did this?)
You know what the fuck going on, man
1600 gang, nigga, you know how the fuck we rocking, nigga
Ayy, ayy

Get caught hanging with the opps and you gon get yo' ass smoked (Glock)
Get caught lacking, the opps' post, we put you in that same boat
I can get yo' cousin to backdoor you (Backdoor you)
Fuck you think this fame for? (Glock)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I'm with all them killers, thugging
Hit the city, I'm in a hot car
I'm with all my niggas, bugging
Auntie call my phone through Facebook
Tell me, squash it with my cousin (My Cousin)
This so deep right now, I catch him, I kill his ass in public, nigga
That's on my brother

I don't like them niggas, they don't like my niggas (Ayy, ayy)
And I'm too rich to be fighting them niggas (Yeah, yeah)
He was talking shit, caught him on the nine, here go your diaper, nigga (Here go your diaper, nigga)
You ain't into a gang, for real
You don't own your own pipe, lil' nigga (Broke-ass nigga)
With you broke ass, nigga (Fuck wrong with you?)
We ain't tolerate no fake opps (Ain't no fake opps)
They can't post up in they hood
They call somebody else, shit, they block (Grrr)
Free Lonnell, he six three-hundred
Only one I love from 8-Block
Bam got hit in the head, so we still count that as a face shot (What? What?)
Ayy, if niggas ain't die, they on the shit bag (Shit bag)
For J-money, it's a go, you a fake opp with your brick ass (GDK)
And I fucked your baby mama while you was in jail, her thick ass (Her thick ass)
Regular Glock on me, in case I run up out that switch kind (Grrr, Glock)
We get litty in the city (City, what?)
They had to buy them switches from foenem in case they wanted 'em on them glizzys (City, what?)
We don't say "No cap" for foenem, me and lil' bro 'nem say "No kizzy" (City, what?)
All the opps know how we ride, nigga
We gon' spin till we get dizzy, nigga
We ain't doing no diss

Get caught hanging with the opps and you gon get yo' ass smoked (Glock)
Get caught lacking, the opps' post, we put you in that same boat
I can get yo' cousin to backdoor you (Backdoor you)
Fuck you think this fame for? (Glock)
We the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
I'm with all them killers, thugging
Hit the city, I'm in a hot car
I'm with all my niggas, bugging
Auntie call my phone through Facebook
Tell me, squash it with my cousin (My Cousin)
This so deep right now, I catch him, I kill his ass in public, nigga
That's on my brother

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