Hey, hey, hey, hey
They like down what it is, bitch
Walk with you on route no more
* this route, *
I'm tryna put some bullets in the dome
Get em gone
Heaven, that boy address
I'ma send em home
They say the murder rate go up
When Whopper drop a * song
Hooray, there's lil' opp
Bitch, my number playin' on my phone
Put these bullets to a nigga throw
And knock em out his zone
Keep your clothes on, lil' bitch
Cause I just want the dome
Where your phone at, lil' bitch?
Just leave it by the door
I would've got a job
But I ain't tryna go like P4K
Opps always nervous when they view me
I see it in they face
I been fuckin' all these lil' goopies
They don't know they place
I ain't spittin' hoes
You with a bitch
I'm shootin' off a lace
Four plus four in the wood
Bitch, I'm smokin' BK
I ain't tryna rob
Bitch, lil' hoe
I'm tryna get my
Let me catch her opp
And this bitch, I let my blick spray
Got my homies tatted on my back
Rest in peace, Nate
I'm like, who let all these snitches in?
I don't got security, bitch
Let my niggas in
4PL, but I ain't
Baby, got these Benjamins
Stupid bitch, let me *
She thought I was twin
I'm off these Perkins
Got me mixin' Tron with the hen
She thought I wanted her
But I want a friend
You got a minute to write back
I'm here unsend
I pop the Perk ass
30 and BK
Be the back end
This real life ain't no act, then
Nigga, you a bitch
And I put that on my dead
Ayy, you gon' catch me like a wall
With that choppy key that lit him
Ayy, shoot up the whole car
And leave his homeboy dead, oh
I ain't worried bout that pussy
I been lookin' at that head
But you ain't learn from that last nigga
That stupid ass nigga
Died in that grass, nigga
I heard he was playin' football
But them bullets faster
If you see me with green light
You finna see a pastor
Bitch, don't ask me what's off in my wood
You know it's dead, niggas
Niggas actin' like seven-six
Two don't take no head with him
Pull up on this block
I pop a monster tryin' to shred, nigga
Slow down to stop the car
We hit his top, now he is dead, nigga
Big rats, nigga, I speak big facts
Bro, pull the wood that cut her
Hit your brother, get your get back
Police askin' me about dead niggas
Like, who did that?
But I'm like, I don't know
So touch your nose, that ain't my business
Run down with Calico's
You snatchin' souls
Don't get your * splat
The teller's like, who is he?
Uh-uh
What are these?
Uh-uh
Heard that y'all was up to own the wind
I be like, uh-uh
No, I do not know *
Call my lawyer, please
And I got money stashed off in the safe
Just for them lawyer fees
Two to three, smack some beans
Kill his ass, he chuckin' cheese
Run down on his ass and fill him up
He gon' need surgery
Murder to the first degree
Put up in the mercury
Mask on, perjury
Scarcite, it's Halloween
Hey, man, anybody get in front of Granite
To the F-est, man
Chillin' out, J.R. with the A.R.
Don't slide through, cause we spray cars
Nigga
You don't know how we livin'
Enjoy as him, this motherfuckin' Draco, nigga
Got that Drake in this bitch, nigga