Nada5150, Rozz Dyliams, CHXPO - Cerberus lyrics
[Nada5150, Rozz Dyliams, CHXPO - Cerberus lyrics]
Set him up run up on him
Lay down time up
Put his body in a trunk (I hate him)
Chop him down feed his body to the hounds
I might crush his little ass
And watch him drown
His Momma heard he dead but she
Don't know where the body
They ain't find his body lil chxpo been going
With a shotty i feed it and I get that
Nigga wet like John Gotti
Hop up out them bushes like
A grasshopper with a chopper
Bitch not no shawty
I ain't got no baby momma
But, I got a baby choppa
Nigga with that llama
Bust a nigga like a piñata
Cause I got that guala got that guala
Guala guala guala comma comma
Dolla after dolla
We just bought some choppas
We just bought some bitches
All my shit official bitch come and get ya
We just greasy and steezy ain't
Nobody can trust me
Rockin' nothing but Adidas guess
We mobbin' like Russians we've been raiding
Home invasion bitch we b-b-b-bustin'
Ain't no mask
Face tats let them know who done it
Well there ain't no God in heaven
So nobody can judge me
What the fuck you looking at
Bitch you ain't saying nothing
You either with me or against me
Bitch there ain't no discussion
Young killer from the Cuyahoga-Lorain line
Keep it moving like a motherfucking lay-line
Evil like Jimmy Savile
Saving up at game time
Dylan bust two guns at the same time
Time is money money always on a player mind
Let's play the game of death thats
My favorite game of mine
Send you to hell the m11 aiming at your spine
I don't forgive a soul
Being Godly ain't my kind
SMG's ripping through you knees
And out your spine we some G's grippin' G's
Throwing upward signs
Up in your motherfuckin' face
Wish you could rewind
Back to a better time before
The devil's had arrived
Lay down time up
Put his body in a trunk (I hate him)
Chop him down feed his body to the hounds
I might crush his little ass
And watch him drown
His Momma heard he dead but she
Don't know where the body
They ain't find his body lil chxpo been going
With a shotty i feed it and I get that
Nigga wet like John Gotti
Hop up out them bushes like
A grasshopper with a chopper
Bitch not no shawty
I ain't got no baby momma
But, I got a baby choppa
Nigga with that llama
Bust a nigga like a piñata
Cause I got that guala got that guala
Guala guala guala comma comma
Dolla after dolla
We just bought some choppas
We just bought some bitches
All my shit official bitch come and get ya
We just greasy and steezy ain't
Nobody can trust me
Rockin' nothing but Adidas guess
We mobbin' like Russians we've been raiding
Home invasion bitch we b-b-b-bustin'
Ain't no mask
Face tats let them know who done it
Well there ain't no God in heaven
So nobody can judge me
What the fuck you looking at
Bitch you ain't saying nothing
You either with me or against me
Bitch there ain't no discussion
Young killer from the Cuyahoga-Lorain line
Keep it moving like a motherfucking lay-line
Evil like Jimmy Savile
Saving up at game time
Dylan bust two guns at the same time
Time is money money always on a player mind
Let's play the game of death thats
My favorite game of mine
Send you to hell the m11 aiming at your spine
I don't forgive a soul
Being Godly ain't my kind
SMG's ripping through you knees
And out your spine we some G's grippin' G's
Throwing upward signs
Up in your motherfuckin' face
Wish you could rewind
Back to a better time before
The devil's had arrived