CHAPOS by KISSTHECROOK Lyrics
[Verse 1: KISSTHECROOK]
When my ass in a retirement home
8 decades behind me and I'm still gettin paid
Gettin' laid like I'm vardy
Me and Cool got the slaps like we Laurel and Hardy
And now we bout to get retarded
IQ like a high school, gettin' into quarrels
I do like a groom do, fuck the bride 'til the night through
Quit talkin' bout that mouth - what that ass do?
If you ain't backin' it up, then I ain't sackin' it up
Bingo 8 o clock, walk my walker to the lounge
Bunch of pretty old ladies - they just waitin' around
Gertrude givin' looks, told her wait another round
Rude to leave without sayin' hello
To Ruth - the babe
With the dark chocolate
Pass her ass a lil' note cuz I'm tryna get my cock licked
I unload the cartridge, back of her throat - like my last name fuckin' Dwyer
I may be out a job, but this dick don't retire
Shut the door right behind me, my ass waddlin' out
When when my ass is wrinkled, I'm still wildin' out
Bring Gerty to the bathroom, and she ridinA
She writin down "the best" - I'm the Brady of the bunch
I'll be thirty five and still be shootin' shit with a fifty
And when I'm sixty two I'll still be bangin' bitches to Whitney
H town, gotta blast off - now I got the staff talkin'
Like I'm Gandalf, I just like the Grey
[Verse 2: Coolboii]
This got me actin like I cook it and I cut it and shit
No reaction I don’t pop it off in public and shit
And fuck a faction, only siding wit the Crook in the bitch
Every body else a phony, they hate to know me
But here we are the Corleones - the Ciprioni
They couldn’t try me
They try to lock me on the island
But I deny it
I'm flying thru on a plane
Breaking hearts like it change
Farther pushing the game
What’s ya aim
What a shame
He receiving all the hate and the shade
Oh what a pain
You better grip on some ammo and work your aim
I wouldn’t take him up on it unless you gain
They let you ruin your life and you die in vain
I guess it - I guess it’s pain
Then you Rest In Peace - paid your debt at least
Made yo bed in streets
What a beast
And then unleash
And then you creep
I don't wanna try to save her
But she got me laying here thinking
Then I'm probably swaying off the drink
Lemme think
At the brink
Let it swig
It's on my mind
Wrap his head
Like a wig
And blow that nigga motherfuckin' mind
When my ass in a retirement home
8 decades behind me and I'm still gettin paid
Gettin' laid like I'm vardy
Me and Cool got the slaps like we Laurel and Hardy
And now we bout to get retarded
IQ like a high school, gettin' into quarrels
I do like a groom do, fuck the bride 'til the night through
Quit talkin' bout that mouth - what that ass do?
If you ain't backin' it up, then I ain't sackin' it up
Bingo 8 o clock, walk my walker to the lounge
Bunch of pretty old ladies - they just waitin' around
Gertrude givin' looks, told her wait another round
Rude to leave without sayin' hello
To Ruth - the babe
With the dark chocolate
Pass her ass a lil' note cuz I'm tryna get my cock licked
I unload the cartridge, back of her throat - like my last name fuckin' Dwyer
I may be out a job, but this dick don't retire
Shut the door right behind me, my ass waddlin' out
When when my ass is wrinkled, I'm still wildin' out
Bring Gerty to the bathroom, and she ridinA
She writin down "the best" - I'm the Brady of the bunch
I'll be thirty five and still be shootin' shit with a fifty
And when I'm sixty two I'll still be bangin' bitches to Whitney
H town, gotta blast off - now I got the staff talkin'
Like I'm Gandalf, I just like the Grey
[Verse 2: Coolboii]
This got me actin like I cook it and I cut it and shit
No reaction I don’t pop it off in public and shit
And fuck a faction, only siding wit the Crook in the bitch
Every body else a phony, they hate to know me
But here we are the Corleones - the Ciprioni
They couldn’t try me
They try to lock me on the island
But I deny it
I'm flying thru on a plane
Breaking hearts like it change
Farther pushing the game
What’s ya aim
What a shame
He receiving all the hate and the shade
Oh what a pain
You better grip on some ammo and work your aim
I wouldn’t take him up on it unless you gain
They let you ruin your life and you die in vain
I guess it - I guess it’s pain
Then you Rest In Peace - paid your debt at least
Made yo bed in streets
What a beast
And then unleash
And then you creep
I don't wanna try to save her
But she got me laying here thinking
Then I'm probably swaying off the drink
Lemme think
At the brink
Let it swig
It's on my mind
Wrap his head
Like a wig
And blow that nigga motherfuckin' mind