I ain't worried about no gunshot.
I'm trying to kill a pussy nigga with a gunshot.
I mask up when my mama say the fun's out.
I've been buying chrome heart, but my heart cold.
Giving niggas prices like a barcode.
Serving coke head, but my cup dirty spite.
A nigga tried me and now I'm fighting for my life.
I cut a shootin' charge, I chill with superstars Pop me a nigga, I ain't poppin' no bars I got so many bags, I gotta park in the garage I probably did more dirt than your whole entourage I do designer drugs till my feelings numb
When they cross the nigga, I was feeling done.
I seen death in my nurse bag.
Warrant for arrest.
Why you telling what you saw?
talking to the lost.
You was getting money, you was selling fentanyl.
How you get jam, couldn't take your lick.
I turn myself in, it ain't shit to take a peek.
Shit it all, now they pissed off.
Heavy getting fat, he a big boss.
I'm about to blow up like a landmine.
You ain't gotta hold my gun, bitch, I'm sprayin' mine Uh-huh, bitch, I'm livin' like that
Put it in the boat or whip it like that.
Locked up with my nigga Wilson and Kite's back.
Wild niggas throw you, you ain't even fight back.
You ain't shit without that gun, huh?
You ain't really meanin', it was fun, huh?
I kick the dough, now my feet swole.
I'm goin' Marshawn Lynch, nigga, beast mode.
