Catch me on the block prolly creeping with my kinfolk
Posted with a Glock we gone see if you a bitch though
If it ain’t with the stick prolly hit em with the pistol
Gun ain’t in my name what you think I got a bitch for
Damn what you mean you never seen a dead body
Pussy mother fucker I could turn that shit into a hobby
You should look into my eyes what you see when the demons rise
Thoughts of suicide, feel the vibe, from the half alive
Post with your bitch she said I’m fly just like a eagle
She done hopped up in my whip said let’s do something that’s illegal
Now we
On vacation no calls taken me and rats no relation
Now she naked don’t mistake it guess what’s next no conversation
She know with persuasion ima get her what she need
And her friend she south East Asian damn she said that we should meet
Look girl just please excuse me I’m still woozie off that drank and that uzi
Got these girls in a jacuzzi what you thank? That’s a movie
Your girl wanna choose me that make you look like a clown
While I’m bumping lil boosie screaming I’m on wipe me down
Mother fucker wait, fuck up out my way alll that actin fake
Eat you mother fuckers off my plate that’s a piece of cake
Christian Dior on her bag gotta play it right
Doors suicide, like my thoughts when it’s late at night
Took your bitch so fast, you want her back? Well you just S.O.L
She text that you wack I respond back like girl that’s LOL
Hustling yo momma cause I know her and I know her well
Guess I’m going home when you tell me that I can go to hell
But I’m on a mission of wisdom, better duck I hit with precision, you mother fuckers just wishing that you could fuck up this vision (2x)