Lyrics

Bullet gon rip thru his spine
Bought a Rollie you know I'm on time
When he saw me in person he ran like
You would get shot if you touch one of mine like
I stay low coz you know I be packing
Slide thru **** what is you jacking
Come to the west
I do it best
Hallows gon hit him gon rip thru his chest
Y'all **** stupid,y'all **** really my fans
All of you **** is broke
But I'm like fuck it,imma just do me a dance
There's so many opps I could smoke
That bitch exotic
Ain't talking bout no bitch
I'm trynna get me a car
I keep a switch,incase a **** try to switch
Imma just up it and
Like damn
Like what
Matty Danny they all in my blunt
Why you talking bout me but you know you a bum
If I spin in a v **** you better duck
These **** watching
They see that I'm balling
They trying to dim me
But bitch I'm a star
Bodies on bodies,this glock on my body
Move hot,imma send a **** to the sky
And yes,I made this beat
Why would I pay when I'm made for this shit
Imma geek on a beat I get sturdy and shit
Why you all on my dick?get some money and shit
On my block and they know I'm the best
I'm off the za and I'm high as a jet
How you lack in the park,he ain't wearing no vest
And I'm smoking that boy who got shot in the chest
Big ebk like you know how We coming
Big 38. What he yelling was "gunning"
Fuck with the opps
You get popped with the opps
You get dropped with the opps
I don't care if we cousins
Damn
I got a gun in my sweater
Got your girl but her mother is wetter
Walk in the spot and I'm clearing the scene
I got me baddie she looking like Jenna
Written by: Victor Edem
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