Life of a Wichita
• Written by CTrill
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Mentally ill please someone call a docta
Fuck with C-Trill
he gon wip out the choppa
Always strapped up
I aint 'fraid to kill these yappas
You can't cross me
like im the u.s border
Fuck wit my crew?
We gon jump yo ass
Nothin gonna stop us
I'll ransack ya ass
I will find yo stash
I'm gon keep it too
Doesn't matter what it is
drugs, pills, and cash
Don't get caught slippn
you gon get a lash
Bop you in the head
bleedn out ya head
from that fat gash.
Get back to the cut
with a quick dash
Sittn in my car
smokn purp hash
Runnin from these cops
gon cause a crash
All you pussy niggas
wont undastand this mash
Don't forget you ain't hood
not even white trash
You just a pussy nilla from derby
no city just farms and grass
yeah you heard me
-C- Trill z
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CTrill
Member since February 16 2015