Ceehuncho - Intro

Wockiana I just turned a clear sprite into a purple thunder
I can tell the shit he sayin' cap 'cuz all his words stutter
Burn all of my opps down to ash and then I burn some rubber
Lil brody just slid in the Scat pack it's turquoise color
Better keep that heat it's gettin' colder than January
You barely even famous locally I'm known planetary
Imma clean nigga cut the bitch off 'cuz she unsanitary
I'm finna drop a charger jailbreak same color cherry
Rap god I got the scripture In my notes app
I just made a ten piece yo baby daddy workin' door dash
You the type to keep on going to yo exes like it's a treasure map
Damn
But ain't no loot here
You dropped a half line in yo lemon lime yo sprite still clear
Finish in her mouth her lips lookin' like some milk smeared
I could still gap yo 2020 in a low gear
60k worth of methods in my google drive
I'm tryna eat good and get fat to like Buddha size
Talkin' through his teeth punched his ass he a toothless guy
I want a Big Mac, McFlurry, and nuggets you can lose the fries
840 horses this a Dodge Demon
Do you got that glizzy on you now?
This a Glock screening
What the fuck is second place?
You know we had to top seed it
Take it out her pussy then I served her mouth some hot semen
Get caught on camera and steal the tape Menace to Society
Only thing yo baby daddy fight is you and his Percocet sobriety
Start a war we knock off his whole block entirely
Before lil bro do a drill he pop a xan he got anxiety
Switch out the .223 for .556 they interchangeable
20k on me now but for you that's unattainable
Oh you got a gun too? That's relatable
Knocked him out cold in one punch he unstable
I'm tryna get a thousand horses hit it wit' a engine tune
This lil nine mil' still make his head go boom
Hit the pedal shittin' on you made the hemi poop
Half of y'all still Soundcloud rappers just tell the truth
I'm finna hit the global charts
I gotta cannon take dookies on you made the mortar fart
What the fuck is a pair of keys?
This car a push to start
How is you a wife for life but you can't even get me hard?
This a .38 special
Rob a nigga for his shoes, new watch, and gold necklace
Fuck a Glock 17 we got 44 steppers
Nah fuck all dat shit gang got 48 weapons
Ever since I been gettin' money I started investin'
He tried to run until we caught his ass
Ash Ketchum
He ain't get the point so we taught his ass another lesson
There's people nearby so I pistol whipped him wit' Barretta

Written by:
Cee Huncho

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