*** Cuh By Shoreline Mafia
That ***, oh
She like “*** that ***”
(Arjay on the beat)
I got on my enemigo red bottoms
Coupe came enemigo blue
Anybody KKK
***, my plug my shooter too
Got my lil’ hottie screamin’ out, “*** cuh”
Got my lil’ hottie screamin’ out, “*** cuh”
Pull a trick out from across the tracks
Got my hottie screamin’ out, “*** love”
*** love
Screamin’ out, “*** love”
*** love
Got my hottie screamin’ out, “*** love”
*** cuh
She be feelin’ like “*** that ***”
*** love, *** cuh
*** love
Throwin’ up G’s, she throwin’ up B’s
Some niggas bang C’s, some niggas bang P’s
Some niggas bang Fruits, some niggas bang Trees
I’m hangin’ like grapes just to hit a Georgia peach, ayy, ayy
I’m like Hoover, six-oh, six-nine
I do my time
When I do my grind
Got her feelin’ like “*** that ***”
Little hottie gon’ bust that trigger
I-I, ayy, ayy, yeah
I make her squirt, make her spray, yeah-yeah
I’m in the turf where she lay
I’m out here makin’ these plays
I got on my enemigo red bottoms
Coupe came enemigo blue
Anybody KKK
***, my plug my shooter too
Got my lil’ hottie screamin’ out, “*** cuh”
Got my lil’ hottie screamin’ out, “*** cuh”
Pull a trick out from across the tracks
Got my hottie screamin’ out, “*** love”
*** love
Screamin’ out, “*** love”
*** love
Got my hottie screamin’ out, “*** love” (Just bringin’ Greedo over)
*** cuh
She be feelin’ like “*** that ***”
[Ohgeesy]
Put my lil’ ho in some red bottoms (Red bottoms)
Free all of my niggas ’cause the feds got ’em (Feds got ’em)
I don’t know ***, ***, I don’t know who shot ’em (Who?)
I don’t know ***, ***, I don’t know who shot ’em (I don’t know)
She a Blood but she *** with them Cuzzins (Cuh)
I don’t bang, but she wanna come and *** niggas (*** niggas)
Got a Backwood and you know it’s stuffed, *** (Ayy)
Got a Backwood blunt and it’s stuffed, ***
I want all the dough, all the crust, *** (Crust, ***)
Give me all the *** ‘fore I bust niggas (Bah)
You wasn’t with me when I had to take the bus, *** (Uh)
So you not comin’ with now that I’m up, *** (Woo)
Free my *** Greedo out them cuffs, ***
Free my brodie Drakeo, that’s a must, *** (My ***)
I think I need a Band-Aid, I’m too cut, ***
I think I need a bandana, I’m too cut, ***
[03 Greedo]
Ah-ah (Arjay on the beat), I-I-I
I’m like Hoover, six-oh, six-nine
I do my shorty
When I do my grind
Got her feelin’ like “*** that ***”
Little hottie gon’ bust that trigger, ayy
Yeah
Yeah, we started OTX
Like, OTX, it’s pretty much like a family now
Long live my *** Josh, I love you
Joshua forever