Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cousins, artist - King Von. Date of issue: 14.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cousins |
| I’m like fuck it, I ain’t ducking, if it’s war, it’s bustin' |
| You claim this shit but ain’t outside, boy, we on your cousin |
| Heard your OG just got married, boy, we on her husband |
| Hope you niggas brought your guns 'cause we brought a dozen |
| See, I be thirsty, I be lurking, I’m a savage with it |
| It’s levels to this drilling shit and I’m not average with it |
| I put my eyes on a nigga, then I’m bound to get him |
| I catch your ass up in that ocean, then you drownin' with him |
| Like fuck it, it’s bustin', one of my opps my cousin |
| I tell him stay up out the way, he with them opps, I’m uppin' |
| I’m uppin' then dumpin', that four-five get to bustin' |
| Now they get police rushin', rolled him up in a Creme Russian |
| Russian Creme, that’s what you mean, bitch, I put on for my team |
| Me and Von just popped a bean, ready for 'bout anything |
| Traffic in that track hall, run and get your ass caught |
| Don’t know what your ass thought, this fight gon' be your last fault |
| Glock-22, it hold a fifty and a thirty (Fifty shots) |
| They just took Four-Oh, it made me thirsty, ain’t no mercy |
| I don’t want no Xan', pop his ass like a Perky |
| Nina on his ass, bad bitch, she be twerkin' |
| I’m like fuck it, I ain’t ducking, if it’s war, it’s bustin' |
| You claim this shit but ain’t outside, boy, we on your cousin |
| Heard your OG just got married, boy, we on her husband |
| Hope you niggas brought your guns 'cause we brought a dozen |
| See, I be thirsty, I be lurking, I’m a savage with it |
| It’s levels to this drilling shit and I’m not average with it |
| I put my eyes on a nigga, then I’m bound to get him |
| I catch your ass up in that ocean, then you drownin' with him |
| See Von been coolin', doin' music, gettin' bands and shit |
| Gettin' high and gettin' fly with my Amiri pants and shit |
| I think that nigga think I’m sweet 'cause I got fans and shit |
| Body count like 24, boy, who you playin' with? |
| I see him tweetin' on the 'Gram but I ain’t sayin' shit |
| I’m outside his auntie crib, that’s who he stayin' with |
| I hope TeeTee went to work 'cause I be slayin' shit |
| Smokin' bitches and niggas, can’t tell the difference |
| Now here he go, I catch him comin' from the store |
| He lookin' down, he puttin' his keys up in his dope |
| Now he look up, but he too late, I’m at his throat |
| Auntie got home and it was brains up on the floor |
| I’m like fuck it, I ain’t ducking, if it’s war, it’s bustin' |
| You claim this shit but ain’t outside, boy, we on your cousin |
| Heard your OG just got married, boy, we on her husband |
| Hope you niggas brought your guns 'cause we brought a dozen |
| See, I be thirsty, I be lurking, I’m a savage with it |
| It’s levels to this drilling shit and I’m not average with it |
| I put my eyes on a nigga, then I’m bound to get him |
| I catch your ass up in that ocean, then you drownin' with him |