Текст песни Hiroshima! - Chetta

Bitch I'm Grey Five Nine till my heart don't tick
New Sig, new Glock, I don't know what to pick
Four hoes, two seats, catch a lap lil trick
Tell all my opps, it's up with the kid
You know what it is, blow dope like wind
Bounce back on a bitch, I'm good life lit
Off two stuffed cups and two k-pins
Got a cool hundred on me, put it all on ya head

Pussy ass hoe, ain't shit sweet now
I'm too Sin Krewe, gotta feel me now
Your bitch on go, I'll go right now
Four fours I sip, my drink so foul
Smoke bow by bow, I roll like plow
God damn, lil hoe, they hate me now
I'd hate me too if I was you, lil bitch
Baby wanna be me, I just wanna get rich

I hate me too
I hate me too
I hate me too
I hate me too
I hate me too
I hate me too
I hate me too
I hate me too

Pussy ass hoe, ain't shit sweet
We want all the smoke like FD
Stuff a whole eight in my grabba leaf
Ain't shit change, ain't shit sweet

Pussy don't want no shit, don't start no shit
I'm too turnt lit, like fuck a drive by, do a walk up bitch
And I'm smoking out the fonto, trap in condos, ask my vatos
Check my line hoe, I need mine, woah, woah, woah
I don't play tho, catch the fade, hoe
Bitch you play-doh, sipping faygo, woah, woah, woah
Cut my tongue out, bitch I'm Otto
All that gospel leave ya brains blowed, blow, blow, blow
I'mma hot boy, off the block tho
Kick ya front door, Chris Kringle, ho, ho, ho
Where the work at? I need two stoves
How my chain glow, all these new stones, woah, woah, woah
I came to kill, let me go
I came to kill, let me go

Run it up hoe, can't sit me down
I pass through hoods, I'm good they smile
Like wow, that Kel-Tec blow, lights out
I smoke that shit, 4k a pound
Your bitch all bad, I'll bag that out
FN, no mask, pop that right now
Who want it, who want it?
Man, you know how I'm coming
Who want it, who want it?
Bitch, you know how I'm coming
Crush a pill like a crouton
In that two tone, got the roof gone, go, go, go
Get your whole crew gone, it's a groupon
I make one call pussy bitch, woah, woah, woah
And my heart cold, got the new pole
Bend you futon, pussy I could never fold, fold, fold
I came to kill, let me go
I came to kill, let me go