WOUNDED/RANSOM lyrics

[Intro]
Pasca

[Verse 1: 83HADES]
I do not pretend, unlike you, I'm not a cupcake
Serve 'em yayo, little b*tch, but it's [?]
He done got away f*ckin' killers, that's another day
That boy is a pus*y, swear I'm cookin' him 100 ways
All these rappers fake, uh
b*tch, I been an ape, uh
Pistol like to rage, uh
Throw 'em in a lake, uh
Free my motherf*ckin' brother, [?] the cage, uh
There's no pump fake, uh
Make yo' b*tch choke, uh
Then that b*tch throw up
Now we sneakin' through his house, gonna tip toe, uh
I just sent a bullet hole through his livin' room, uh
All these b*tches f*ckin' hatеrs, why they show no love?
All thesе rappers f*ckin' pus*y, why they tote no guns?
If you come into my area, I'ma f*ckin' show you somethin'
Lil' b*tch, I'm with that juggin', cameras rollin' with no caution
And I'm only down to f*ckin' if you cleanin' [?] scrubin'
I won't [?]
First, I had that b*tch [?], now I told that b*tch to "Suck it"
I'ma hit it for the one time then I gotta f*ckin' dump it
If you think I won't retaliate, then you make false assumptions
[?] for yo' friends, we all know that you's a nothin'
I'ma walk up and I press 'em, I might pull out the Smith and Wesson
He don't want it with my weapon, it just seems like he is textin'
[Bridge]
The Crimson chin?

[Verse 2: KILLSOLOMON]
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