Casualty lyrics

[Intro]
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
(Jondior)

[Verse 1: Li Rye]
Spank sh*t for bronem that ain't here to step on opps with me
Uh, catch an eight in traffic, that's a casualty
I done dropped so many n*ggas in my city
Can't lie, this sh*t don't make no f*ckin' sense (It's Kosfinger, baby)
Teddy bears and balloons on every block when my n*ggas spin

[Verse 2: EBK Jaaybo]
Ayy, name a skit you did
sh*t get spunky, sometimes you might hit the innocent
Back against the wall, streets'll have you wonderin', "How I'm gon' get through this?"
First time I striped my cleats as an adolescent, Js I didn't miss
I keep Li Rye with me, bro shoot his blick more than he comb his hair
Yeah, I bend they block evеry time with fully, it ain't never fair (Yеah, yeah)
Don't think you wanna pull up to the Gs, demons over there
The malice he was showin' on a drill, they knew he didn't care, yeah

[Verse 3: Li Rye & EBK Jaaybo]
I wish I would've caught another body 'fore I cut the dreads
Lil' bro got him a button and went dummy like he special ed'
They was laughin' like sh*t funny 'til they brodie got found without a head
I don't like dissin' dead n*ggas 'less with my own eyes, I done seen him bled
Take my Percocets with lean, fiendin', reminiscin' 'bout Red
Intrusive thoughts inside my evil mind got me layin' sh*t to bed
Ain't never speak on my cases inside my cell, don't know which one of these n*ggas fed
Pillow talkin' what got him whacked (Yeah), now he can't take back what he said
[Verse 4: EBK Jaaybo & Li Rye]
Had to twist a n*gga cap off, then cut the twisties off
I bet I'll come eliminate the problem if I get involved
Can you tell me how my Glock came with a booty, but got di*k and balls?
Ayy, Rye, this b*tch sound like, "Grrah, grrat, boom" when I be gettin' off
Got rapper bags, so I can crash the foreign whip, then buy another
Bro love his b*tch, so if she cheat, you know Li Rye step on her brother
That been my n*gga since a kid, he f*ck with suckers, so it's f*ck him
Spend racks on oversized designer, the biggest sticks could fit up under, n*gga
That body ain't a reputable, then I don't want it, n*gga
Bent around the corner like seven times before I smoked the n*gga, yeah
Mr. FlyK, since '17, I been on them n*ggas
Ayy, mob, quit it with the games before I send a blitz
And send another one, I'm with the stupid sh*t
The judge tryna bang him 'cause on a drill, he show ruthlessness
Spinned they block like a hula hoop with my hooligans
Yeah, yeah, we get the drop, like a U-Haul, we movin' in

[Verse 5: Li Rye & EBK Jaaybo]
Stop the car, I see a n*gga twitch, I'm finna shoot again
Opp party, so many f*ckin' targets, I don't know who to end
Demon seed, n*ggas talkin' 'bout stop the violence, who the f*ck let Buddha in?
DOA, them n*ggas died on arrival, ain't get the chance to spin
We'll come through the North all day, we tryna stamp some sh*t
This South ho droppin' the set, I'm tryna stamp the b*tch
Yeah, yeah, don't need a campfire and a s'more, I'm campin' at his crib
Yeah, I got Wocky in my cup, but this fully sleep a n*gga like some Actavis
I seen a sucker out, that n*gga ran again
Catch him at his house, then park his lo' while he backin' in
Got sleazy when they caught him at the store, tagged him and his friend
Wanted his life in my possession for some time, I'm mad it didn't end
Got shot by one of the bros, tryna send a ho gon' get you smacked again
Popped a homie, he ain't see it comin', that's how you do the skit
Ran out on him, now he use a bag, ain't got to send to sh*t
You never did a drill (Yeah, yeah), I can show you how to do this sh*t
Them shots f*cked up his stomach, so a bag is what he dookie in
Got the paramedics talkin' 'bout, "We're losin' him"
That chop' f*cked up his face, can't tell who he is, they confusin' him
Last week, I had a dream, the Percs called and said I'm abusin' them
Fresh out the shop, no less than three days, this b*tch hot as f*ck, I need a coolant kit
[Verse 6: EBK Jaaybo & Li Rye]
Aight, yeah
Mix J. Jonah with the Black, that's real zaza
Mixin' Keith with G5, give me Bruce Lee eyes
Can't tell you details 'bout that skit, just know that he died (Huh?)
Too late for paramedics, them Dracos leave n*ggas deep-fried
Ain't start actin' like this yesterday, I been this way since I was knee-high
Get stingy when I'm on them skits like, "Brother, he's mine"

[Outro]
(It's Kosfinger, baby)