Y’all hearin’ this sh#t right now?
What the f#ck?
Most of my dawgs is criminals
Come out the cut with the Glick on ’em
b#tch boy, ain’t doin’ subliminals
Hop out the 6, I’ma rip on ’em
Said he got Tris in his Brisk, so I might f#ck around and go sip on it
Poured up some Wock’ in my Rick’s
b#tch, I got number 9 with the stick on me
Straight from the 989
But I might f#ck around and go head to the A [f#ck
I got the shooters with Glock 19’s
They gone shoot up the 3, NBA [f#ck
sh#t I gotta Coupe and a cup
And I’m ramin’ yo’ b#tch, when I land in L.A
I got the shooters with Glock 19’s
They gone shoot up the 3, NBA
F.N., 556
Yeah, 762 it goes straight to his face
16 shots out my G 23, but I f#ck around pump 50 more out the K
Boy you ain’t takin’ no ecstasy, talkin’ ’bout eatin’ a rizzy today
Boy you ain’t takin’ no X, talkin’ ’bout eatin’ a rizzy today
Ay, said to that boy, let me in
I got some demons to get off my chеst, so I gotta repent all my sins
City can see what I’m doin’
But I didn’t think you could see through the tint
f#ck it, I might O.D. off thе X, but I’m goin’ to hell with my stick
F.N., 556
Yeah, 762 it goes straight to his face
16 shots out my G 23, but I f#ck around pump 50 more out the K
Boy you ain’t takin’ no ecstasy, talkin’ ’bout eatin’ a rizzy today
Boy you ain’t takin’ no X, talkin’ ’bout eatin’ that rizzy today
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