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lirik lagu shitty kash – kasher quon

[intro: kasher quon]
marc boomin, i miss you
kasher quon
let’s go
alright, alright, alright
you feel me?

[verse 1: kasher quon]
next time you see me, i’m hopping out a wraith
got fl!cked with a pistol and caught a case
i should’ve did the race
i’m riding in a srt with the red brakes

[verse 2: stanwill]
yeah, she gon’ suck it with enthusiasm
bend it over, beat the box down, she need a coochie casket
thousand dollar ‘miri jean rocker, ain’t no truey fashion
only time i punch is on the web, we get tooly active

[verse 3: trdee]
i’ll get a watch and still show up to the scene late
starting to think my opps ray charles, they ain’t seen pape
we been gеtting to it for a minute, boy, yo team late
always on thе go, told the dealer i don’t need brakes

[verse 4: babytron]
melrose then rodeo, b*tch, i’m shopping out of state
we gon’ pop him like a soda, we gon’ drop him like a eighth
steak fiend, everyday i got hibachi on my plate
i ain’t had the glock with me, had to sock him in the face
[verse 5: kasher quon]
and i turned on my vpn, i don’t want no trace
i told that b*tch i wanna f*ck, i don’t want no face
i don’t really want the head
my cousin ran off, i had to shoot him in his leg

[verse 6: stanwill]
quon spared his life, if i shoot him, it’s a head shot
i don’t put them f*ckers on my toes if they ain’t dead stock
i don’t smoke but all the za floating got me head high
erase him like a pencil but the glocky hold the lead now

[verse 7: trdee]
if you be quiet, real quiet, you might hear the chatter
hopping out like the home improvement, glock got a ladder
sh*tting on n*ggas 24/7, i ain’t got a bladder
hit her once and then i really play like i ain’t never had her

[verse 8: babytron]
told primo punch me in, we in here labbed up
b*tch a hall of fame headhunter, she ain’t gag once
off*white hit for five hundred, this b*tch tagged up
flash and the beam on the rifle, don’t get zapped up

[verse 9: kasher quon]
the last n*gga tried to rob me got clapped up
i had a h*llcat but that b*tch got smacked up
somebody hit it
just shot that lil’ n*gga in his head and knocked off his fitted
[verse 10: stanwill]
quiet*ass weed, looked at yo blunt and it whispered to me
i ain’t worried ’bout no opposition, i got bl!ckoruny
cut for real, had gang and them throw the scissors to me
probably counting chicken in the porsche, i done pigeon coop’d it

[verse 11: trdee]
had my back stabbed, i [?] like it was infamous
baby kinda bad, i don’t want her if she chicken*less
primo dropped buffs and they whiter than a picket fence
how you wanna beef with no money? it ain’t making sense

[verse 12: babytron]
lil’ b*tch, it’s the grand finale
since tenth grade, swear to god, i been scamming grannies
unc’ somewhere east in a vacant, probably smacking xannies
forty k, stuff it in the louis, finna pack the f*nny

[outro: babytron]
ayy, sh*ttyboyz

- kasher quon

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