Hurtin lyrics
by 03 Greedo
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
[?] perc, 'cause my trunk hurtin
I put two drugs in my Maybach [?] currten
I'm staying sober, my chauffeur seem like he drunk swerving
They call my circle drummer gang, like we be gun serving
We serving bass, all of us bang [?] don't know 'bout no murders
Too rich for beef, b*tch, that's on [?] I don't eat no burgers
I'm in my bag, but your lil b*tch, she won't get no Birkan
She looking for some [?], but I'm gon' leave her troat hurten
[Verse 1: 03 Greedo]
It ain't no T's in here, I'm Grape, ain't no [?] in here
I had to get back on that rap, it ain't no singing here
She say I'm teasing [?] this whip ain't got no keys in here
And she just wanna ridе that b*tch, [?] some cheese in herе
A.P. pay for itself, 200 K on the necklace, n*gga
I ain't even [?] I'm still riding here wreckless, n*gga
Southern Cali, I'm God
I start getting high when I'm in Texas, n*gga
Hell na, we can't talk sh*t, y'all stop arguing in my texts, n*gga
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
[?] perc, 'cause my trunk hurtin
I put two drugs in my Maybach [?] currten
I'm staying sober, my chauffeur seem like he drunk swerving
They call my circle drummer gang, like we be gun serving
We serving bass, all of us bang [?] don't know 'bout no murders
Too rich for beef, b*tch, that's on [?] I don't eat no burgers
I'm in my bag, but your lil b*tch, she won't get no Birkan
She looking for some [?], but I'm gon' leave her troat hurten
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
[?] show they hand, them boys done fold again
Came through poles in hand, b*tch, we gon' win, we up that score again
I take percasets, and I sip mud til I can't pour again
Sino steppers, [?] Detroit look like Death Ro again
I got [?] wrist freeze, [?] see I'm lit
sh*t too easy, take his work [?]
She pop a bar to eat my di*k
I [?] ho n*ggas, my opps done turned to [?]
We got rich, I up glizzys, it got switch
Hit his dreads, and he got [?]
n*gga
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
[?] perc, 'cause my trunk hurtin
I put two drugs in my Maybach [?] currten
I'm staying sober, my chauffeur seem like he drunk swerving
They call my circle drummer gang, like we be gun serving
We serving bass, all of us bang [?] don't know 'bout no murders
Too rich for beef, b*tch, that's on [?] I don't eat no burgers
I'm in my bag, but your lil b*tch, she won't get no Birkan
She looking for some [?], but I'm gon' leave her troat hurten