2worth, kurtains, Wido - ​surgery lyrics

DJ Kurtains hi Dopa
Mommworld presentation

Up in the four, we whipping this ho
Said what is your name,  ain't nobody know
Th They talking shit, they step on my toes
Guess they want cancer, guess they want smoke
I got a big gun with a scope
They meet in the ground
 they meet in they nose
II'm pouring a ten, I'm pouring a four
Th That was a lie, I cry with the crows

Y-Y-Y yeah, they like to talk about they
Smith and they Wessons i I pull up, put that
Lil' thing in his throat, teach him a lesson
A-And I'm coming back, no
I can't fuck with you
Sittin' there counting thrax
Take his fucking shoes shut up

Up in the four, we whipping this ho
Said what is your name, ain't nobody know
Th They talking shit, they step on my toes
Guess they want cancer, guess they want smoke
I got a big gun with a scope
They meet in the ground
They meet in they nose
II'm pouring a ten, I'm pouring a four
Th That was a lie, I cry with the crows

I cry with the crows, they want me to fall
They want me to fall
Why you crying too when you're a ho?
When you are a foe thought you were a bird
Thought you were a bird
I cry with the crows, they want me to fall
They want me to fall
Why you crying too when you're a ho?
When you are a foe, when you are a foe
Thought you were a bird
Thought you were a bird
I'm with Kurtains, I'm with Glaive
We on this pack, they want a feat
We got Angel in the VC
He is Mommworld, he is fam
The whole Mommworld in the VC
We gon' fuck all this shit up
Fuck shit up, fuck shit down
Put your face all in the ground

Yeah, shout-out to
I keep the Glicky and he keep the strap
I get the pack and then run it right back
Dripping like water, I'm dripping like tap
Got to keep a gun on me where I go
Got a couple pills in me, whoa
I'm so sad, weed's in my lungs
If you wanna join me, you need to let me know
Yuh, yuh, hello
Walk into the sky, look into my eyes
Yeah, I wanna make her high
Want you to stay for the night
I don't need no glasses, perfect eyesight
I can see through your lies
I don't wanna die tonight
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
So many fucking downers in me, I can't get up

Y-Y-Y yeah, they like to talk about they
Smith and they Wessons
I I pull up, put the lil' in his throat
Teach him a lesson
A-And I'm coming back, no
I can't fuck with you
Sittin' there counting thrax
Take his fucking shoes shut up