We're all a bunch of * assholes.You know why?You don't have the guts to be what you want to be.You need people like me.You need people like me so you can point your * fingersand say that's the bad guy.I'm on my stick.Got a clock out, back to the dip.Clock out the chop, then I'm back in my dip.I'm on the king, bitch, I'm playing my strip.Pour up the dupes, bitch, I pour out the trips.No drive by, bitch, we walk in the *.We go ahead, they block, man, these niggas get bent.G30 hit hotter than Fendt.Drop a fit, but that's all my jam.They the bopper, we fill it with lead.I don't want that bitch if she ain't in her bag.We in the store popping tags.20 in shots and the stuff in the mag.Look at us blocking, we step on their eggs.Up in this Glock and he doing up legs.I was in the cell locked down on seg.So how the * can you get how I feel?Up in the build, get scary.Calling my crow, D-Larry.28 shots, you know that we carry.Up in the trap house, off cemetery.Please not walk in, niggas, they fear me.Please not walk in, you can get hit.When I clock in, I got my stick.Got a clock out, back to the dip.Spieltemplar 송 피سSpieltemplar 송 피سSpieltemplar اشتركSpieltemplar اشترك