Mort Goldman Lyrics

Depart from the bitch but I ain't feeling partial

I probably kill my old bitch like i'm Marshall

Cousin he whipping the shit until it sparkle

Dick in her throat then I make the bitch gargle

Og he slick with the scope he will stomp you

Cousin still flipping the dope he a monster

Shorty still sniffing the coke like it calms her

Fixing and pitching the pope is a rockstar

Old man av off the leash put a hole in a cop car

Tsvfog fuck a bitch until I'm not hard

Ya'll niggas still snitching cousin in the kitchen and he never got caught

Semi automatic ripping better get to dipping clipping until your top lost

Skrt on a bitch but I ain't feeling scary i had to leave my old bitch in a hurry

Cousin he making it snow like a flurry old man he counting up racks he ain't worried

Girl I just left my old bitch i ain't married

Cousin he flipping the bricks when it's early

Left my old bitch and that bitch ain't deserve me

Cross on it's lit and that bitch getting carried