Christy.

Hey, hey, hey.

Spinning with boogies and black blacks Gunning my Mary's bitch and it clapped out I had a gun in my backpack

Blicky to blicky, run down with that stat chat.

I pay them hitters through cash app.

Shooters like Mitchell put hoes in the snap back.

We stuffing bodies in.

Trash bass.

I bet them holotips turn them to hashtags.

She a little baba.

Willing to line a nigga for the slappings.

Been moving tactic.

If it ain't on my waist, I got it in my jacket.

My shoot is assassins.

7.62s make them do backflips.

My little juvie is savage.

Got a a Ruger, they came with a Tac.

Ain't with the chit-chat, some of you gon' split that, open that six-pack.

Now we gotta sit back, blicky gon' kick back, why would I miss that?

His medulla, we cracked it, bendin' the whip, pull up, sprayin' and blastin'.

I see you on the rack there, saying my name is gon' come with a basket.

Clickers and black blacks.

Gun in my Mary's bitch and it clapped out.

I had a gun in my backpack.

Blicky to blicky, run down with that spatch.

I pay them hits through cash app.

Shooters like Mitchell put hoes in the snap app.

We stuffing bodies in.

I bet them holotips turn them to hashtags.

Twirling, spinning, swerving, bending, lurking with it, purging, drilling.

Tinted windows, black extendos, hanging out suburbans with it.

I think she want me to slap that, pulled up on that, had this job in my pack.

Shorty a eater like Casper.

Back out the blicky, go crazy like Fendi.

Blicky's in black flats.

Gun in my Mary's, bitch, and it clapped out.

I had a gun in my backpack.

Blicky to blicky, run down with that spatch.

I pay them hitters through cash app.

Shooters like Mitchell put hoes in the snapback.

We stuffing bodies in

Trash bags.

Pussy.

I bet them holotips turn them to hashtags.