Bad shorty
Big bag
Big bark
Pistol
Clown don't like me
You want me dead
When the fuck i ask you
Ass up
Bad bitch
Like it when she smack it too
How many percs i take i don't know like a fist full
Ok wait
A nigga trapping work and moving weight
That's why they hate
Yes i keep a 45
That bitch just sit right on my waste hey
Fuck about these rappers
Spill they blood
Do what it take
Fuck his shawty in the ass
Switch to her mouth
I need the face
Hold on (yuh)
Like baby girl how do that taste?
Heard yo man was talking shit until i popped up like a kick flip
Let her take a sip it got her bouncing on my dick tip
I just dropped a body wait a minute
What the fuck did you think
Rollin up my oppas stink
When i smoke on they soul
In the cut w the clique
Fuck yo bitch she a clink
Rip her skin into mink
Yes we mean
Fuck you mean
I'm off a molly and a bean
Bad shorty
Big bag
Big bark
Pistol
Clown don't like me
You want me dead
When the fuck i ask you
Ass up
Bad bitch
Like it when she smack it too
How many percs i take i don't know like a fist full
Giddy up
Idiot
Bad bitch drain me all on video
Uh
Fuck guns my blade trench coat jet black
Coming to your burial
Yeah
Posting that fire
Pain in their eyes
The damage is critical
My shit do be heavy
Hang to the side
Blade rip like its surgical
Why your set beg with their hands out
Damn they wack
I be walking like danny phantom watch your back
Better shut the big mouth
Shoo south or i aim the tec
Please cool down
I don't give a fuck please don't ask
You ain't no bullet proof
Talking that shit i pity the fool
Why you into lose
Please don't interrupt my groove
I'm bout the blow a fuse
Me and my homies we run loose
Uh
If you outta pocket
Still got blood up on my shoes
Hoe shut the fuck up
Metal on me and it's tucked up nigga
I got my bucks up
Who the fuck still trynna buck up with us
Foot on they neck
Snap
I got em mad
Max
In the night turn to creature
That soul imma eat it
But i never dare lack
I give her that dick uh huh
Then kick her out quick uh huh
Hey cause if she's catching feelings then she gotta go cause she know that i'm slick uh huh
Hey like that's not a semi it is automatic
I up on my pole like i'm letting em have it
Hey young nigga wreaking that havoc
Like fuck out my way or your fate is a casket
I let that glock pop
On yo block
Bussin like it's pop rocks
Pull up drop top
Skip his head the road just like it's hopscotch
I said who wish death upon me that's many men
50 cents you won't drive by mini van me
I spoke to your bitch said minute man you
I tend to spin blocks like ceiling fans uh
Bad shorty
Big bag
Big bark
Pistol
Clown don't like me
You want me dead
When the fuck i ask you
Ass up
Bad bitch
Like it when she smack it too
How many percs i take i don't know like a fist full
