I rock with my five
Pull on {?}, you gon’ die
We got way too many sticks up in this V, so you decide
I’m gon’ bounce out with this .223, lil bro bounce out with 9
If it’s up, lil b#tch, it’s up
No, I ain’t tryna waste no time
Big switch, put it on the Glock, that’s my favorite kind
Freaky b#tch, she on my dick
Don’t wanna f#ck, just pass the Chime
Let’s go!
My lil {?} bad
She know how to dress, I buy her expensive sh#t
Bail out the truck with a big fo’ nick’
Try to run, put a beam on top of his sh#t
I got a big bankroll
She do what I say, so I’m droppin’ a bag on the b#tch
b#tch, I be flee from the head to the toe
When I walk in party, they know I’m the sh#t
White n#gg#s out here be on our dick
If you really want smoke, have my {?}
We from the trenches, we really got sticks
We’ll hawk ’em down, and hop out with the nick’, b#tch
Tired of p#ss# n#gg#s steady sending all them threats
n#gg#, pop out
Bet I have them killers at your neck
This a brand new F&N
n#gg#, we don’t f#ck with TECs
Lately I been playing ball
Come outside, I ain’t tryna text, b#tch
Pop up out that sprinter, we ain’t tryna loan no whip
If you pull up on this block, we gon’ send shots through the fender
I’m a demon, my heart cold
Real cold, like it’s December
You claim you be with them guys
Boy, your #ss is not a member
Just got a Glock with a new F&N, this lil b#tch raw as f#ck
Put a switch on back the Glock
So when I shoot, this b#tch gon’ buss
We {?} the Glocks up in this b#tch
That’s HOG, we shakin’ up
Hop Out Gang, we too official
We like hoppin’ out them trucks
Hop up out that sprinter, me and Casey feed ’em dinner
This b#tch bad, she want a winner
But she got blicks to blow at n#gg#s
If you a demon, I’m a reaper
Get n#gg#s gone without that trigger
You claim you be with them n#gg#s
But you still don’t got no blicker, b#tch
JOG and HOG, b#tch, that’s the same thing
And my n#gg#s Pressure Gang
You know we always bring that flame
It’s 2022, we don’t do no fighting
The Glock go bang
My lil shooter black as f#ck
And he got range like Luol Deng
I kill me a n#gg# if he try reach for my chain
I’ll put you in the dirt, that’s if you bappin’ on my name
I took some losses in this sh#t
Man, that sh#t part of the game
This lil b#tch, she from the other side
Man, folks ‘nem ran a trian
I’mma pull up, let it bang
Send some shots right where you hang
L.A. got the wheel, he do the dash, he swerving lane-to-lane
Hit the e-way, on the jakes
I’m a menace, f#ck the brakes
I’mma pull up on yo block and let off shots right where you lay
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
That’s the ‘K
Faceshot, DOA
No trace, closed case, b#tch!
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