Testo Casualty - Li rye
Testo della canzone Casualty (Li rye), tratta dall'album Casualty (feat. EBK Jaaybo)
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
(Jondior)
Spank shit for bronem that ain't here to step on opps with me
Uh, catch an eight in traffic, that's a casualty
I done dropped so many niggas in my city
Can't lie, this shit don't make no fuckin' sense (it's Kosfinger, baby)
Teddy bears and balloon on e'ry block when my niggas spin
Ay, name a skit you did
Shit get spunky, sometimes you might hit the innocent
Back against the wall, streets'll have you wonderin', "How I'm gon' get through this?"
First time I striped my cleats as an adolescent, Js I didn't miss
I keep Li Rye with me, bro shoot his blick more than he comb his hair
Yeah, I bend they block every time with fully, it ain't never fair (yeah, yeah)
Don't think you wanna pull up to the Gs, demons over there
The malice he was showin' on a drill, they knew he didn't care, yeah
I wish I woulda caught another body 'fore I cut the dreads
Lil' bro got him a button and went dummy like he special ed'
They was laughin' like shit funny 'til they brodie got found without a head
I don't like dissin' dead niggas 'less with my own eyes, I done seen him bled
Take my Percocets with lean, fiendin', reminiscin' 'bout Red
Intrusive thoughts inside my evil mind got me layin' shit to bed
Ain't never speak on my cases inside my cell, don't know which one of these nigga fed
Pillow talkin' what got him whacked (yeah), now he can't take back what he said
Had to twist a nigga cap off, then cut the twisties off
I bet I'll come eliminate the problem if I get involved
Can you tell me how my Glock came with a booty, but got dick and balls?
Ay, Rye, this bitch sound like, "Rrrah-rrrat, boom" when I be gettin' off
Got rapper bags, so I can crash the foreign whip, then buy another
Bro love his bitch, so if she cheat, you know Li Rye step on her brother
That been my nigga since a kid, he fuck with suckers, so it's fuck him
Spend racks on oversized designer, the biggest sticks could fit up under, nigga
That body ain't a reputable, then I don't want it, nigga
Bent around the corner like seven times before I smoked the nigga, yeah
Mr. FlyK, since '17, I been on 'em niggas
Ay, mob, quit it with the games before I send a blitz
And send another one, I'm with the stupid shit
The judge tryna bang him 'cause on a drill, he show ruthlessness
Spinned they block like a hula-hoop with my hooligans
Yeah-yeah, we get the drop like a U-Haul, we movin' in
Stop the car, I see a nigga twitch, I'm finna shoot again
Opp party, so many fuckin' targets, I don't know who to end
Demon seed, niggas talmbout stop the violence, who the fuck let Buddha in?
DOA, them niggas died on arrival, ain't get the chance to spin
We'll come through the North all day, we tryna stamp some shit
This South ho droppin' the set, I'm tryna stamp the bitch
Yeah-yeah, don't need a campfire and a s'more, I'm campin' at his crib
Yeah, I got Wocky in my cup, but this fully sleep a nigga like some Actavis
I seen a sucker out, that nigga ran again
Catch him at his house, then park his lo' while he backin' in
Got sleazy when they caught him at the store, tagged him and his friend
Wanted his life in my possession for some time, I'm mad it didn't end
Got shot by one of the bros, tryna send a ho gon' get you smacked again
Popped a homie, he ain't see it comin', that's how you do the skit
Ran out on him, now he use a bag, ain't got to send to shit
You never did a drill (yeah, yeah), I can show you how to do this shit
Them shots fucked up his stomach, so a bag is what he dookie in
Got the paramedics talkin' 'bout, "We're losin' him"
That chop' fucked up his face, can't tell who he is, they confusin' him
Last week, I had a dream, the Percs called and said I'm abusin' them
Fresh out the shop, no less than three days, this bitch hot as fuck, I need a coolant kit
Aight, yeah
Mix J. Jonah with the Black, that's real zazas
Mixin' Keith with G5, give me Bruce Lee eye
Can't tell you details 'bout that skit, just know that he died (huh?)
Too late for paramedics, them Dracos leave niggas deep-fried
Ain't start actin' like this yesterday, I been this way since I was knee-high
Get stingy when I'm on 'em skits like, "Brother, he's mine"
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
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Writer(s): William Boyette, Roderick Henderson, Oliver Seyed Nazemi, Jonathan Aldana Giraldo, Daniel Montaño
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