Kill Cupid (feat. Yella Boy) - JUVE WHAMM

I don't think it's a problem 'cause Most of the girls ask for it Uh huh, how did they ask for it? The way they act, the way they I... I can't say they way they dress because That's their own personal choice Some of these dumb hoes Those slut rocker bitches walking down the street They're asking for it, they may deny it but it's true Lay me spread eagle out on your hill, yeah Then write a book bout how I wanted to die It's hard to talk with your dick in my mouth I will try to scream in pain a little nicer next time White boy Don't laugh Don't cry Just die! I'm so sorry if I'm alienating some of you Your whole fucking culture alienates me I can not scream from pain down here on my knees I'm so sorry that I think! White boy Don't laugh Don't cry Just die!

Blame it on Monstah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, 2020 Corvette Bet it equal more sex 40 on my lap, pussy nigga, what's a car jack? (What's a car jack?) Choppa in the Lambo ('Bo) That's a lamb chop Young nigga habit still hanging with the have-nots (yeah) Rollin' 6-0s (oh) In the 6-4 (in the fo') Got some young niggas still quick to pull a kick do' (a kick do') With a baddie in the Wraith (in the Wraith) Even while I watch the stars (yeah) Still a hood nigga, still actin' like I'm not a star I'm still a hood nigga, that's just something I can't get rid of All my partners selling gas and I ain't talking 'bout no fill ups This lil' bitch gon' eat my sausage 'til she catch the fuckin' hiccups Don't call my phone if you ain't talking 'bout no money 'Cause I ain't gon' pick up I been eating likе a bitch, my pockets full and I can't sit up Bragging like you put in work Next thing you know that boy got hit up (uh-uh) My grind is onе of a kind I got a good pick of the litter (yeah, yeah, yeah) Leave my text up on that bitch then she started acting bitter (she stupid) In the drop top If you say a smoke out, you get hot box I told 'em send a message, bring his necklace then he got shot Lil' mama got that ass make you jump just like a hopscotch These niggas want me gone 'cause Lil' Yella in the top spot Yeah, 2020 Corvette Bet it equal more sex 40 on my lap, pussy nigga, what's a car jack? (What's a car jack?) Choppa in the Lambo ('Bo) That's a lamb chop Young nigga habit still hanging with the have-nots (yeah) Rollin' 6-0s (oh) In the 6-4 (in the fo') Got some young niggas still quick to pull a kick do' (a kick do') With a baddie in the Wraith (in the Wraith) Even while I watch the stars (yeah) Still a hood nigga, still actin' like I'm not a star Been-been-been hard on a ho I been the truth just like yo' mama said Watch-watch yo' fuckin' mouth I'm from the South, you spend yo' mama bread Pu-pu-pussy get a lotta head I-I-I come with expenses, 40 inches Ho, these ain't extensions Bi-bitch I'm with the pimpin' I-I-I gotta go, I'ma give you the ho But you do what you want when you with her (on God) 'Cause I know what she like, and she want me to wife But I told her I'm cold like the winter (I'm cold like the winter) I told her I'm good but she still on a pill And she all on the flo' and she geekin' (Huh) I told her to come when she get it together, she be wildin' out for no reason Look, 2020 Lambo (Lambo) They trap out the bando (okay) He roll up the camo (huh) with the strap, he got the ammo Pour-pour-pour me up the Tito (Tito) Hot-hot just like a Cheeto (hey) Walk up on my partner with that choppa, you get debo 2020 Corvette Bet it equal more sex 40 on my lap, pussy nigga, what's a car jack? (What's a car jack?) Choppa in the Lambo ('Bo) That's a lamb chop Young nigga habit still hanging with the have-nots (yeah) Rollin' 6-0s (oh) In the 6-4 (in the fo') Got some young niggas still quick to pull a kick do' (a kick do') With a baddie in the Wraith (in the Wraith) Even while I watch the stars (yeah) Still a hood nigga, still actin' like I'm not a star Yeah, wa-watch me scratch off in the 'Rari ('Rari) And I'm strapped up with a condom, tell that lil' bitch go to Maury And no sir, out them panties, said the lil' nigga got hardy (hardy) On my mama I was 13 bringing hammers in the party (party) Sneaking in the cabinet getting drunk off some Bacardi (yeah) I played