Coulda Shoulda Woulda

Lyrics

[Verse 1: CHRIST DILLINGER] All a' this Rick got these broke niggas mortified He tried to run up, found out my crib is fortified Big ass AR in his face, make him run and hide Niggas is characters, Rigby and Mordecai All of this pain in my life, bitch I gotta stunt Niggas in my hood they call me the chosen one I drop a perc' in my drink and I go to work Pussy be snitchin' so I gotta watch my words He said these Rick Owens can't fool me they Ksubi jeans Wit' my bitch and yo' bitch and my dick is between My bitches grown and yo' bitches be seventeen [Verse 2: Caspr] Two bitches on me, you know that ain't choosing me The opps stupid, think that they foolin' me They walk to the mall for some jеwelery I walk in this house with somе Louie V I put racks in the bag, and I'm doin' me And I'm poppin' a perc' in a faucet You gotta pay just to talk to me Your girl, yeah she's gonna pay to get off of me [Verse 3: CHRIST DILLINGER] Pressin' these xans in my house wit' alprazolam Fiends be so high they start doin' the running man Said he got robbed from a boy, I don't give a damn I got a plug and he look like George Lopez He meet me with bricks and some p's at the motel I robbed a nigga and he look like uncle Phil My plug went to sleep and woke up I was trappin' still Fiends coming back and it's looking like silent hill [Verse 4: Caspr] Ha, grabba Got your bitch, she wanna cha-cha Don't deal with the talk and the ra-ra Gotta a glick with no safety go fa-fa I'm planning on spending that ah-ra You can't hate if you sending the opps-a Making noise and I know that you not hot You talkin' shit, then we makin' his face drop Sippin' on [?], I'm sippin' on straight drop [Verse 5: CHRIST DILLINGER] I'm on the dark web I'm ordering hella pills Bust me a piece and finna pay hella bills I sold a bag way before I had sold a rhyme Niggas be trappin' get caught and can't pay the fine Back in grade nine I was servin' dimes All of this ice in my watch I can't tell the time This ruger shoot bullets that's thick like your finger We move that white girl in the city Topanga Sipping on lean and its costing a nigga rent Hop off a jet and pull up in a brand new Benz I got a bunch of blue pills in my Prada bag [Verse 6: Caspr] Look at my mouth, she trust you where the water at Lost all my benz and they rain out but got it back Coach gon' be hussle so you know I never slap Go to the top, and I swear I ain't comin' back [Verse 7: CHRIST DILLINGER] Whole lotta racks in my bank account Said he was trappin', his trap hold a small amount Choppa on me and that shit go like dooda-chooda Suckin' my dick and she goin' like googa-googa That nigga broke, he just a woulda, coulda, shoulda