He got one shot left
Drum drop
Got them funds on deck
Suck that dick until the cum drop yes
Bitch
Its
High role
Fly mode
Walking wit his eyes closed
He crying on his live
For being caught up in the spiral

Homie on that capping shit he talking he ain't knowing none
Watergate we tapping in and see him fucking smoking dust
Bitch I’m fucking back again you pussies steady slowing up
I'm breathing in the pathogen and feeling like I'm overdone

Toting guns
Homie show up
Just to get his fucking face cut
Gripping on the weapon
Solar powered call it ray gun
Homie count his hours overpowered better say sumn
Face up, face facts never been a great one

Fuck that, black jack, bet that you won’t aim none
Bust that cap back, finna leave the slate done
Bitch ain't gotta weapon only letters on the key pad
Mr X'ng bitches when I pull up and delete that
Im Moving up
Had to be a moment where you screwed it up
Losing your momentum you ain't meant to be a number 1
Cluttered up, muddled thoughts I'm all up in the hall to dump
Falling up vertigo I feel like Its been long enough

Nice no ice
Little bet
Shoot dice
Move like vets
On the set
Too nice

Got em wet
No knife
Got a wreck no life
Oh god laying pipe
Oh god, oh nice