CINCOHECHO - SUMMERTIME 111 BARS (Prod @Glebandit)
Channel: cincohecho
Date: 2020-08-03

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CINCOHECHO - SUMMERTIME 111 BARS (Prod @Glebandit)

Beat created/produced by @Glebandit, "Pull-Up (Instrumental)"  for free for profit use: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7uWAJKba8w
Lyrics Written/Composed/Rapped/Recorded/Engineered/Finalized/Promoted solely by @cincohecho


Lyrics: 

CINCOHECHO - SUMMERTIME 111 BARS
[FREE FOR PROFIT] Blanco Type Drill Beat 'Pull up' | Rap/Trap Instrumental 2020

-hook/chorus-
summer time when them flows shine 

tools you see, lil bitch, they all mine

whip clean and them vogues still shine 
 
who you know that flow that

take a picture so crisp, way cleaner than kodak -

-main-
bitch i wear a mask and it ain't cause of covid 

grimey ass flows from the gutta you ain't heard of it

4 door classic but it ain't no bucket

got the license so i ain't gone tuck it

double chrome waist, gold on the wrist home boy can't buck it

catch his ass 12 we a leave him in his bucket  

she a pure-bread she straight from Nantucket 

heard the leprechauns come out after sunset

who wanna go catch like 12 bodies

can't tolerate snitching we ain't up at Follies 

say you can't rap if you ain't catching bodies - end if 2 verse version

lame ass who gone talk if they catching bodies -

learned way back up at college never trust a jolly

seen one too many too up off that molly

that 2 seater a Biscayne 

she type inject perkocet and novacane 

methadone brain fried, been gone since 2010

your ruger security 9 only hold like 10 

and they jam like fuck, bet you ain't holding 10

sharpshooters in the den, foot soldiers in these streets and up in the pen

got sick flows for these 12 9's catch a breather form the pharyngeal pathway

they say I'm crazy bitch no way 

once saw a bopper catch a 4 broad day

ain't front shit, these streets rough, send you bitch about it, round it my way 

only retards use drums up with the k's 62 30 rounders b/we don't play 

that's 10 each, you do the math, it ain't shit how i feel about it, okay

what you hear it ain't coldplay, 3/4 the rest just too fake 

he 20 years old and got a taupe, girlfriend look like a prom date 

government cheese and taco shells bet your ass can't do this shit the hecho way


1:34
from Pittsburgh PA to Valdosta GA, got love from my migos they give me praise

you down for the long haul, we packed like the taj mahal 

never been to Atlanta, 

fresh packed beef got the shit from Alabama 

them night terrors end too soon

like a psych project from the fucking womb

you both share a bottle a wock, you both got 2 spoons

your bitch drink the piss, she a spittoon

catch a were' on these streets, its a full moon 

them projects ain't that far 

got a zip, that'll shoot to the fucking moon

5W LASER BEAMS IN MY FUCKING ROOM

get too close mutherfucker lose they leg like doom 

slice through that armor like pound cake, 

your last bitch got caught with that duck tape

might drop this new single on acetate 

fuck your new geseeepis like yo bitch they dead weight,

leave em on your body let em rot with that ass stank,

quarta pound of cinco pack smell like that ass dank, 

cash a check, hop on a flight, still on island time, believe me fuck boy this is not a rhyme