now baby i can't tell him
we gon catch him in these streets
bust his cerebellum
looking for him like the police
with my umbrella
when i hop up out the phantom
i bang watermelon
that's the color bandan
molly got me ruling
see all of these plotting niggas
i'm like the president
niggas they want to bury me
bitches they want to the kid
i'm fly like pelican
all of these bitches wait for bids
i'm sick and tired of the critinitics
all the critics want to bite into my dip sum
i ain't playing
i'm for real for some
king cobra nigga killing off
too many
too pretty
these the city bitches
all these niggas riding dick without permission
all these critics tryna kill me but it's benefit me
there's a mill near my shit
get it
that's my shit
get it
get it
all these out here
so many foreign bitches in my phone
i'm a pull outside with purple
all this goddamn money on me
it'll hurt your eyes
it'll hurt your eyes
it'll hurt your eyes
it'll hurt your eyes
it'll hurt your eyes
it'll hurt your eyes
it'll hurt your eyes
it'll hurt your eyes
on the phone with bloody
listening to the chain gang
when i was young i used to wonder how it feels to gang bang
now that i bang it feel like my phone don't ever stop ringing
play with big b's and that funeral ain't gon never stop singing
nigga
nigga riding round with glock 40s
no lady
but we riding round
looking for shorty
pistol old
but you know them bitches only 30
i been busting since i was 12
my scrap ain't no virgin
young niggas
climbing up the fucking ladder
we gon reach you
push a nigga like you came out of
hundred shots hit him
fold him up like a centipede
d k o j
he like to smoke a nigga
no weed
baow
baow
baow
baow
man down
get him
baow
baow
baow
baow
these these fucking missiles
nigga playing with the squad
we coming too hard
we coming to hard
better play the squad