Coughin’

[Verse 1: TuMaggz]
I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot
All my Hellhounds down to scrap
We swing em hard with all we got

Riding
To the spot we wylin
Hit a motherfucking cop he dying
Hit a motherfuckers block while smiling
Took a son from his mother she crying
All of this shit ain’t tough talk
Everybody hates a nigga no Chris Rock
Everybody wanna see a nigga wrist locked up in some steel
I ain’t talking bout no wrist watch

Yeah that boy might kill his parents but he ain’t gon kill me
Met a foreign bitch from Paris she gon get on both knees
Got a fresh pack boy you smoking on that old tree
With yo dusty musty crusty ass boy you ain’t no OG

Whole game fucked
All you niggas got it criss cross
See you stunting on em
Why you rocking all the Ross drip
Smoking on that wood tip
Cheaper than a Cheese Nip
You be sucking dick
For a feature on some bullshit
Shooter with a full clip
Boy drop that pin
Got seven whole niggas like Sect finna send
Straps can stay back handle this like some men
But we know you a coward so we gon roll in

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot
All my Hellhounds down to scrap
We swing em hard with all we got

I don’t tell these pussies shit cuz
Pussies talk a lot
I won’t pass a pussy shit if smoking
Woods still makes him cough
Don’t step foot on Gladstone
We protect the spot like Camelot
All my Hellhounds down to scrap
We swing em hard with all we got

[Verse 2: Sect Unit]

We swing em hard with all we got
I knock a nigga out his socks
We pull up on him like we lightning leave his ass straight fuckin shocked, huh
Now he lookin at the sky, cause that bitch got fuckin dropped
Smokin good shit got me coughin
Put him in a coffin and leave him to die
Bitch nigga run up on me then he must got a death wish
Floppin around like a dyin fish
Rich nigga shit I’ll hit you with a fresh whip
Playin wit me and you dyin bitch
Prayin to not see god and shit
Sayin you just want out of it
And I’ll put you out yo misery
The last thing you’ll fuckin see is me
Wit a smirk on my face
I bet the shit that you said you wanna take back
That’s not how it work in this place
You just another fuckin homicide case
Homicide, suicide, genocide, I call that shit icin the cake
They say Sect you don’t got a fuckin heart
Then I got a organ to take
Then I got a organ to steal
Everything so fake to me so it ain’t hard to point out what’s real
I got bitches that pay for the bill
Them niggas go crazy yeah they go stupid when they be off of them pills
I put that pussy right in a coffin then I’m headed to the hills
Bitch