CW Khalil - All Gas
Red light special hit him at the stop sign
Like he was that Ronda blood yeah we made him katch 9
U ain’t putting nun down for yo homie stop trying
Throwing up that other shit wil have yo mama hurt an crying
Yeah slip N slide wit a surfboard
We trippin over dead homies nigga dis ain’t turf war
Sending hollows thru yo body left you wit a burnt core
23 the right fit 21 just twerk more
Huh I put the beat in a full Nelson
Yo homie really spinning nigga u is not helping
If I get kaught up in tht jam I am not telling
Put that lethal chrome to yo done like I was welding
Dese niggas faking they diffikulty on easy
Took the face off wasaname like I was sleazy or Hundo
Like I just died CW is kuttthroat
And if the bitch set the play shots at her bundles
Cw khalil is whats slept on
Put me on yo song and yo verse is what gets stepped on
Sucka put a wager on his life but he bet wrong
Michael meyers sneaking thru bushes how u crept on
Huh huh
Let me katch my breathe
U was posed to stay solid but u lost the test
U niggas don’t got no motion
We doing heavy press
I’ve been recording all night
CW has barely slept
I feel Jayden in my spirit everywhere I go
He telling me to keep a bang at every show
Don’t let up just get your foot up in the door
And if a sucka trippin , pick him out like a fro
Yeah slip N slide wit a surfboard
We trippin over dead homies nigga dis ain’t turf war
Sending hollows thru yo body left you wit a burnt core
23 the right fit 21 just twerk more
Huh I put the beat in a full Nelson
Yo homie really spinning nigga u is not helping
If I get kaught up in tht jam I am not telling
Put that lethal chrome to yo done like I was welding
Dese niggas faking they diffikulty on easy
Took the face off wasaname like I was sleazy or Hundo
Like I just died CW is kuttthroat
And if the bitch set the play shots at her bundles
My nigga Austin always with me
ADLT yeah it’s tatted on my mitten
Y’all always dissing
In person never trippin
He was pussy but with out all them life’s like a kitten
Told a opp bitch bye Felicia
This don’t got shit to do with u don’t mean the reaper
I am not a preacher
I’m just trying to teach ya
Stay up outta nigga shit
Go sit in the bleachers
Colby world locked its the same gang
When I get bag imma make a chain hang
I ain’t faking with this shit y’all know my main name
K H A L I L CW in my veins
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