i heard niggas wanna stick me for my paper so i went and bought the choppa with the laser nigga how the fuck is you gon rob a robber i don t think you know i got that problem solver with me i got bought my grandaddy harry a revolver bitch i got your number but i m still not gon call you if its a lick bitch we hit it already you can have your bitch back i hit it already nigga you ain t gettin shit back we split it already you talkin bout that street shit we did it already you can t testify against me cuz he dead already fuck this rap beef shoot him in the head already my niggas with it don t forget it we pullin up with dracos the size of a midget pull up knock a nigga off his pivot 223 bullet knock a nigga out his fitted now he smelling like he shitted he sneak dissed me that fuck nigga shouldn t have did it depends on how i m feeling i might fuck her once and quit it cuz i ain t got no time for these in love bitches you better not run your mouth we put stitches on snitches i m a young street nigga i set my chevy on 6 s i m riding fast in this v12 on the road to riches i m a male gigolo i leave my semen on bitches buy the whole bar cuz i m a nice guy and ima rob my plug if the price high we just took off ya cuban link robbed you for your gold you would think i had a patch on my right eye nigga i done fuck more hoes than ll i done sold more blow than hell rell nigga we ll kick your door down like 12 rushing out the traphouse i forgot the scale i can tell these niggas be frail but act tough as hell i could sell sand to a beach i give you a shell he say he get dough i couldn t tell cuz he broke as hell nigga i m so mothafuckin cold i m givin em hell if you go to jail with no bail you probably will tell free all of my niggas got them killas living through a cell earned all my stripes i m an og i got og s up in heaven looking over me used to be a shorty now the shorties lookin up to me that used to be your bitch now you sick cuz she fuckin me bitch i feel like a don always shining like the fuckin sun i get bitches sprung swinging wood like i m barry bond ain t for none i stick to my gun like a piece of gum from the slums i need every crumb like a fuckin bum bitch i ain t the one talking dumb i cut out ya tounge when i up this gun better run like you re forest gump braattt bap bap paow