Kazzy Chase - Gone Cunch Lyrics

They left a nigga to die
But, surprise
I still got bodies to buy
Still got a story to write
Still had to cook up and and walk it to niggas at home on the floor with a pipe
You wasn't there
You was here for the hype
See'em again and I'm airin' it twice
Fuck that
I was in the Budgets
On budget
Made one trip in a van
Came back like Munchie
Guns from Russia
Plug still Turkish
See a opp, might get merky
Don't get nervous
Take a man out where it's no phone service
Leave man there, forget on purpose
Bet you never see a nigga 'round me lurkin'
Again
Pree me, not no TV
I need CVV's and breeshy
Yes
DDMG piece on me, no CZ
Shit might freeze my chest
Shit I smoke like Jesus breath
Duppy the opps then eat the rest
Line up my city from least to best
And I'll kweff, kweff, kweff, kweff, kweff
Huh
Damn
And yeah, I gone cunch but I'll be back soon
Bet the wheels touch down 'pon runway, shit go boom
Yeah? That's your bitch
But that's mine, too
And this shit feel like 992
When you say you on bits, nigga, that's on who?
Not them
They do not vouch
I seen these niggas true colors
One day, I just might get to airin'em out
Bring all your mans and they'll carry you out
Blood on the floor from somewhere in your mouth
Next time we talkin' somewhere in your house
Damn, wait
You fuck me up over there & I'll stick you in a hole in the fuckin' desert
Still a man'll try sneak me
They do prayer hands in they GC
I do pray with man in dashiki
Might lose half a soul when you deep me
Huh
I don't trust no one at all
That's why that nigga went missin'
That shit was only a call
Huh
Damn
And yeah, I gone cunch but I'll be back soon
Bet the wheels touch down 'pon runway, shit go boom
Yeah? That's your bitch
But that's mine, too
And this shit feel like 992
When you say you do dirt, nigga, that's on who?
Not your friends
That's not gang shit
That's not ends
I'm top boy, oi, move like Gem
from me, my ones just try get blem
Them times man try hit man for scams, nah
I need the money like landlord
That's prop money, not bands, dawg
You need help, I'm the man they call
With a record that's undefeated
Can't beat this
Creepin
Made like 50 then freaked it
Ugh
Send for me, might be tweakin'
Ugh
9-0, you ain't pree'd it?
Ugh
Trust me, the ting get backed like Brucky
Corn in it, that's unlucky
I did a drill, went country
Might come back with a phone still bunky
Look
Dam
And yeah, I gone cunch but I'll be back soon
Bet the wheels touch down 'pon runway, shit go boom
And that's your bitch
But that's mine, too
And this shit feel like 9 9 2
When you say you do dirt, nigga, that's on who?
That's on green
I need souls
Nigga, that's on me
Brand new dip
Nigga, that's on me
Brand new bitch
Nigga, that's on me
That's on me, huh
Yeah
That's on me, that's on me
Yeah
And yeah, I gone cunch but I'll be back soon
Bet the wheels touch down 'pon runway, shit go boom
Yeah that's your bitch
But that's mine, too
And this shit feel like 992
When you say you on bits, nigga, that's on who?
That's on who?
That's on me
Damn
Wiley laugh

They left a nigga to die
But, surprise
I still got bodies to buy
Still got a story to write
Still had to cook up and and walk it to niggas at home on the floor with a pipe
You wasn't there
You was here for the hype
See'em again and I'm airin' it twice
Fuck that
I was in the Budgets
On budget
Made one trip in a van
Came back like Munchie
Guns from Russia
Plug still Turkish
See a opp, might get merky
Don't get nervous
Take a man out where it's no phone service
Leave man there, forget on purpose
Bet you never see a nigga 'round me lurkin'
Again
Pree me, not no TV
I need CVV's and breeshy
Yes
DDMG piece on me, no CZ
Shit might freeze my chest
Shit I smoke like Jesus breath
Duppy the opps then eat the rest
Line up my city from least to best
And I'll kweff, kweff, kweff, kweff, kweff
Huh
Damn
And yeah, I gone cunch but I'll be back soon
Bet the wheels touch down 'pon runway, shit go boom
Yeah? That's your bitch
But that's mine, too
And this shit feel like 992
When you say you on bits, nigga, that's on who?
Not them
They do not vouch
I seen these niggas true colors
One day, I just might get to airin'em out
Bring all your mans and they'll carry you out
Blood on the floor from somewhere in your mouth
Next time we talkin' somewhere in your house
Damn, wait
You fuck me up over there & I'll stick you in a hole in the fuckin' desert
Still a man'll try sneak me
They do prayer hands in they GC
I do pray with man in dashiki
Might lose half a soul when you deep me
Huh
I don't trust no one at all
That's why that nigga went missin'
That shit was only a call
Huh
Damn
And yeah, I gone cunch but I'll be back soon
Bet the wheels touch down 'pon runway, shit go boom
Yeah? That's your bitch
But that's mine, too
And this shit feel like 992
When you say you do dirt, nigga, that's on who?
Not your friends
That's not gang shit
That's not ends
I'm top boy, oi, move like Gem
from me, my ones just try get blem
Them times man try hit man for scams, nah
I need the money like landlord
That's prop money, not bands, dawg
You need help, I'm the man they call
With a record that's undefeated
Can't beat this
Creepin
Made like 50 then freaked it
Ugh
Send for me, might be tweakin'
Ugh
9-0, you ain't pree'd it?
Ugh
Trust me, the ting get backed like Brucky
Corn in it, that's unlucky
I did a drill, went country
Might come back with a phone still bunky
Look
Dam
And yeah, I gone cunch but I'll be back soon
Bet the wheels touch down 'pon runway, shit go boom
And that's your bitch
But that's mine, too
And this shit feel like 9 9 2
When you say you do dirt, nigga, that's on who?
That's on green
I need souls
Nigga, that's on me
Brand new dip
Nigga, that's on me
Brand new bitch
Nigga, that's on me
That's on me, huh
Yeah
That's on me, that's on me
Yeah
And yeah, I gone cunch but I'll be back soon
Bet the wheels touch down 'pon runway, shit go boom
Yeah that's your bitch
But that's mine, too
And this shit feel like 992
When you say you on bits, nigga, that's on who?
That's on who?
That's on me
Damn
Wiley laugh