999
XXIII
Glock twenty three
Sending shots
Its a murder scene
Stacking bodies up
Like jason from
Friday the thirteenth
Pop the trunk and
Pull the choppa out
It got a laser beam
Fuck a thousand rounds
Bitch im strapped like
The mother fucking marines

Bitch I got alot of guns
Yeah i got alot of sticks
Glocks, shottys and some
Choppas with drums and banana clips
Ain't no twenty twos bitch
I only fuck with two two threes       
Im hitting fucking licks
Because i grew up in the street's
Bitch I got alot of guns
Yeah i got alot of sticks
Glocks, shottys and some
Choppas with drums and banana clips
Ain't no twenty twos  bitch
I only fuck with two two threes       
Im hitting fucking licks
Because i grew up in the street's
All i fucking do is work
Bitch i dont ever get tired
I been busting out these tracks
Ion need a fucking ghost writer
Bitch i murder beats like my
Name is michael myers
You dont want smoke with the
Gang yng is full of snipers
Bitch we from the southside
Born and raised in clay co
Dont come to jurrassic park
Unless you got a fucking pole
If you looking for some drugs
You can pull up to the bando
We got snow, molly, percys
Xannys, work and benzos
If you tryna shop hit
Me up on the trap phone
Addicted to the money
So we dont ever fucking close
If you pull up acting crazy
Then yo ass has got to go
Bitch dont try no silly shit we
Got red dots on your dome

Bitch I got alot of guns
Yeah i got alot of sticks
Glocks, shottys and some
Choppas with drums and banana clips
Ain't no twenty twos bitch
I only fuck with two two threes       
Im hitting fucking licks
Because i grew up in the street's
Bitch I got alot of guns
Yeah i got alot of sticks
Glocks, shottys and some
Choppas with drums banana clips
Ain't no twenty twos  bitch
I only fuck with two two threes       
Im hitting fucking licks
Because i grew up in the street's