Testi $HOOK - RØNIN

$HOOK

I’ve got this girl I can’t forgive her
I’d rather slit my wrists than ever seer her
I’ve tried my best and this world won’t deliver
Sorry mummy an daddy the truth will make you shiver
They $hook, shiver, make your bitch quiver
So fucking sick you can’t stop when I deliver
Grinding while you’re asleep or cooking dinner
Life’s like a game, when you think you won you ain’t the winner
Ride till I die, no love, no lie, no need for it
Rise till I plummet I’ll fight
Full stop point blank, phat gangs on site
All night, we run up in the bank take flight
Hoes stank! Call themselves a treat, I’m like, why?
So stuned, this chicka make a Wigga wanna run!
Get gone so fast, gon dash, I’m done
That bitch so trash, lookin grubby like a mutt
They shook, shiver, make your bitch quiver
So fucking slick you can’t stop when I deliver
Lurking in the winter been burnin up this liquor
Devils tempting me it doesn’t mean that I’m a sinner
Pain of the game an love’s the tirent
I’m a freak, but don’t be fooled by my kindness
Inside I’m demented and violent, so angry can’t hide it
Money and weed is all that’s provided
Pop top, rollin' down the road up in some odd socks
Drop top, present when I’m cruisin through the hot spot
Crop top, Tommy Hilfiger on a hot thot
Mob Glock, trigger finger itching for a pop pop
Snap chat, all up in my bizzo tryna catch that
Back pack, packin to the brim from my napsack
Go in, body bag bitches as an omen
Oh damn, drop in, rock a set like a slow jam
I be killing them silent so angry and violent
Take a look at yourself an ask where your pride is
Witness the exodus, pride of the prejudice
Can’t handle it, listening to Big Boy Los Angeles