Dirty Revolver

Fuck the Wraith, I'm in a Chevrolet Impala

With duct tape around a dirty-ass revolver

Real chick, Versace jet for the charter

Make sure the vulture with me every time I departure

Yeah, I fucked her good, real good, and I ain't call her

They said I'm being petty, petty

I be ready like Freddy if a **** got a problem, pussy ****, I'm ready, ready

15 for a 9 piece

I swear it don't make no motherfucking sense, the bitch a dime piece

Quarter mill' on a time piece

Keep it real, then they change, man, you still don't surprise me

And **** know not to try me

I've been spendin', then I bendin' to my people house in pine tree

Buck 50 let me duck it and dungeon

A bear's in the Benz, and I'm seein' Jumanji

When they coming out with some new women? 'Cause the bad bitches not on that fetty, fetty

And if heath really weath, motherfucker, I'm healthy, **** Dr. Sebi, Sebi

Yeah, little mix bitch with the hazel eyes, I'm like, "Can I get your number?" Her friends said, "Can he?"

She said, "You Haitian and a Gemini, boy, I already know you trouble, but LOL text me"

Came through day block swinging like baseball, shoulda had these things out, gave their hood a paint job

Rip a **** face off, won't stop, can't stop, by the time they check off, this ho sayin', "Take off"

Burn that shit Madoff, been pressure since I came out

The womb, I'm a motherfuckin' goon, hey, pop that boy ballon, pew and zoom

Fredo in the dune, you beef with me, your doom, flippa finna be zoom, he comin' home in June

Thuggin' every June, ain't no lovey-dovey do, keep a Glock, I get through

Snatch back and shoot, Off-White shoes, the crack khaki too

Pop that boy balloon, pew, zoom, she know I was a bug, I was born in June

Posted in the club blowing K2 fumes