"Kachow!" lyrics
Hahaha
Bitch
I think it's a skill
Yeah, I want a real [?]
Fuck everyone
You say you got what you got
Kick in yo' door, we find out, uh
These niggas put in a pot, put in a flame
Mini-store got a Glock with yo gang
Pourin' up, paint dot, purple rain
This the green trick, we ain't got no purple
Nigga havin' blick he ain't never heard of
I just popped up with my blick out
Stolo at the end, I know he get the guns out
Two different garages we park in
Fuck 12, fuck the [?]
Get to Hell, makin' bad choices
Drive the whip like I'm drag racin'
Shots fired, nigga ran a tour of me
Doped up, nigga smokin' morphine
South side, lil' twin put me on a lick
I was broke as fuck, I ain't have shit
Now I'm at the park, I love mad racks
Smokin' by the slide, sprayin' cabbage
I won't wear no fuckin' Rick, I'on want shit sweet
Diamond pints until you buy my freak
Inspect the bag, put my face in the weed
Poppin' out, give a fuck with your time out
Green shit, I got a guacamole eye
Roll the opps, I be rollin' za
I ain't wastin' the drank for nothin'
Gun smoke, he went havin' his gun
In the violet, you know that lil' boy gon' run
Blicked up in the part, it with gun
Havin' sex with two [?], had a pack on
Nigga drippin' like a nigga put ranch on
What you said? Nigga thought that it Sayso
Trash bag on my head, no face on me (Bitch)
Big [?] on my leg, throw the camera on me
Drop him dead with a gun on me
Paranormal activity in my hood
Walk up to the drunk and ask if they good
Watch, you surrounded the way that I come out that wood
Hell nah, bro, we aimin' too good
Trace your buy, out to [?] hood
Hell went down, I need another Backwood
Geeked from .46, I would try hard
Get the big out, power
Take down an opp, he get your flowers
None of that cap shit allowed
Know that block a mile away
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch
I think it's a skill
Yeah, I want a real [?]
Fuck everyone
You say you got what you got
Kick in yo' door, we find out, uh
These niggas put in a pot, put in a flame
Mini-store got a Glock with yo gang
Pourin' up, paint dot, purple rain
This the green trick, we ain't got no purple
Nigga havin' blick he ain't never heard of
I just popped up with my blick out
Stolo at the end, I know he get the guns out
Two different garages we park in
Fuck 12, fuck the [?]
Get to Hell, makin' bad choices
Drive the whip like I'm drag racin'
Shots fired, nigga ran a tour of me
Doped up, nigga smokin' morphine
South side, lil' twin put me on a lick
I was broke as fuck, I ain't have shit
Now I'm at the park, I love mad racks
Smokin' by the slide, sprayin' cabbage
I won't wear no fuckin' Rick, I'on want shit sweet
Diamond pints until you buy my freak
Inspect the bag, put my face in the weed
Poppin' out, give a fuck with your time out
Green shit, I got a guacamole eye
Roll the opps, I be rollin' za
I ain't wastin' the drank for nothin'
Gun smoke, he went havin' his gun
In the violet, you know that lil' boy gon' run
Blicked up in the part, it with gun
Havin' sex with two [?], had a pack on
Nigga drippin' like a nigga put ranch on
What you said? Nigga thought that it Sayso
Trash bag on my head, no face on me (Bitch)
Big [?] on my leg, throw the camera on me
Drop him dead with a gun on me
Paranormal activity in my hood
Walk up to the drunk and ask if they good
Watch, you surrounded the way that I come out that wood
Hell nah, bro, we aimin' too good
Trace your buy, out to [?] hood
Hell went down, I need another Backwood
Geeked from .46, I would try hard
Get the big out, power
Take down an opp, he get your flowers
None of that cap shit allowed
Know that block a mile away
Yeah, yeah, yeah
