Miracle Rot Ken (Ft. Young Nudy)

[Intro]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Rot Ken]
We eating blood like it's a chili bowl (Blood like it's a chili bowl), yeah
She keep asking what I'm trippin' for (Trippin' for)
Fuck that hoe, and kick her out, hope I wasn't trippin' though (Trippin' though)
Choppa foldin' in-and-out like it's an envelope

[Chorus: Rot Ken]
Bullets hitting in-and-out, I ain't kill 'em though (Kill 'em)
Lil Ken done made out that spot, that's a miracle (That's a miracle)
So, I treat 'em like a slut (Oh yeah), I don't feel 'em though (Feel 'em though)
Then them bullets wet 'еm up, I ain't need a coat (Coat)
Music for the streets, like what they fiеnding for?
Got bullets, need to clean 'em up
That's your bitch, you need to clean her up
Bullets chewing like a carnivore
Bitch, I ain't playing, you know you ain't staying, better go call you a ride (Go home)
I cut off my friend 'cause he took the stand but, we ain't gon' talk on him (Not him)

[Verse 2: Rot Ken]
They can't cross this side and no, you ain't cross my mind (At all)
Pouring up drink 'cause I do need somebody, ain't talking 'bout what you gon' do, better hide
Talking 'bout what you gon' do, better slide
Drugs came in, non-prescribed
Glock came in, on my side
She saw me and lost her mind