Gertrude

[Verse 1: Khris P] Yo, We taking sips of the devil's piss, twisting up angel's breath Breathing counters of cotton mouth, cop oxy's and slang again so there it is I fuck broads and large broads in backyards of allstars Definition of Khris P Listen to Ice Cube and spitting the Ice T Mixed it with light fuel now I'm premium gasoline 93 - I'm whipping it wicked so what's the business? Big body beeping at bitches cause I can't whistle You heard it from a distance on how I dis em and ditch em Allying a dame, no games, treat her tricking I'm tipping and sipping on lean till my life turns tip And I'm flipping and sticking these bitches till it shrivel up my dick It a'int big, but bitches say I work it like a boss Bought me a choice of chains coordinating when I floss Now my neck on nectarine for a stone cold summer 3:16 skully on, Bitch I'm stone cold stunting [Hook] x2 What up Gertrude? I know you heard the news Them boys back in town, Mother fuck them county blues Them boys back in town, Mother fuck them county blues Them boys back in town, Mother fuck them county blues [Verse 2: EvergreenOne] Aye, Yo, I murdered out my whip the color of y'all Nutella Cutting up and a down the block, Suicide bomb Coachella Get the fuck back I touch stacks crushin' my suit wellin' Mobbing 30 fucking deep and I'm always Rooting For the villain Yeah i ride with Ugly Mob and a hillbilly name Billybob Billy Club a city cop cause that's the fucking shit we on Please don't take my photo, cause I'm really antisocial I hate the fucking popo's when I'm ridding dirty, bucking through your streets, bitch Monster on the beat, goon, goblin, i'mma creep Punch you in the teeth, got the burner up yelling fuck peace Its ILLFIGHTYOU stick the blade up inside you Provide you with real life nightmares for y'all to pray to I blaze through burn bridges, break booze bottles Burn stolen rubber on that brand new motorcycle Hold the rifle tight like I'm rolling blunts so watch your head ILLFIGHTYOU is the name and I'm sending you lames death threats [Hook] [Verse 3: Ugly Frank] Aye, yo, I keep that 40 on me hardly catch me slipping dog I speak in oragami when that mollly got me twisted Probably caught me whispring at your bitch and now she missing Its that nigga pistol packed backpack witcha Mad black whip him with that black gat lift him up beat hard so that off ripping through his back pack nigga So cold that I can call in all your bitches know how the fuck you feel me I can hardly fucking feel myself I keep waking up to bitches that I barely know and Harvey told me "Nigga, it's no tricking if they barely hoes" Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, murder, money. I coughed the whip and dawg your bitch is going insure for me Party in and [?] spilled it on the bitches army boots and turtle necks my clique about the business woah Dope trouble through my hood coke smuggle throwback hustle you know that Young'em in the struggle was raw I'm so rough around the edges you ain't fucking with me Under a buck and 50 brutalize your fucking city City slick a nigga off then on a come up tumble through your pockets make yo mama do the nun-chuck Chucky Norris give up his department when i run up Run up in your castle make your goddess give the cunt up Runner up some fucking ho was on my nuts i lift my balls and you can hardly pick your tounge up aye look [Hook]