Coughin' (feat. Sect Unit)
Tumaggz
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I don't tell these pussies shit cuz Pussies talk a lot I won't pass a pussy shit if smoking Woods still makes him cough Don't step foot on Gladstone We protect the spot like Camelot All my Hellhounds down to scrap We swing em hard with all we got Riding To the spot we wylin' Hit a motherfucking cop he dying Hit a motherfuckers block while smiling Took a son from his mother she crying All of this shit ain't tough talk Everybody hates a nigga no Chris Rock Everybody wanna see a nigga wrist locked up in some steel I ain't talking bout no wrist watch Yeah that boy might kill his parents but he ain't gon kill me Met a foreign bitch from Paris she gon get on both knees Got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree With yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain't no OG Whole game fucked All you niggas got it criss cross See you stunting on em Why you rocking all the Ross drip Smoking on that wood tip Cheaper than a Cheese Nip You be sucking dick For a feature on some bullshit Shooter with a full clip Boy drop that pin Got seven whole niggas like Sect finna send Straps can stay back handle this like some men But we know you a coward so we gon roll in I don't tell these pussies shit cuz Pussies talk a lot I won't pass a pussy shit if smoking Woods still makes him cough Don't step foot on Gladstone We protect the spot like Camelot All my Hellhounds down to scrap We swing em hard with all we got I don't tell these pussies shit cuz Pussies talk a lot I won't pass a pussy shit if smoking Woods still makes him cough Don't step foot on Gladstone We protect the spot like Camelot All my Hellhounds down to scrap We swing em hard with all we got We swing em hard with all we got I knock a nigga out his socks We pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight fuckin shocked, huh Now he lookin' at the sky, cause that bitch got fuckin dropped Smokin good shit got me coughin' Put him in a coffin and leave him to die Bitch nigga run up on me then he must got a death wish Floppin' around like a dyin' fish Rich nigga shit I'll hit you with a fresh whip Playin wit me and you dyin' bitch Prayin to not see god and shit Sayin you just want out of it And I'll put you out yo misery The last thing you'll fuckin see is me Wit a smirk on my face I bet the shit that you said you wanna take back That's not how it work in this place You just another fuckin homicide case Homicide, suicide, genocide, I call that shit icin the cake They say Sect you don't got a fuckin heart Then I got a organ to take Then I got a organ to steal Everything so fake to me so it ain't hard to point out what's real I got bitches that pay for the bill Them niggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills I put that pussy right in a coffin then I'm headed to the hills Bitch
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