Wifisfuneral, CHXPO - BloodyBoysWhoCriedWolf lyrics

Yuh, ooh, ooh cris Dinero on the track
Yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy

Listen, you can find me back in the grave
Dead in the maze hold my bullets, when I
Shoot ‘em, Russian roulette
Ooh with that range
If I up, then I’mma dump, like what the fuck
Don’t get stupid
I can’t hold it all, stacked in my way
Act' in my brain
Switching, ripping, bitch fall I
Back in that lane, yuh
My bitch white, Hillary Duff, uh
Scrape the bowl right from the front, uh
Thick yellowbone in the cunt, hey
Kill me with that noose, truce, ooh
Did that shit that I’m just used to
No conscience, I might shoot through, ayy
Pump stick, boy, don’t pump fake
With that stick, trick, ooh
Bad bitch try to curve me
Count this guap, now she look thirsty
You see Kiki tote a 30
Broad day, out in early
Spilling codeine out my bladder when
I take a piss popping addys, popping xannys
Baby I been busting missions
Pink molly in my casket
Jugging in the mission
See I fell asleep in codeine
Now I wake up in my misery
Money make her cum
That bitch feeling like she off pure ecstasy
Hundred band, honey couldn’t jug with me
I just got back, flying overseas
Ooh, the French hoes, they adoring me
Twenty bands right out the door, you see
I just got back, flying overseas
Oh, the French hoes, they adoring me
Twenty bands right out the door, you see

Ay, okay like fuck that up, like right there
Ay, okay, that ‘Cedes-Benz
Fuck that up, like right there
Ay, okay, a hundred bands
Fuck that up, like right there
Ay, okay, that ‘Cedes-Benz
Fuck that up, like right there
Ay, yuh, ay, okay, like
Fuck that up, like right there
Ay, okay, that ‘Cedes-Benz
Fuck that up, like right there
Ay, okay, a hundred bands
Fuck that up, like right there
Ay, okay, that ‘Cedes-Benz
Fuck that up, like right there
Okay, a hundred bands like

A thousand percs, 50 pints
So I whip out like 50 glocks
Sound like 20 choppers
Spilling down your block with that re-rock
Boy, we got like half a brick
That’s a straight drop
Made a hundred thousand in the trap spot
(ooh) but I made like 20 off this pot
A hunned off a lick this year alone
I just spent like 80 taking trips
I’m in Saks Fifth, spending money
Like I’m rich
I’m hood rich, she a good bitch
Give her good dick
I’m from the trenches, I ain’t from the hood
Bitch treat a model bitch, centerfold bitch
Like an alley cat
Feeling, but you can have her back
I don’t need no backup
'cause this uzi got my back
20 racks in my Gucci fanny pack (My what?)
I make the pack flip just like a acrobat
(ooh)
Bitch, my trap house doing jumping jacks
I don’t wanna hit your bag, it ain’t no thrax
Lil CHXPO used to shop at TJ maxx
Now, bitch, I be shopping in Saks
Lil CHXPO, how much you pay for that hat?
(How much you paid?)
Bitch, I paid like two racks
Lil CHXPO, go and get your wave cap
Nigga tryna get my wave back
Niggas tried to ride my wave since way back
We gon' shoot where they fucking face at
Lil CHXPO, what you doing right now?
I’m just cooling, in the jugg house