still like fuck you niggas
i don't play with guns but we call them toys
totin' big straps that make a lot of noise
i don't pull it out unless i'm 'bout to shoot
you think you gon' catch me slippin'
they keep it in they purse
tryna' ride up on me now you ridin' a hearse
niggas hating on me i'm bullet proof
a couple of bullets hit his body tore up his chest
put your ass on a shirt saying they miss your ass
i won't miss ya juicy j i won't miss ya