paroles de chanson Racket - Pitfall

(Space)
Got blue brown hunnids in my jacket
Heard he tryna take my sauce, go ahead and nab it
Heard you gonna sell that shit by the packet
Shut the fuck up, you're causing a racket
Cut it out, I don't like you
Who the fuck are you talking to?
Why you leaving, I was just getting into it
.357 to his wig, I'ma let it split
Leave him on the ground, let him bleed out
Cover up his face, he was tryna shout
Please, somebody help
No one can hear you, you're trapped in a hideout
Check the layout
One exit, have fun tryna get out
Give up, there's no hope
Tie you to the chair and kill you on periscope
This a real EOTech, I ain't faking
G2, go and turn him into bacon
Beat your knees, yeah, I think I'm gonna break it
Playing blackjack, yeah, I think I'm gonna rake in
All of these chips
Bad lil' bitch and she sucking on the tip
Feel like 2077, got a microchip
I got drugs in the back, what you need? I'ma unzip
Yeah, run around
Silencer on the barrel, it don't make a sound
I'm with Space and we chilling with the Bbloudhounds
Get the fuck over here, yeah, you out of bounds
Feeling like a hound in the pound
Six feet deep, I'ma put him in the ground
I'm the king of this shit, where the fuck is my crown?
Fully automatic, yeah, you better keep your head down