Lyrics This Thing of Ours - Chetta

This Thing of Ours

Feel just like the mob
Say hello to your new don
Got a soulja underarm
Keep that on, dont be alarmed
That lil ginzo going hard, That lil benzo get destroyed
I need 2 i feel annoyed
Take me off i feel deployed
Flicking ashes off my torch, Pour my lean in tidal waves
Giving light they throwin shade up in the way its time for change
Cut my palm and take my name
Cut u off and take the blame
Let the blood drip down the blade I swear on mine won’t say a thing Who really
really wanna live like this
Who really really be bout that shit
Bout that shit, im bout that shit
2 pull ups like a horror flick
Horrific i leave the scene
Mask with a double clip aim the beam
They hatin me, won’t say a thing I pull just like emergency
Pop a pill im percules
Overdosed my triple beam
Got too much work and too much schemes
Wish death on me I haunt their dreams
Rest on me I wake they sleep
Vest on me dont feel relief
That tech in me, i lean like pisa
Bullet shells on cymbeline