Текст песни KUNTRY RAPP - Xilla Gore-Rel-A

If you gone talk about it, then be about it Stick a dick in, get a child up out it
Pack it up and then ship it out Collect the check, then take a bow
Lookin' at you bitches like, doubt me now Poor kid from the trailer, how you like me
now

Tat shop bumpin', got em goin' in and out Folks in the club jumpin' up and down
Never had shit, don't know what they call it Just another son of an alcoholic
Down with the movin' and we diabolic Diamonds in the rough and we came out flawless
Tried to cut my throat and I came out crawlin' Shed, shed, no pity in the city of the lawless

Came for the gold, don't care what it cost us
Never give it back, yeah, you better be cautious Nowhere kids at the table with the bosses
Never had a problem comin' back from the losses
It's all fun and games till I pop the trunk Pull up with the chipper and chop it up

Here's a tissue for your issue here, sop it up
Left the crime scene and I dropped the glove Doin' business with the devil, but we goin
up
You don't sit on stage, wanna rock with us Bitches backstage and they want the fuck

Hawk eyes on the owner cause I want my cut We leavin' this bitch till you cough it up
Or you coughin' blood or in a coffin cuz It's all fun and games till I pop the trunk
Pull up with the chipper and chop it up We deep as hell and we fucked up