Pohcus – Care package

Pohcus – Care package Lyrics

Artist: Pohcus
Song: Care package

Cocaine, bad b#tch, she know I’m a savage
Kill 5 opps callin’ in a care package
f#ckin’ hoes and coppin’ clothes this flexing is a habit
Vlone on my jacket, b#tch we living lavish

(x4)
(verse 1: Chriad)
f#ck around spend these bands (yeah yeah)
f#ck 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 f#ck

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 #ss on Liveleak
Click, click, click, take a picture with your b#tch I hear thе

Flick, flick, flick, got a shooter tirador he never
Miss, miss, miss, got your b#tch 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 f#ckin’ empty
(chorus x2)
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From the album:
Versatile 3 [Explicit]
Release Year: 2019