Ketchup by Elevated Cuatro Lyrics
Put faith in your god , put mines in my gun
That boy ain't my son bitch you must be drunk
Olympic strong, make her cum, then I'm gone
I don't tough talk, motherfucker keep it silent
I just get to sliding , when the timing is right and
You can be my cousin, if you an opp then you dying
One thing fasho, fuck the other side man
Auntie gone be crying, I'm at the funeral smiling
We all had a choice
Why you reside with them bustas?
Cuete ain't racist equally it'll buck ya
Cookin white chicken, Perico ah Numb ya
Like a dumb bitch, Hollows gone top ya
Better chill perro
Put this Four Nick to ya neck
Fuck you & yo respect
Murk you & all your set
Whoop yo ass right in front of yo lil kid
Been tryna rest & yet they wanna test me
Got the night sights, but ima add a laser
Sleepless nights plotting on paper
Fuck a drinking problem, you got a problem with my drinking
Bitches tricking but I don't pay em no attention
Earn all my fetti, don't worry how I spend it
Mature off Pain, you couldn’t comprehend it
Pass that bottle, mtherfuckers better bless it
Through out my struggles I learned all my lessons
Dirty smith & Wesson ? Don't give a fuck
Pass a weapon
Neva stressing, bring the pressure
Packing fierro, terminator
Stacking queso, jalapeño
If I broke , that's no bueno
Packs take vuelo
Trap Get gone like Cris Angel
One thing fasho I need my liquor
Smacked 2 blunts, she mad I ain't hit her
Got 2 drunk she mad I ain't beat her
Even when I'm faded lil bitch ion need ya
Empty magazines, ask questions later
Blue Shells gone fly, Mario kart racing
Caught em at the light , now his heart racing
Fear in his eyes, clutching on his nine
It's how he died dawg I been shot mine
6 to the chest 6 to the spine
Play it smooth got murder on my mind
A killer told me he neva had nightmares
Looked em in the eyes, shot em 17 times
Trapping real life taxing a hefty price
Got it for the 50 but resell 125
Pay full price I don't argue bout mine
Na, I don't argue bout mine
That boy ain't my son bitch you must be drunk
Olympic strong, make her cum, then I'm gone
I don't tough talk, motherfucker keep it silent
I just get to sliding , when the timing is right and
You can be my cousin, if you an opp then you dying
One thing fasho, fuck the other side man
Auntie gone be crying, I'm at the funeral smiling
We all had a choice
Why you reside with them bustas?
Cuete ain't racist equally it'll buck ya
Cookin white chicken, Perico ah Numb ya
Like a dumb bitch, Hollows gone top ya
Better chill perro
Put this Four Nick to ya neck
Fuck you & yo respect
Murk you & all your set
Whoop yo ass right in front of yo lil kid
Been tryna rest & yet they wanna test me
Got the night sights, but ima add a laser
Sleepless nights plotting on paper
Fuck a drinking problem, you got a problem with my drinking
Bitches tricking but I don't pay em no attention
Earn all my fetti, don't worry how I spend it
Mature off Pain, you couldn’t comprehend it
Pass that bottle, mtherfuckers better bless it
Through out my struggles I learned all my lessons
Dirty smith & Wesson ? Don't give a fuck
Pass a weapon
Neva stressing, bring the pressure
Packing fierro, terminator
Stacking queso, jalapeño
If I broke , that's no bueno
Packs take vuelo
Trap Get gone like Cris Angel
One thing fasho I need my liquor
Smacked 2 blunts, she mad I ain't hit her
Got 2 drunk she mad I ain't beat her
Even when I'm faded lil bitch ion need ya
Empty magazines, ask questions later
Blue Shells gone fly, Mario kart racing
Caught em at the light , now his heart racing
Fear in his eyes, clutching on his nine
It's how he died dawg I been shot mine
6 to the chest 6 to the spine
Play it smooth got murder on my mind
A killer told me he neva had nightmares
Looked em in the eyes, shot em 17 times
Trapping real life taxing a hefty price
Got it for the 50 but resell 125
Pay full price I don't argue bout mine
Na, I don't argue bout mine