Choked Up

[Intro]
Y-y-yo-young quill

[Chorus: KAMAARA]
Ayy
Pull back on the throttle
Bitch, I'm fucking [?] muhfucking bottle
Catch me slippin' through this city in a muhfucking [?]
Bitch in the back and she countin' up the lotto
Watch what you say motherfucka I know that [?] pockets speak summer
I'll splatter his brains up all over the bumper
And drag off the body while whippin' the Hummer
Why do these bitches keep grippin' my neck?
If you speakin' all business I leave you on read
She wantin' attention, she wantin' the head
And he's going to get it, he's just like the rest
Drinkin' this label my face feelin' numb
Beatin' his ass 'til his facе lookin' dumb
Came with the TEC, yeah, yo' boy bеtter run
Feet off the edge baby tell me to jump

[Verse: V.RI]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck a fake friend
Fuck a fake friend
Fuck a fake bitch
And I fuck a [?]
Yeah
My house, no head, no fucking pay rent
I make you choke when you fucking wasted
I’m on my best, even before I’m that shit
Hop in the Benz with that girl that I hit
[?] she be my bitch
Driving downtown just to see that new shit
Fuckin’ with me me I don’t take no shit
Fuckin’ with me I [?]
Peter Parker let her go
I might need to let her know
I am empty that’s on show
C.I.T. [?]
C.B.B.C in the mode
[?] that’s all I know
Can grow up and be the goat
Eat my Starburst and [?]
I gotta new [?]
I might stuff it in yo throat no [?]
I got stain white socks, [?]
[?] white rocks, no cops
I got black ripped jeans, [?]
No money, but no fees, my fist up
I got all white kicks with the tips up
I got all white kicks with the tips up

[Chorus: KAMAARA]
Ayy, pull back on the throttle
Bitch, I'm fucking [?] muhfucking bottle
Catch me slippin' through this city in a muhfucking [?]
Bitch in the back and she countin' up the lotto
Watch what you say motherfucka I know that [?] pockets speak [?]
I'll splatter his brains up all over the bumper
And drag off the body while whippin' the Hummer
Why do these bitches keep grippin' my neck
If you speakin' all business I leave you on read
She wantin' attention, she wantin' the head
And he's going to get it, he's just like the rest
Drinkin' this label my face feelin' numb
Beatin' his ass, 'til his face lookin' dumb
Came with the TEC, yeah, yo' boy better run
Feet off the edge baby tell me to jump