HALLOWEEN

It's Koss, finger, baby

Damn, motherfucker, you know I'm here
I'm a killer In the streets, they are no real
I gotta take them pills, pills
You cannot pop your six You ain't poppin' that
I'ma miss you for real I'ma make that shit hot, yeah

We don't make that shit out here But please just stay out my way
I got a bitch, I don't know where she at She wanna stay on movement
Wish I won't walk out on my mission I got the light, off, I'm not smokin' dope
I got a guy on site, I got ass on my mic

Fade away, till we get high I think I'ma go sleep in the background
Then, I got my mama, she say no, bro I was on a ho, and I was on trip
Then I lettin' her know, and I let her go
Chill out ho, I gotta, I gotta shut up Breakin' that rules,it's breakin' the code

It's might go, I'm not official gotta let her know
You won't fuck, let me know Turn up, I fuck on low
So, I'm the stove She on powder stove
I'ma rock to the green That was timing, I was feeding with my lean
I got a hard type, she like to close her mouth

I'm a real nigga, I don't feel trapped Bitch, I ain't trippin', I ain't no cap
Watchin' me when I'm strapped He can't no trap, he be back, back
Tell me I don't kill these niggas, tell me I don't kill these niggas

Bitch, what's up? Hold up, this ain't bad
This ain't me, I wanna make it, I'm on the map
Come here shawty, you a star
What happened? I done it right What happened? Can't win my fight
I got a rubber on mic

Don't make my money run on clap I got a gun in black
I won't stop fighting back You can't be your man when I'm catchin' flack

Flack, I'm movin' back, I'm movin' back
Feel my money, I ain't got no stack, stack And I can't win on all these fangs
Come on, fix up, we gon' die today, fuck I tryna stay here, I'm tryna fuck
But, I tryna stay here till you fuck my ... off and I flop

Till I know you, I gotta stay shy I gotta open up my own buck
She said she wanna smoke some big puff, I think I can't, I'm not
Damn, you come around, keep me out of that violent mess
I let you rest, now you can't look at my hand I got something to say about what's in your head, like

Baby you should do it Touch me, you gon' see red, this is my run back
Touch me up, American in red, Bitch I'm back, I can't let bitches tell you that I'm dead
I hope you ain't tryna play, I ain't tryna go through my gun

My main load, gotta try again I'm out with this shit
Put all the pressure on me, on me You know I'm ready
I'm gonna fight, fight, we don't move, yeah Look at my face, tell you shit

I don't feel safe, where you at? I'm on seven, I'm one on base
Bitch, I'm one on brand Bitch, I'm like a plate
When the hollies up
Give it up to who? She said she want me too

I'm just better than who? They want my boo
It's Koss, finger, baby



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