Autor: cawi

Suspect, wewantwraiths, Ay Huncho – Final Resort Lyrics
Verse 1: Ay Huncho
They know about us cuz’ look at the news incase they want proof
I’ve got nothing to prove
It proves my left hand with this strap it rips through flesh it cut through wounds
I got the moves like MJ them boys can’t say Hunch was put on the news
Anytime my face is on tv they link me with murders I’m getting confused
Hold this wap, let me jump out this whip imma aim at his chest make his heartbeat skip
If they heard about me it’s because of my sticks
And my opps are pussies, this Glock got a dick
Ay, 48 is so thick it don’t fit in my pants
Put his head on the floor imma give him a tear
Who’s bloody on gang imma fuck up his plans
Who’s here for thе story our opps are ?

Verse 2: Suspect
It could be a scam
If you heard that gang wеnt there
Tryna pump and dump
Stepped outta line, online
Now you owe me blood
And you know I get paid upfront
Get paid in full when a opp get slumped
Cah, he know
She know
They know
We know, who really murdered dons
You can go search what I allegedly done
You ain’t drilled nuttin’ but songs
Bad B in the crib, with nuttin’ but thongs
Give nuttin’ but throat, 2 balls on her tongue
2 bells in the dotts, but I just need 1
An opp got chinged outside of his drum

Chorus: wewantwraiths
Put trust in God, can’t trust myself
This brand new Glock, my favorite pole
The amount of lies, I told police
When they came in, try raid my home
When we get stuck it’s gone patrol
Got sticks on deck, I’m comfortable
The beef we have is munchable
My bitch is bad, she keep calling me childish
Broski’s addicted to violence
When he says final resort
It don’t mean no trip to an island
I used to drip in Armani
Now we just drip in Givenchy
Payment link, straight drop at Flannels
Won’t spend no quid on fashion, no
Verse 4: Suspect
Your vest ain’t shit, man cheff up a head
Piece man go dumb, make a opp go dumb
He was talkin’, nuttin’ but violence
Then he got bucked, since then been silence
Find him, bine him, swipe him, knife him
Sav like Abz, love ridin’, glidin’
Find him, bine him, swipe him, knife him
Love that thrill, that shits excitin’
S like Vin with the getaway drivin’
Step 2 chings, left 1 inside him
Who’s on wass, with a AG thug
Gang gang spilt pints of blood
We swing our shanks, and beat our guns
Gang gang put opps in the mud
Free Armed Response, and fuck that judge
And petty violate, Imma hold that grudge

Verse 5: Ay Huncho
Sus you mad if I was the only
Got his brothers, I know he feels lonely
Missing ?, but gotta stay low-key
When I buss case I can visit the broski
Bury the money, I love when they spin
They came for my head, but are still on my skin
They aim at ?
?
Chorus: wewantwraiths
Put trust in God, can’t trust myself
This brand new Glock, my favorite pole
The amount of lies, I told police
When they came in, try raid my home
When we get stuck it’s gone patrol
Got sticks on deck, I’m comfortable
The beef we have is munchable
My bitch is bad, she keep calling me childish
Broski’s addicted to violence
When he says final resort
It don’t mean no trip to an island
I used to drip in Armani
Now we just drip in Givenchy
Payment link, straight drop at Flannels
Won’t spend no quid on fashion, no
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