Lyrics SKULLY - Witchouse 40k

Pull up, I'm leaving 'em pocketless
I keep a Glock in the rocket ship
I get the cash and ain't gon' deposit it
Open his coffin, I'm robbin' it
I shoot 'em up 'cause we not gonna politic
I get the pussy and slaughter it
I ain't no rookie, I'm rounding up novices
I'm castin' the shadow, they followin'

40 up on my wrist
I don't wanna call my bitch
Find me in the cold with the Bloods, and the Ghosts, and the Crips
Fucking with the gang, then you better not slip
I been outta range, y'all miss
Take 'em for his name, now your body in abyss
Hand up on your chain, saying I been getting rich now
I ain't ever playing, hell fire in the clip

Pull up, I'm taking yo' chain away
He want a favor, I'm makin' him pay me
Said he gon' fade me, I'm making 'em fade away
I send a shot at the op by the daily
From the trenches, 40k with a rocket
I keep it on me, I ain't ever gon' lack
Yeah, you got a gun, but never gon' pop it
I'm sendin' a shot, leave some holes in his back

Yuh aye
I'm in the city, lil' bitch, I'ma pull up and shoot up yo' block
You cannot get me, I tag 'em
They toes looking heavy, I'm leavin' a trap where they walk
5150, I came with a beam on the bottom
I see 'em and shoot 'em a lot
You ain't no gangsta', lil bitch you a pussy
You talking but never gon' shoot at your ops

Taking your chain away
Causin' a homicide
Talk on my name, and he talk like he wanna die
Glock with a blade, now my heater is cauterized
He levitating, I'm leavin' 'em petrified
I flip a check that I cannot deposit
I'm never gon' talk 'less we talkin with straps
I'm never gon' lack
If I'm on the block alone
Bitch, you know I keep that Glock in my bag

Pull up, I'm leaving 'em pocketless
I keep a Glock in the rocket ship
I get the cash and ain't gon' deposit it
Open his coffin, I'm robbin' it
I shoot 'em up 'cause we not gonna politic
I get the pussy and slaughter it
I ain't no rookie, I'm rounding up novices
I'm castin' the shadow, they followin'

40 up on my wrist
I don't wanna call my bitch
Find me in the cold with the Bloods, and the Ghosts, and the Crips
Fucking with the gang, then you better not slip
I been outta range, y'all miss
Take 'em for his name, now your body in abyss
Hand up on your chain, saying I been getting rich now
I ain't ever playing, hell fire in the clip