Shoot that boy up in the head and he crossed eyed
He had no vision but now he see both sides
Servin the block with a suit and a bow tie
Built for this shit b**h i dont need a cosign
Ride in the whip with a blick if he talkin that shit then he gone
He missin With no sign blood in my cup and its filled to the brim
With the AK i line em Up shouting out showtime
Ate me a devil fruit i feel like luffy
Stretching my money she throw me that p**y
Dont f**k with no snakes but i copped me some gucci
Related to savages like young nudy
Got like 3 bitches cant fit in a two seat
Got me a glock and im doing the toosie (slide)
B**H
THIS THE CLIQUE
I LIKE ALL MY WRISTS SLIT
I LIKE ALL MY BITCHES THICK
I HIT THEY WALK WITH A LIMP
UH UH
Tellin he poppin but know his cd be floppin
I know his shawty be slobbing on my d**k
He thought that we’re gonna 1 on 1 im pullin up with the stick
Super smash, im fast, i'm feelin it, adrenaline, red, my head, i'm killing this
Side beams, eye beams, red beams, night screams, b**h you gonna feel my fucking wrath if u smite me
Like wooooo i think that i might just lose control, drank some kerosene i might explode
25 shooters in the fold, 25 shooters in the fold
He thought that my choppa was gay how it came out the closet
And I ain’t tryna talk to a p**y a n**a if it ain’t bout that money or profit
I just slide down the block with a stick on my side with my niggas to make a deposit
All my niggas be with it we don’t do the talking and sure as hell don’t do the gossip
P**y boy running like Tay K
Up the glock make him do the Nae Nae
How you talking that shit when you got a pistol my n**a and I got a AK
Run up on me you dying in broad day
Bring your homies they dying the same way
And i'm airing the block with a AR-15 got the whole set screaming Mayday
He don’t want the smoke we gon run in your house
The chop on my hip put the blick in his mouth
I catch you in public, I’m clicking, I’m clicking, I’m clicking, until I give that boy some clout
Choppa make him sad, make that lil boy pout
And I got some shooters came up from the south
Once you get 3 strikes then your out
I know whatchu rap you aint about
Aye shoota gonna make up some clout
AyeChoppa on me gone make u pout
Beating em up baby chris brown
Kick him out the crib and then i say bye bye
He watching my moves just like it was sci-fi
Smoking his pack shout out to lil —
Pocket on me
Yea it sound like
She finna eat me like some
I'm burning up like a heater in december
Boy wanna talk but that boy will get dismembered
Pull up on him and I shoot where he remember
Walk in this b**h and I pull up with my members
Walk in this b**h with a blade he getting severed
Empty the clip I'm in love with squeezin levers
I can't love a b**h cause I know she think she clever
Full metal jacket it's raining check the weather
It's a warning grab my glock
If you walk in this b**h then you finna get shot
Got a b**h at the crib an she givin me top
And the p**y so wet it get hit with a mop
I cut up the beat like a f**n vasectomy
I got a b**h in the crib and she testing me
She doin her job cause the b**h keep on neckin me
I came in this b**h with the light but no destiny
All my niggas widit
Yo girl gimme lip she fitted
Her dome on my d**k
And like a fitted hat she did it
She gon suck and kiss it
VSS like p**y dripping
Dominican misses
With the choppa leave you missing
Better keep up me baby I’m going fast
And then I’m slow
I’m a bastard you a hoe
Come unfasten on my bone
I don’t wanna spend my pennies
On Henny but I be drinking plenty
Twenty times I f**d a b**h
Using the same lines when I’m drunk
