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