Oh Darling (feat. Soudiere)
POSSE
I keep on catching a case
My lawyer keep dismissing them
I keep on catching a case
My lawyer keep dismissing them
Hearing my name, going insane
Man, this shit is like every day
Hearing my name, going insane
Man, this shit is like every day
A-A-All around the world
Bitches dead, I make them hurl
Chillin' with my fucking girl
Double team, that rob a pearl
Off her neck, slit, dip
Don't stop, I'ma get the guap'
Freddie never gonna flop
Creeping up and killing cops
Tool strapped up
Get some buck, 'til I'm stuck
Heavy metal, pushin' weight, guess who gonna die today?
I'm a runnin' man, I'm a gunner, man
You's a pussy, fam
Fuck you think, you boujee man?
Popping out ya mama's van
I got two whole toolies
Busting Glocks, I fucking knew it
I'm the one that fucking grew it
You the one that fucking blew it
I'm gonna finish it, you better run it bitch
Give it up now, give it up or else you gonna drown
H-H-Hold the phone, now you get it all alone
Watch your fucking tone, why you acting like a drone?
Try to run up, you better get your gun up
Don't fucking test me, I let the gods bless me
Hearing my name, going insane
Man, this shit is like every day
Hearing my name, going insane
Man, this shit is like every day
O-O-Oh, darling
Why the fuck you bawlin'?
Is it the feds you callin'?
You feel your body fallin'
You feel it in your guts
You think you're going nuts
You quit your bitching for a itching, for another fucking fixing
Oh, darling
Why the fuck you bawlin'?
Is it the feds you callin'?
You feel your body fallin'
You feel it in your guts
You think you're going nuts
You quit your bitching for a itching, for another fucking fixing
Oh, darling
Why the fuck you bawlin'?
Is it the feds you callin'?
You feel your body fallin'
You feel it in your guts
You think you're going nuts
You quit your bitching for a itching, for another fucking fixing
Oh, darling
Why the fuck you bawlin'?
Is it the feds you callin'?
You feel your body fallin'
You feel it in your guts
You think you're going nuts
You quit your bitching for a itching, for another fucking fixing
I keep on catching a case
My lawyer keep dismissing them
I keep on catching a case
My lawyer keep dismissing them
Hearing my name, going insane
Man, this shit is like every day
Hearing my name, going insane
Man, this shit is like every day
A-A-All around the world
Bitches dead, I make them hurl
Chillin' with my fucking girl
Double team, that rob a pearl
Off her neck, slit, dip
Don't stop, I'ma get the guap'
Freddie never gonna flop
Creeping up and killing cops
Tool strapped up
Get some buck, 'til I'm stuck
Heavy metal, pushin' weight, guess who gonna die today?
I'm a runnin' man, I'm a gunner, man
You's a pussy, fam
Fuck you think, you boujee man?
Popping out ya mama's van
I got two whole toolies
Busting Glocks, I fucking knew it
I'm the one that fucking grew it
You the one that fucking blew it
I'm gonna finish it, you better run it bitch
Give it up now, give it up or else you gonna drown
H-H-Hold the phone, now you get it all alone
Watch your fucking tone, why you acting like a drone?
Try to run up, you better get your gun up
Don't fucking test me, I let the gods bless me
Hearing my name, going insane
Man, this shit is like every day
Hearing my name, going insane
Man, this shit is like every day
O-O-Oh, darling
Why the fuck you bawlin'?
Is it the feds you callin'?
You feel your body fallin'
You feel it in your guts
You think you're going nuts
You quit your bitching for a itching, for another fucking fixing
Oh, darling
Why the fuck you bawlin'?
Is it the feds you callin'?
You feel your body fallin'
You feel it in your guts
You think you're going nuts
You quit your bitching for a itching, for another fucking fixing
Oh, darling
Why the fuck you bawlin'?
Is it the feds you callin'?
You feel your body fallin'
You feel it in your guts
You think you're going nuts
You quit your bitching for a itching, for another fucking fixing
Oh, darling
Why the fuck you bawlin'?
Is it the feds you callin'?
You feel your body fallin'
You feel it in your guts
You think you're going nuts
You quit your bitching for a itching, for another fucking fixing
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Chassels
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