House shit
• Written by ChristianLossa
Fucking bitches and robbing stores
Keep my riches under the floorboards
Grab a knife try and back the jack into it
You lack the stacks to get the crack boys losing it
It ain't intuitive if you ain't a natural
I need money influence ain't collateral
I don't need help with the name recognition
The people that I've dealt with know that I'm cooking
Your the reason that fronting ain't for me
Cutting, busting and gunning a small man junky
I'll break your knees next week for my money
Think you'll get away, yeah we'll see little buddy
I don't sell to my friends cause of this
Can't imagine curb stomping or taking their fits
But you know a dope boy gotta do what he do
This the price you gotta pay for the cheese fondue
But don't you dare think I forgot about you
Leave an outstanding debt, better follow your curfew
And don't bet against the four three crew
Cause I'll cover that bitch, hint hint you're gonna lose
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ChristianLossa
Member since August 13 2019