Cognitive Dissonance, Trevi's notes, WladoZ, FARKHAT Counterfeiters

CD on da trap

Ya this bitches drop them ya
Ya this bitches drop them ya
I’ve been seeping seeping drug
It’s my life my dirty track

Getting stupid ya like pig ya
Putting bullet ya in ur dick ya
Creeping in the shadows - shift click ya
My face is so handsome - make sick ya

I can kill bitches with da knife ya
Who is dead check your fucking wife ya
I don’t care what to do - crime ya
How much do you robe - every time ya

Another one bitch in my bed ya
My cum on her face - so bad ya
This bitch is not killed - so sad ya
niggas bleed blood so red ya

Even sun dies i will be all right
I don`t give a fuck cus i'm a satellite
Even i`m alone i will never stop the fight
Cover me you bitches and you someday see the light

Break your fucking leg
Who I wanna be, I`ll never come back
My head is fucking mess
Who I wanna be, sorry i dont even guess

Stop breathe
I dont realize why we've done your belief
Are you fucked up or you need some sleep
Either way your useless mission is complete

Everybody shout that they wanna be the richest
And I never understand that sucking floppy bitches
With my gang, with rules, with my dick, with my shoes
With my mics, with my goals, with my strength, you will lose

Everyday keeping white whores in a bank
Feeling so secure in my gold hoody gang
Warping every time you have nothing back to say
All you bros faggots that I say they are gay

Too many white roads on the table for today
Money gain bitch money money gain bitch
Fucking dull time outside it’s a fucking game
Money gain bitch money money game bitch

Three and four
I broke your legs, you Lay on the floor
Five and six
I fucked your girl, have no pics
Thinking no more, enjoying her tits


Everybody shout that they wanna be the richest
And I never understand that sucking floppy bitches
With my gang, with rules, with my dick, with my shoes
With my mics, with my goals, with my strength, you will lose