that bitch back and you would think I was a artist (artist) Back in school serving packs, every day I'm damn near tardy Got gals in my Ed Hardy, she gotta good head on her Lil' mama a headhunter, young trapper, I'm dead honest Lil' nigga, I'm bread hunting, lil' baby got legs on her My car souped up, before the fame I was billy couped up Haters gouped up, but ain't nan nigga gon' come do nothin' 2020 Corvette Bet it equal more sex 40 on my lap, pussy nigga, what's a car jack? (What's a car jack?) Choppa in the Lambo ('Bo) That's a lamb chop Young nigga habit still hanging with the have-nots (yeah) Rollin' 6-0s (oh) In the 6-4 (in the fo') Got some young niggas still quick to pull a kick do' (a kick do') With a baddie in the Wraith (in the Wraith) Even while I watch the stars (yeah) Still a hood nigga, still actin' like I'm not a star

(La música de Harry Fraud) Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters What's the sense of it all? Pimpin', powder, and pussy, tryna make pennies See niggas lie on the stand, guess hell ain't harder than prison, who knows? In the '90s, a traffic stop get you tickets, a joke Now they find you a traffic stop, get you riddled with holes We be livin' too fast, we be sippin' it slow One of my niggas was sellin' work, now he sellin' out shows I meet Jay so that's growth, pay attention, take note You over 40 and movin' work, better be by the boat Better be by the dock, better not be by your home If niggas really wan' hurt you, they gon' leave you alone 'Cause them peoples is comin' Where your loyalty, youngin'? When a rapper say, "Free my nigga," his lawyers get hungry And everybody wanna be a trap nigga 'Cause them rap trap niggas get paid And don't nobody want to be a trap-trap nigga When them badge niggas got you on tape, yeah Art imitatin' life, I got to saying lies Got these suburbanites thinkin' y'all ain't afraid to fight Right in the mirror cryin' a little, you shakin', right? Your soul is in prison and there is no visitation rights Down South slangin' music with these hustlers Keep it true to self and never sell out with these busters (no) I ain't finna tap dance, I don't give a fuck though Keep it true to self and keep it cool when niggas cutthroat Run it Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the ki' (ki') Ayy, cup full of Texas, poured by the three (three) Hopped out the Porsche, went and sold me a P (a P) Smoke a pussy nigga like I rolled me a leaf (like a leaf, nigga) All smoke, put a hole in his teeth (ayy) Boom, bop, bam, put a hole in his cheek (ayy) Nigga talkin' tough but you a hoe in the streets (ayy) Come and get knotted, freaky hoes in the sheets (ayy) Hustle like a motherfucker (oh, oh), niggas servin' Scudder butter (oh, oh) Pussy niggas undercover (oh, oh), and I ain't stutter, motherfucker (oh, oh) Hit 'em with the blocka, blocka (oh, oh), quick to serve me a clocker (oh, oh) You borderline dick-suckers (oh, oh), tryna take some pics, suckers (oh, let's go) Baby, make your leg bend, yellow bitch, a red skin In DC like a Redskin, come and give me head then My youngins popped a lead in Nigga, swing your dread then Oh, you wanna tussle? We gonna see how niggas play it then (on God) Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers (yeah) Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (uh, uh) Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers (yeah, look) Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (Maxo, Maxo, Maxo) Down South slangin' (huh), servin' all these customers (uh-huh) Like Bill, I keep some pills, keep a Heath cliff like Rudy Huxtable (okay) On the real, you might get killed, don't touch my chain 'cause this untouchable Big black nine on my hip, yeah, I'ma shoot, that bitch ain't cute But she still fuckable (huh) Racks on racks, move packs, sell packs at school, had packs like Lunchables (alright) Tote gats on gats, .45s and MACs, we bust our straps at constables (boom) Hundred chops, my sack, no phone with her (ayy) On Adderall but it's still functional (vroom) Still aired out at her function, though (what?) That Draco so dysfunctional Used to be robber, Igbo Naija boy, go ask Wale (uh-huh) Yellow bone on top to give me sloppy toppy as I lay (suck it) Pull up on a opp, a chopper rocker hit him while he lay (boom-boom) I spend some chips to get you killed, my Crips gon' make you Frito Lay Bangin', we don't really tussle If I can't get that thang in, then I'm not finna go clubbin' (hell nah) Every since my bro got killed, I can't trust shit, I can't trust nothin' Can't even trust my Crips because a Crip killed Nipsey Hussle (Maxo, Maxo) Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters

