i can t trust a soul i ride with toolie i swear that it s glued to me case some fuck nigga run up tryna do me i ma get to fucking shooting i got a glock that bitch hot time to trade it niggas really mad cause i done made it and i get paper they can t get nathin cross me bitch see you later that nigga cross me he gon need god run up on 4 6 and heat their block but they ain t out there we don t ever see them bitch my 45 wanna meet them but i m rich let me t down cause i m t d up off reefer i still feel this flat but i just popped two xanax this that xanax music this that flat music this that go and get your gat music this that get it cracking music this for my white boys that be going hard fucking thots like porn stars smoking on that dope we don t smoke that fucking bubble gum or girl scout cookies bitch i don t want no pussy i want top top me then i ll leave your car go back where the fuck you came from you know what my name was my name is almighty and i m hardbody i ain t scared of nobody my gun don t fear nobody let it blow my gun don t hear nobody or see nobody but it will air somebody shoot your ear off buddy meet my little friend his name is tommy i don t snort coke i don t do molly i don t sniff dope i don t do nothing but smoke trees i just get high get high til i damn die niggas hating on me i don t know why but you know i got my 45 tadoe got the 4 o get him off a flat remy and patron though and he at your door causing commotion knocking shit over and down blowing down your trees ayy blowing down your kitchen blowing down your knees and he blowing down your feet and your top i bet the death hear him knock where your pounds and your bucks and your bricks where your bitch so i can fuck her and make her tell me shit why cause i got that good dick she suckin on this dick guess what she lovin on this dick1