[Lyric] Care package (Pohcus)

(chorus: Pohcus)
Cocaine, bad bitch, she know I'm a savage
Kill 5 opps callin' in a care package
Fuckin' hoes and coppin' clothes this flexing is a habit
Vlone on my jacket, bitch we living lavish
(x4)
(verse 1: Chriad)
Fuck around spend these bands (yeah yeah)
Fuck around shoot your mans (yeah yeah)
I just made 100k (yeah yeah)
Cop a couple grams and smoke till I can't feel my hands (yeah yeah)
I feel like designer I got broads in Atlanta (ta)
I don't give a fuck
Imma spin your block up in a brand new tesla cybertruck
My opps steady out of luck I'm running on a killstreak
Blood up on the pavement, see your ass on Liveleak
(versе 2: Pohcus)
Click, click, click, take a picture with your bitch I hear thе
Flick, flick, flick, got a shooter tirador he never
Miss, miss, miss, got your bitch here with me she up on my
Dick, dick, dick, (ohh oh)
M8A1 I shoot in threes, choppa bless you like a sneeze
Shot his head wide open in slow motion that's a rest in peace
Hold him off the edge I'm seeing red he begging me like please
Make him drop onto his knees, then the triggers what I squeeze
Murder on my mind like Melly, if that boy talking deadly
I ain't gonna treat him friendly, keeping that glocky steady
Meeting God I hope he's ready, 100 racks we making plenty
5 kill streak I'm on a frenzy, we leaving him fuckin' empty
(chorus x2)