King Von, JusBlow600 - Cousins lyrics

DJ on the beat so it's a banger

I'm like fuck it, I ain't
Ducking, if it's war, it's bustin'
You claim this shit but ain't outside, boy
We on your cousin
Heard your OG just got married, boy
We on her husband
Hope you niggas brought your guns
'cause we brought a dozen
See, I be thirsty, I be lurking
I'm a savage with it
It's levels to this drilling shit and
I'm not average with it
I put my eyes on a nigga
Then I'm bound to get him
I catch your ass up in that ocean
Then you drownin' with him

Like fuck it, it's bustin'
One of my opps my cousin
I tell him stay up out the
Way, he with them opps, i'm uppin'
I'm uppin' then dumpin'
That four-five get to bustin'
Now they get police rushin'
Rolled him up in a Creme Russian
Russian Creme, that's what you mean, bitch
I put on for my team
Me and Von just popped a bean
Ready for 'bout anything
Traffic in that Trackhawk
Run and get your ass caught
Don't know what your ass thought
This fight gon' be your last fault
Glock-22, it hold a fifty and a thirty
(Fifty shots)
They just took Four-Oh, it made me thirsty
Ain't no mercy i don't want no Xan'
Pop his ass like a Perky
Nina on his ass, bad bitch, she be twerkin'

I'm like fuck it, I ain't
Ducking, if it's war, it's bustin'
You claim this shit but ain't outside, boy
We on your cousin
Heard your OG just got married, boy
We on her husband
Hope you niggas brought your guns
'cause we brought a dozen
See, I be thirsty, I be lurking
I'm a savage with it
It's levels to this drilling shit and
I'm not average with it
I put my eyes on a nigga
Then I'm bound to get him
I catch your ass up in that ocean
Then you drownin' with him

See Von been coolin', doin' music
Gettin' bands and shit
Gettin' high and gettin' fly with
My Amiri pants and shit
I think that nigga think I'm sweet
'cause I got fans and shit
Body count like 24, boy
Who you playin' with?
I see him tweetin' on the 'Gram
But I ain't sayin' shit
I'm outside his auntie crib
That's who he stayin' with
I hope TeeTee went to work
'cause I be slayin' shit
Smokin' bitches and niggas
Can't tell the difference now here he go
I catch him comin' from the store
He lookin' down
He puttin' his keys up in his door
Now he look up, but he too late
I'm at his throat
Auntie got home and it was
Brains up on the floor

I'm like fuck it, I ain't
Ducking, if it's war, it's bustin'
You claim this shit but ain't outside, boy
We on your cousin
Heard your OG just got married, boy
We on her husband
Hope you niggas brought your guns
'cause we brought a dozen
See, I be thirsty, I be lurking
I'm a savage with it
It's levels to this drilling shit and
I'm not average with it
I put my eyes on a nigga
Then I'm bound to get him
I catch your ass up in that ocean
Then you drownin' with him