Hurtin

Lyrics

[Chorus: 03 Greedo] [?] perc, 'cause my trunk hurtin I put two drugs in my Maybach [?] currten I'm staying sober, my chauffeur seem like he drunk swerving They call my circle drummer gang, like we be gun serving We serving bass, all of us bang [?] don't know 'bout no murders Too rich for beef, bitch, that's on [?] I don't eat no burgers I'm in my bag, but your lil bitch, she won't get no Birkan She looking for some [?], but I'm gon' leave her troat hurten [Verse 1: 03 Greedo] It ain't no T's in here, I'm Grape, ain't no [?] in here I had to get back on that rap, it ain't no singing here She say I'm teasing [?] this whip ain't got no keys in here And she just wanna ridе that bitch, [?] some cheese in herе A.P. pay for itself, 200 K on the necklace, nigga I ain't even [?] I'm still riding here wreckless, nigga Southern Cali, I'm God I start getting high when I'm in Texas, nigga Hell na, we can't talk shit, y'all stop arguing in my texts, nigga [Chorus: 03 Greedo] [?] perc, 'cause my trunk hurtin I put two drugs in my Maybach [?] currten I'm staying sober, my chauffeur seem like he drunk swerving They call my circle drummer gang, like we be gun serving We serving bass, all of us bang [?] don't know 'bout no murders Too rich for beef, bitch, that's on [?] I don't eat no burgers I'm in my bag, but your lil bitch, she won't get no Birkan She looking for some [?], but I'm gon' leave her troat hurten [Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo] [?] show they hand, them boys done fold again Came through poles in hand, bitch, we gon' win, we up that score again I take percasets, and I sip mud til I can't pour again Sino steppers, [?] Detroit look like Death Ro again I got [?] wrist freeze, [?] see I'm lit Shit too easy, take his work [?] She pop a bar to eat my dick I [?] ho niggas, my opps done turned to [?] We got rich, I up glizzys, it got switch Hit his dreads, and he got [?] Nigga [Chorus: 03 Greedo] [?] perc, 'cause my trunk hurtin I put two drugs in my Maybach [?] currten I'm staying sober, my chauffeur seem like he drunk swerving They call my circle drummer gang, like we be gun serving We serving bass, all of us bang [?] don't know 'bout no murders Too rich for beef, bitch, that's on [?] I don't eat no burgers I'm in my bag, but your lil bitch, she won't get no Birkan She looking for some [?], but I'm gon' leave her troat hurten