[Intro]
(Fony Wallace)

[Verse]
The only thing that's Christian on me is Dior
Louis Vuitton, and that's one bitch that sucked my dick
I think that got her pregnant, I'm wearin' Louis Vuitton
If I see her again, I'm gonna
Bash the bitch's stomach in, with a steel baton
Pour gasoline on her, pull out a match (Ayy), flame up
Why you movin'? You're not goin' anywhere, MC at your stairs
All that cryin', bitch, I still don't care
Faggot, live ain't fair
Rip your skin inch by inch just like a grizzly bear
I'll enjoy your body rare
Ashely an opp for my meat, well done
How about you, son?
I don't know what the fuck these n***as on
Got an AK with a Draco
We ain't the same, then flock home
I pull up to his block, he be like "Uh-oh"
Burn up his body, then wearin' a slim clothe
I swear to God, all thesе n***as are my clones
She think that shе rich 'cause she has me an iPhone
I'm statistical, you win and I have to start
Every incidence like slayers, have some
You let a n***a bet Owen
I'm at the top, but I'm not alone
The cream of the crop, the mic is my throne
And I will not stop 'til I'm out my zone
A baseball bat change a fuck n***a tone
She hears my voice, then she starts to moan
I'll take all your cash like I need a loan
I'm a dark-ass n***a like my last name Jones
They pump on your dad like it was a cone
Fuck Peter, why you n***as some actors?
But this shit ain't no theater
Bitch, I'm in it with my heater
N***as did it with the Nina
N***as phone off they scene, uh
[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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