Yea we pull up with the gats
And we always f#ck it up
You talk that sh#t till I hit you with a pump
Hit you in the forehead then I took a dump
You looking goofy on the floor yea you slumped
Shut the f#ck up b#tch I never cared
Pull up to the crib
Yea I know you’re scared
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 times
While you talkin all that sh#t I hit you with a nine
Kill yourself you’re worthless
I don’t give a f#ck about anyone’s purpose
Yea we run it with the sticks
f#ckin with a 10/10 she my b#tch
Think she love me so I’m cummin’ on her t#ts
I be running fast so they call me up a blitz
Switching lanes really fast
Family of five in a car that I crash
Don’t give a f#ck I hope none of them last
Yea- I’m Going to hell I hope its a blast!
I don’t give a sh#t to be honest who asked?
I heard your dad died, who the f#ck is that?
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