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Moving The Kilos III (Cashing Out)
You got me G, and thanks for the tip
Yeah, I’ve heard this nigga be talking cash shit
I know where his ass be head up, it’s time for me to send this bitch
Be careful this fuck wears many disguises
You can fuck his bitch, just give me the lye
I thought he was your boy
What, just a substitute when I don’t want to play with expensive toys
A booster listed on my speed dial, when I need some loose cash
Got his money, his hard dick, and then sold him some nose trash
Wait, we got the dope and the money
Naw it’s about a fuck not paying homage to this butter rum honey
You got the grenades, let’s ATM his ass
The last bitch in high heels, won’t be his feet, after this last task
Why don’t you let a nigga handle this
Naw I got this, this is some easy shit
I won’t have to flash him my clit
Suck on his flaccid dick
Or let him nutt all up in my wet slit
You are one ruthless bitch
With the feline grace of a kitty cat, yet, will take out a snitch
Mean streets mastered, and my shit is still legit
You know how we we cash out a nigga East Coast style
Put his ass six feet under, he’ll still be asking the maggots why
Motherfucker you ready to do this shit with me
All bets are off, this ain’t about no tease
You have messed with the wrong dick sucker
Watch your back, if not, I got friends in high places, moving dope and bodies like a conductor
There that punk ass nigga go
As usual, with some dead beat broke looking hoe
Do his ass, put his mouth out commission
Yeah, you right, he was the one came to my pond lip talking and fishing
Pop Pop, and just like that
Look at the motherfucker now bleeding on his back
This is personal, so let me get a closer look
Oh, you thought you were the shit, now you squirming on my hook
Not stepping to me correct
Showing me and my crew disrespect
Chest all swollen, yet, how my stilettoes feel crushing your neck
Talking shit and feeling yourself
In the throne under my hollow points talk bitch, you between life and death
Bae shoot that punk ass nigga, and let’s bounce
But before we do, take all this motherfucker’s money and his ounces
And such a sad shame, I liked you, for your G game
Tell the Devil I said hello bitch, in hell, just remember my name
Pop Pop
Yeah, I’ve heard this nigga be talking cash shit
I know where his ass be head up, it’s time for me to send this bitch
Be careful this fuck wears many disguises
You can fuck his bitch, just give me the lye
I thought he was your boy
What, just a substitute when I don’t want to play with expensive toys
A booster listed on my speed dial, when I need some loose cash
Got his money, his hard dick, and then sold him some nose trash
Wait, we got the dope and the money
Naw it’s about a fuck not paying homage to this butter rum honey
You got the grenades, let’s ATM his ass
The last bitch in high heels, won’t be his feet, after this last task
Why don’t you let a nigga handle this
Naw I got this, this is some easy shit
I won’t have to flash him my clit
Suck on his flaccid dick
Or let him nutt all up in my wet slit
You are one ruthless bitch
With the feline grace of a kitty cat, yet, will take out a snitch
Mean streets mastered, and my shit is still legit
You know how we we cash out a nigga East Coast style
Put his ass six feet under, he’ll still be asking the maggots why
Motherfucker you ready to do this shit with me
All bets are off, this ain’t about no tease
You have messed with the wrong dick sucker
Watch your back, if not, I got friends in high places, moving dope and bodies like a conductor
There that punk ass nigga go
As usual, with some dead beat broke looking hoe
Do his ass, put his mouth out commission
Yeah, you right, he was the one came to my pond lip talking and fishing
Pop Pop, and just like that
Look at the motherfucker now bleeding on his back
This is personal, so let me get a closer look
Oh, you thought you were the shit, now you squirming on my hook
Not stepping to me correct
Showing me and my crew disrespect
Chest all swollen, yet, how my stilettoes feel crushing your neck
Talking shit and feeling yourself
In the throne under my hollow points talk bitch, you between life and death
Bae shoot that punk ass nigga, and let’s bounce
But before we do, take all this motherfucker’s money and his ounces
And such a sad shame, I liked you, for your G game
Tell the Devil I said hello bitch, in hell, just remember my name
Pop Pop
Published 28th Jul 2019
Author's Note
Now as far as the organization selling drugs, no. Individuals selling drugs is something else.
Chuck Zito
Chuck Zito
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Anonymous
28th Jul 2019 4:47pm
Intense piece! A good read!
p.s. (I realize how the word is used, what it means, the context etc., but I hate the "N" word...even when it is used within black circles... though It IS an effective device in your piece.)
p.s. (I realize how the word is used, what it means, the context etc., but I hate the "N" word...even when it is used within black circles... though It IS an effective device in your piece.)
28th Jul 2019 7:37pm
Aww.. and thank you for allowing and understanding this particular piece in such a gritty, yet realistic format as I illuminating my story, and mystified the banter in all its raw element; as far a the N word, I have much respect not to use it in a derogatory element, but to only add emphasis to the dialogue in general, you rock handsome one, and truly thank you for reading and commenting, enjoy the rest of your day
28th Jul 2019 5:25pm
28th Jul 2019 7:41pm
Then step up and take a bat at it, be bold, be bodacious, be the master of your pen, do take a chance to give the reader the element if your long awaited fate, pen it to paper and allow it to breathe, rip it, and thank you for reading and then commenting I truly hope I have encouraged you whichever way your want your beautiful pen to flow. Enjoy your evening as well
