Cousin Killed

Lyrics

[Intro] (Primo, turn this shit up) Yeah, aight Ghetto, Money, aight (Primo Beats on the track) [Verse] Money ain't shit, why I don't act like this? Three Glocks on my hip, why you strapped like this? On some paranoid shit, I almost whacked my bitch I keep fuckin' her like this, I'ma crack my hip Nigga, got me hip rollin' UPS man and a plain Rollie, got my wrist hurtin' Nigga, I ain't D-Trip, I don't sip turtle Stand over his ass with the switch, he got killed, murder KB just went to Mickey D's, but you a real burger Them niggas shot the crib up, we took it real further Mike, I don't think the pills workin' What you think'll happen to our brain if we sniff purple? If we sniff syrup Kobe Bryant Forces on with a KITH shirt Don't put the ho in the beef and get the bitch burnt I knew it was a ninety-round piece 'cause the clip turned Nigga, I don't really give a fuck who got rich first I started off with Air Force Ones, they weren't Rick first We started with nickels and grams, they ain't had bricks first This how it happen, the car hit the corner, but it gets worse Dropped so many shots, that bitch flipped over At Great Lakes, ruley with a Draco on a kid's stroller I don't know the bitch, but my kids know her I met some OGs in the feds who put real work in You a fake killer You a Thursday fed meal, you a baked chicken You a fake sipper, you a fake nigga They told me to calm down, I need brakes, nigga She came in the room hair done, now her lace different I done took so many Percs, my face different Nigga, I was takin' fentanyl Percs and I ain't feel it I ain't braggin' though, that shit dumb as hell If the pill ain't from the Pharm', then it wasn't real Like how a nigga really shot at us and he wasn't killed? Pulled up to his titi house, he got his cousin killed I'ma keep it real, that slime shit got my cousin killed But I am not trippin' We found them niggas' mama crib and threw a bomb in it Four niggas ran out, was dead in five minutes Oh damn, they say somebody dead burned, that's five niggas Me, KB and Mike, but we got five triggers, someone got two guns You still goin' to the Y? We got a new run I got some growers out in Cali, you got a shoe plug That night them niggas threw 'em at my house, they shot up two clubs Nigga, you could never make a new bud, he just too real You know I was high as hell, I was too still, I wasn't movin' enough Bro, let me see the pint bottle, you ain't doin' enough Ayy, Phil, you still got your camera rollin'? Make a nigga burn for five days, we'll candle somethin' Sometimes I fuck for an hour or five minutes, I'm a random fucker I was tryna get ten bricks from this Spanish fucker But I couldn't speak Spanish and he couldn't speak English And I couldn't learn shit and he couldn't teach neither That nigga stole somethin', get me a meat cleaver I'm finna cut his hand off 'cause my feet itchin'