993 Witchouse 40k (Ft. Warlord Colossus)

[Intro]
Xietto
Soulker

[Verse 1: Witchouse 40k]
Run up with a curse and a hearse, put 'em on a shirt
Cock back, leave your body in the dirt
Hands in your pocket, and hands in your purse
I been robbin', Andromeda walkin' the earth
I ain't heal 'til I'm doublin' the turnout, bitch
You can hurt, we ain't ever gonna work out
Fuck a droptop, I be in the hearse when I swerve out
I'ma catch a body go to work, I'm from the south
Heard that you running your mouth
Bitch, I'ma spit in her mouth
Cutting the sound like I come with the scouts
Run with the pack like I run through your house
Flip me a brick and I smoke me an ounce
Of it, he lifting weights, pussy I'm liftin' pounds
I am the king, you can see on the crown
And my Glock got extensions leave shells in your gowns
I'ma get rich off the loud, ayy
I got a bitch from the crowd, ayy
Said that she wanted a subie ho
But she didn't have enough clout, yeah
I put a gun in your mouth, yeah
I'm in your walls like a mouse
I just got blood on Ksubis, ho
And I just got blood on my town
Marks on my wrist, I been feeling so worthless
I caught me a case and I think that it's worth it
Hunting for snakes got me lookin' for serpents
He building a bridge and I'm starting to burn it
I got a Pirat with tats on her throat
Open her coffin and spit on her bones
I want her heart but I'm takin' her soul away
Shawty gon' fuck me, she want her a ghost