Bells lyrics

[Intro]
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[Chorus: 10kkev]
Can't stop at red lights in my city, it's too risky
An opp took a couple shots, but that n*gga ain't tipsy
So much fradulent equipment in my basement
Seen a raid van ride past, an hour later, it was vacant
Givenchy Polo with the zippable collar
Went to a college to sell pills, I was dressed up as a scholar
The white guys really get lit in New Orleans
They bought it all off me, that b*tch a pill dealer dream

[Verse 1: 10kkev]
Got approved for PayPal credit and I went splurgin'
You twenty-three years old, stay with your mama and you still a virgin
Boy, you honestly pathetic
I'm scammin' n*ggas with my fake counterfeit forum on Reddit
This dumb n*gga treat his b*tch like a trophy
While you at work, she be sittin' at my crib warm and cozy
My b*tch stay blockin' n*ggas' shots like a goalie
Beat on you and cut your limbs, I wanna see you die slowly

[Chorus: 10kkev]
Can't stop at red lights in my city, it's too risky
An opp took a couple shots, but that n*gga ain't tipsy
So much fradulent equipment in my basement
Seen a raid van ride past, an hour later, it was vacant
Givenchy Polo with the zippable collar
Went to a college to sell pills, I was dressed up as a scholar
The white guys really get lit in New Orleans
They bought it all off me, that b*tch a pill dealer dream
[Verse 2: Kasher Quon]
You spent all your money on Percs, you a f*ckin' fiend
I'm finna karo a n*gga juice with some Oil Sheen
Just got a fresh cut, now all I need is some Oil Sheen
Just f*cked this lil' b*tch at her house and broke her box springs
You just f*cked the b*tch at her house and stole her flat-screen
Now she callin' me so I can punch her a new flat-screen
It's 2019 and you still wearin' flat-screen earrings?
I don't feel like textin' so I'ma just say it to Siri
Had to just drop this lil' b*tch off 'cause she was gettin' eerie
I'm finna take my b*tch to the shop for a belly piercing
He tried to be tough outside and caught a belly shot
You ain't 'bout that life, lil' n*gga, you a pus*y pop
Got a bad b*tch in the room tryna get her pus*y popped
But she ain't even have an ass for real, it was Photoshopped
A n*gga robbed me and he got his house firebombed
This b*tch keep askin' me, "How you come up with the name Kasher Quon?"