Chetta - Hiroshima! lyrics
[Chetta - Hiroshima! lyrics]
Bitch I'm Grey Five Nine till
My heart don't tick
New Sig, new Glock, I don't know what to pick
Four hoes, two seats, catch a lap lil trick
Tell all my opps, it's up with the kid
You know what it is, blow dope like wind
Bounce back on a bitch, I'm good life lit
Off two stuffed cups and two k-pins
Got a cool hundred on me
Put it all on ya head (ay, ay, ay)
Pussy ass hoe, ain't shit sweet now
I'm too Sin Krewe, gotta feel me now
Your bitch on go, I'll go right now
Four fours I sip, my drink so foul
Smoke bow by bow, I roll like plow
God damn, lil hoe, they hate me now
I'd hate me too if I was you, lil bitch
Baby wanna be me, I just wanna get rich
I hate me too, I hate me too, I hate me too
I hate me too, I hate mе too, I hate me too
I hate mе too, I hate me too, I
Pussy ass hoe, ain't shit sweet
We want all the smoke like FD
Stuff a whole eight in my grabba leaf
Ain't shit change, ain't shit sweet
Pussy don't want no shit, don't start no shit
I'm too turnt lit, like fuck a drive-by
Do a walk up bitch and I'm smoking out the
Fonto, trap in condos, ask my vatos
Check my line hoe, I need mine, woah, woah
Woah i don't play tho, catch the fade, hoe
Bitch you Play-Doh, sipping
Faygo, woah, woah, woah
Cut my tongue out, bitch I'm Otto
All that gospel leave ya
Brains blowed, blow, blow, blow
I'mma hotboy, off the block tho
Kick ya front door, Chris Kringle, ho, ho, ho
Where the work at? I need two stoves
How my chain glow, all these
New stones, woah, woah, woah
I came to kill, let me go
I came to kill, let me go, woah, woah
Run it up hoe, can't sit me down
I pass through hoods, I'm good they smile
Like wow, that Kel Tec blow, lights out
I smoke that shit, 4k a pound
Your bitch all bad, I'll bag that out
FN, no mask, pop that right now
Who want it, who want it?
Man, you know how I'm coming
Who want it, who want it?
Bitch, you know how I'm coming
Crush a pill down like a crouton
In that two tone, got the roof gone, go, go
Go get your whole crew gone, it's a groupon
I make one call pussy bitch, woah, woah, woah
And my heart cold, got the new pole
Bend you futon, pussy I
Could never fold, fold, fold
I came to kill, let me go
I came to kill, let me go
My heart don't tick
New Sig, new Glock, I don't know what to pick
Four hoes, two seats, catch a lap lil trick
Tell all my opps, it's up with the kid
You know what it is, blow dope like wind
Bounce back on a bitch, I'm good life lit
Off two stuffed cups and two k-pins
Got a cool hundred on me
Put it all on ya head (ay, ay, ay)
Pussy ass hoe, ain't shit sweet now
I'm too Sin Krewe, gotta feel me now
Your bitch on go, I'll go right now
Four fours I sip, my drink so foul
Smoke bow by bow, I roll like plow
God damn, lil hoe, they hate me now
I'd hate me too if I was you, lil bitch
Baby wanna be me, I just wanna get rich
I hate me too, I hate me too, I hate me too
I hate me too, I hate mе too, I hate me too
I hate mе too, I hate me too, I
Pussy ass hoe, ain't shit sweet
We want all the smoke like FD
Stuff a whole eight in my grabba leaf
Ain't shit change, ain't shit sweet
Pussy don't want no shit, don't start no shit
I'm too turnt lit, like fuck a drive-by
Do a walk up bitch and I'm smoking out the
Fonto, trap in condos, ask my vatos
Check my line hoe, I need mine, woah, woah
Woah i don't play tho, catch the fade, hoe
Bitch you Play-Doh, sipping
Faygo, woah, woah, woah
Cut my tongue out, bitch I'm Otto
All that gospel leave ya
Brains blowed, blow, blow, blow
I'mma hotboy, off the block tho
Kick ya front door, Chris Kringle, ho, ho, ho
Where the work at? I need two stoves
How my chain glow, all these
New stones, woah, woah, woah
I came to kill, let me go
I came to kill, let me go, woah, woah
Run it up hoe, can't sit me down
I pass through hoods, I'm good they smile
Like wow, that Kel Tec blow, lights out
I smoke that shit, 4k a pound
Your bitch all bad, I'll bag that out
FN, no mask, pop that right now
Who want it, who want it?
Man, you know how I'm coming
Who want it, who want it?
Bitch, you know how I'm coming
Crush a pill down like a crouton
In that two tone, got the roof gone, go, go
Go get your whole crew gone, it's a groupon
I make one call pussy bitch, woah, woah, woah
And my heart cold, got the new pole
Bend you futon, pussy I
Could never fold, fold, fold
I came to kill, let me go
I came to kill, let me go