Untitled (Remix) x Lyrics: (Remix) (Mashup)

[Intro – whispered with silenced gun & gag FX] Brrrap… drip-drip from his goosebone throat She don’t carry — she hide it, chrome in coat Pop dat b!tch and fukk his ghost, we shoot for you Püssy loaded… Punani Gang slide through [Verse 1 – slow, grimy build] She got a 9 in the nani — tucked in flesh Slide up in her wrong? That’s yo last breath I rode dat corpse in a Gucci robe, Püssy tight round a decomposed load. Goose head cracked—my thighs stayed clenched, He moaned “ooh damn” — then saw the light, drenched Glass pipe lit with a holy squ!rt, One squeeze — she bust on beat, make the dirt flirt Fukk yo flock—we fukked ‘em dead, Goose Gang dead at her f**kin’ feet instead Clip on my hip, squirt-script from the tip No holster, no belt — that’s drip [Hook – hard chant, half Song A / half Song B] Shout out to French, we shoot for you Püssy go pop, no cock in view Fukk dat goose! (pop-pop), dig him up! (splat-splat) Punani don’t fl!rt — we dommy raw, that’s that Clip in deep and the aim stay true We ride yo bones through the fukkin’ law too Click-clack-blow, no hands in sight Best punani on Earth, send a goose to the light [Verse 2 – manic trade-off] Silencer built in walls of sin Slide in once, then you never again Skull on my dresser, wings in my bra, Cl!t hit hard like a goose-god claw. Coochie got chrome, that barrel’s tight Coochie cursed, it don’t forgive on sight I rub my lips on his rigor d!ck, Then pluck his eyes with a tongue-click trick. Designer thong with a full mag clip Push it in deep, then let it rip I spit in his mouth, he coughs out grace, Dead but hard, in a pillowcase. Goose gang? Nah, just b!tch-made meat— She kill in heels — then ride the backseat No prints left, just juices and chrome We smoke they love, then send ‘em back home [Bridge – eerie French echo + group whisper] Elle tire pour toi… he said “I’m gone” — I said “not yet” Shout out to French… my sheets got wet Pas de mains… juste des morts… My girls in robes, toys all flame on the floor Elle tire pour toi… chant his name in the dark Punani Gang mark goose souls with a spark [Final Drop – line-by-line blend] Püssy go pop, no sermon, no trust We don’t cry — we fukk the shell, then dust Say “bonjour” — then send you to dusk She nut on your name and turn you to dust Goose in the bed, now goose is through Pop that flock then sing in hell too Necro-b!tches with chrome in bed She f**ked him once, then shot the crew dead [Final Hook – explosive chant] Shout out to French, we shoot for you Fukk dat goose! (pop-pop) crew dead too Püssy go boom with a point of view Punani Gang — where love stay dead, but we still come through