I be doing this sh#t on the regular
Gun got a name, as i pull out mariah, u wildinout by the way that i carry it
Pop me a perc, then i finish the job, can’t be doing it sober cause you cannot handle it
When i’m with yo girl, she tellin me “jaxn, i think that i love you” i had to go cancel it
She blow up my phone but i’m not gonna answer it
Hit from the back, by the way, that she screams, i be making her c#m right, she can’t even handle it
10 racks on your head, it sit like a fitted, your brain jus like breakfast the way that i scramble it
They call me genie, you wishing for death, i pull up to your funeral, i think i granted it
No, i’m not sick, so just stop throwing fits, put a price on your noggin, that sh#t cost an angelet
We gon switch up a second
Gang pulling up with my glock, call it to lock, cause it fading ur top jus to leave yo #ss dreaded
Yo body is gushing all onto the floor, my gun is called boneless, the way that i wet it
You pull out some weak sh#t, it’s funny to me cause my gun got a dick, by the way, it’s extended
Your body is lifeless, the way that i end it
Put on the rollie to cover my wrists
That boy went outside, now his body a myth
Put him on a tee, send his momma a pic
I sipped too much drank, now i got a lil’ cyst
I promised my family, that we gon’ be rich
I’m not gonna stop, i can’t think about it
I’m making these songs, have i even f#cking missed
I’m sippin’ on sprite, mix it up with some tris
Woke up to lean in my body, i’m riding with shotties, you over here doing the most
Dior on my body, your girl a lil’ sloppy, i pop a molly now i’m acting real slow
f#cking with me, i put him on a tee, you won’t understand though, i be doing the most
My gun may be gay, every time we outside, it be trying to blow like, whoa, oh no
Audemar wrist
I just be f#ckin’ this b#tch
She gave me lil’ kiss on a dick
I double dose it
I pour up the lean real quick
Drink, now i got a lil’ cyst
I’m smokin’ a pack, i’m doin’ the dash
Hopped in the rari’ we move like the flash
You ain’t into that, my loud is so green and my gun a machine, i put you in a pack
I just been making it happen, you b#tches is capping a lot, like fitted
That boy is a teller, we putting on pressure, he went to the opps and admitted wrong measure
Putting your head, right onto a tee, and wearing that sh#t, like this sh#t is a treasure
It’s okay, ima take care of your girl, just hoping this song just doesn’t upset her
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