All right.
I know.
Excuse us.
We gon' make em drop dead rounds left, put that shit in your head
Claiming you a gangsta when we know that you a fag.
Talking to little girls on Snapchat.
My boy, you is a bread.
I said, fuck, fuck, fuck.
We gon' make them drop dead.
Honey, I will put that shit in your head.
Claiming you a decent win.
You know that you a fag, talking to little girls on Snapchat My boy, you is a friend, but right about sex Fuck is you talking about?
They ain't little niggas, so keep my name on your mouth.
Getting hardcore, get my egos.
This is how you doing, how you put your variety, bitch.
I'm well under
But it's not, and you know that shit, she took your heart and bone it She like, ha ha ha, I'm laughing to the bank when your ass broke She was real, but you told her every night, even though it's 7-9-9
You can't ever come out with six.
Put that shit in your head, claiming you're a gangster when we know that you're a fag Talking to little girls on Snapchat, my
Boy, you was a friend.
I said, fuck, bro.
They gon' make him drop dead.
On your own foot.
Claiming you are gay still when we know that you're a fag.
Talking little about the Snapchat.
My boy, you is a...
Have I seen her?
We gon' make them drop
We know that you are fed.
Talking to little girls on Snapchat.
Boy, you was a friend.
I said, fuck.
We gon' make him drop.
