vice bity - kerch dolla lyrics
[verse 1: kerch dolla & sada baby]
i won’t bring my gun around the gabe if i can’t use that b*tch
i stopped frontin’ my uncle work ’cause he use this sh*t
b*tch wantin’ back in her old ways ’cause she used to trick
i treat my foreya like a stud b*tch ’cause i use the d*ck
all my fiends always come back ’cause i use the fit
they always tryna k!ll me two times but not again
you know i’m in that saten*black charger with carbon trim
i walked you to the bar, enter the bar with this f&n
my first neph’ was a crackhead ’cause i grew up in the trap
see my n*gga smack his mama, know why he say sh*t, it’s just that
i don’t go to b*tches’ cribs, without a car, without a strap
right now, i’m out on bond, the guidelinеs is thirty black
told the b*tch, “you really love mе?” right now, get it tatted
gotta stay with my ar, now i really see who ridin’
how the detectives get my name? tryna see who done ratted
they’ll put the police on you, just call street, you’ve been hidin’ (ahh)
[verse 2: sada baby]
i ain’t been to sleep in weeks, i’ve been geekin’, i’ve been slidin’
hit his whip, got it leakin’, he gon’ need to hit up ridin
need a deacon, need jesus, need god almighty
i ain’t tweakin’, it’s a reason he gon’ die, trip about it
ah, big backwood, smoke a n*gga, up dog sh*t
n*ggas better mind they business ‘fore we be in y’all sh*t
ahh, bet i can’t finish if i hit her off this perc’, ahh
bet i can’t finish, perc’ your bm off the purper
erk she suck me ’cause i’m— she hit me ’cause i’m circumcised
f*ck that b*tch the blurred lines, wrappin’ thick the birds, yeah
got them b*tches— uh, singin’ out the birds’ nest
your b*tch got a burnt chest, but she got some perm’ neck
audemar rose gold, cuban bracelet two tone
still be deep as f*ck with all my brothers like a group home
off that wocky i can’t do wrong, f*ck his mama, make her move on
i catch a body, i be too dog, you a poo dog, i’m the uno
said they on them neros set in stone, hit up my mexicans
your head be gone, pull up machetes on ’em, lucha libre wrestler
your b*tch gon’ drink the d*ck like michelada, i ain’t pressin’ her
huh, i’m gon’ beat that p*ssy like rihanna, be done s*xed him
me don’t f*ck with extra russ
specially if them ho n*ggas ain’t been here next to us
it’s a high chance that you’ll get pressed for nothin’, huh
i ain’t perfect, i do drugs, don’t care if i’m mention up (man)
[?], n*ggas know i’m really r*t*rded, i be tryin’ not to act out
huh, my pops told me opps conceived in the crack house
i’ll shoot one of you n*ggas, get gangster in the rap ’bout
huh, did fifty*five to live, next n*gga play with my life
duh
[outro]
(trauma tone)
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