Whe-When I’m off the pills I get to drillin
I like to spazz I don’t like chillin
When I got my Glock turn it to the villian
Yo cappin yo rap nobody be killin
n#gg#s be funny actin like elmo
Ask for my blunt lil n#gg# say hell no
n#gg# got smoked just like the
Hop out a car my choppa say hello-
What are you f#ckin nuts?
CYFAL
Whe-When I’m off the pills I get to drillin
I like to spazz I don’t like chillin
When I got my Glock turn it to the villian
Yo cappin yo rap nobody be killin
n#gg#s be funny actin like elmo
Ask for my blunt lil n#gg# say hell no
n#gg# got smoked just like the
Hop out a car my choppa say hello
I-I-I-I get to the guap when I’m runnin this and my choppas extended
And thesе n#gg#s be fake they actin likе fags
And I can’t stand the fact that I gotta be here
When these lames and these
Ballin lil tears from over they ears
The choppa gone hit him gone rip off his ears
So then he can’t hear
This sh#t
Blo-Blow up the government blow up the world
The backseat
.45 pack
n#gg#s isn’t feelin me
You can see the real in me
I don’t f#ck with n#gg#s that be f#ckin with the enemy
Hold on stop
Le-Le-Let me load my Glock
Pu-Put it-Put it to his face
Watch his body f#ckin drop
I-I-I-I-I do not give a f#ck
I’m bout smoke I won’t duck
I can’t lack I must tuck
You test me you get stuck
You get found you out of luck
You with the opps you get struck
We pull up in that black truck
That slug shot that big buck
I do a drive by b#tch I’m not stoppin
All of these bodies that you ain’t droppin
Got in my system you know I love poppin
I had to come up yeah I had to get money
If I the Glock you better start runnin
You b#tches fake I think it’s just funny
50 in a clip b#tch i’m f#ckin gunnin
You don’t want no I shoot till there’s nothin
Red dot on yo head b#tch i’m f#ckin huntin
Them hollow tips imma get to stuntin
I do not know nothin
Glock up on my waist that’s what I be tuckin
Yuh Glock up on my waist that’s what I be tuck-
Yuh yuh
Gassin up the whip b#tch you know it’s always hotbox
Posted up with fxndi ridin around with f#ckin hot Glocks
I don’t need no broom but imma get to sweepin
Don’t play no fair you know i’m always gone sneak in
Too many bodies layin in my trunk it start reekin
I’m trippin off the acid and i’m peakin
But don’t get me wrong b#tch i’ll leave you leakin
You ain’t
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