Oh, hold on Phew Yeah Real diamonds, real diamonds on me (yeah) Only real diamonds on me (me) I pull up, they see the AP (yeah) I got the time in the streets, yeah (I do) Shit can get cold, ooh Stick to my vision, sail out on the road (road) Get it 'n' go, yeah, that's all that I know (yeah) 'Bout to go in, pardon my flow (yeah) Yeah Whippin' a Bent', chauffeur the Rolls (skrr) Ice the Patek, icy the stones Mix the baguette, with them rose (with them rose) I got a check, crush on the neck (yeah) Told her to fetch, hit like a wreck (hit like a wreck) Makin' it stretch, already flex (oh) I wanna sex, draw as a sketch (draw as a sketch) Before I dig in and she already wet (dig) A nigga play, we leave him right where we at (yeah) They pillow talking and I barely could chat She don't call me she gon' send me a text (send me a text) A nigga playin' and a nigga get whack (yeah) She from L.A. and her pussy a snatch Knock her down and put that mouth on the latch Real diamonds, real diamonds on me (yeah) Only real diamonds on me (on me) I pull up, they see the AP (bling) I got the time of the streets, yeah (yeah) Shit can get cold (cold) Stick to my vision, sail out on the road (road) Get it in go, yeah that's all that I know (all that I know) 'Bout to go in, pardon my flow (yeah, yeah) Hopped up out the car like a superstar Had to drop a couple bars just to prove 'em wrong (yeah, yeah) They thought I only was gon' dance, now they dance to my songs Turned 'em all Into fans, this what they waitin' for How could you hate on me? (Yeah) When I work hard seven days, all week? Some days I don't even eat or sleep Gotta hold down my family (yeah) Can't forget about my team (no) Yeah, real ones by my side (yeah) It's a cold world that's hard to find (uh) Gotta have ones who ride, yeah Real diamonds, real diamonds on me (yeah) Only real diamonds on me (on me) I pull up, they see the AP (bling) I got the time of the streets, yeah (yeah) Shit can get cold (cold) Stick to my vision, sail out on the road (road) Get it in go, yeah, that's all that I know (all that I know) 'Bout to go in, pardon my flow (yeah, yeah) Ha, all these diamonds on me (me) And all my diamonds on freeze (freeze) Racks poppin' out my jeans (jeans) Got a cup full of Codeine (Codeine) At night sometimes I can't sleep (sleep) Young nigga runnin' on E (on E) Baby girl, be my peace (peace) From all this drama in these streets (streets) And if they run up on me (me) I'ma leave somethin' on they teeth (bah, bah) Blood rushin' down his teeth (his teeth) I told you 'bout fuckin' with me (damn) Boy, you know I'm headed to the top (the top) Hell no, boy I won't stop (stop) Hey, young nigga gettin' his guap (guap) Nigga duckin' all these cops Hey, flex game proper (proper) Pocket full of guap and so I'm loadin' these choppers (hey) A nigga talkin' down, so I throw on his blockers Hey, Yella Makaveli, spend four on this, four more on these dracos (ooh) Big dummy shackle (ooh) Young nigga puttin' his poney bubbles Nigga want play, put a hole in his waffle (yeah) Back in the day, I did so many robberies Ooh, flexin' that ain't nothin' new (new) Put 'bout 30 thousand dollars in my tooth (yeah-yeah) You can't walk a mile up in my shoes Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh Real diamonds, real diamonds on me (yeah) Only real diamonds on me (on me) I pull up, they see the AP (bling) I got the time of the streets, yeah (yeah) Shit can get cold (cold) Stick to my vision, sail out on the road (road) Get it in go, yeah that's all that I know (all that I know) 'Bout to go in, pardon my flow (yeah, yeah) Can't lose Lil' baby tired but there's nothing I can't get through (through) Made it far in this life that I didn't choose (uh) I gotta pray, without faith you might lose (Bling)