Sour d, mixed with my p urp I need 25 for a fucking verse, 35 just to bless the show I need 3 million then am trained to go. Am a fat n***a but am swagged out I like pretty bitches with there ass out no pillow talking no whereabouts just d12 her bitch am out, am a mob figure these Don n***as I roll with get you wacked quick 100 rounds make a bitch n***a do a back flip arm arm leg leg ripped Santa Claus granting death wishes leave you high as fuck like a meth kitchen, damn I hate fucking snitches but I'll pay a bitch to tell me whereabouts, kill the bitch you care about, send 50 shotz when you guard your seed. Sandy hook on youz fish n***as I don't even know the terms of peace, all I know is let the hammer blow, leave a rat n***a in a manhole can't go to war if your bandz low. 1 mill a beat four murders send a recking ball threw your front door, sticks of dynamite Hella cheap I can buy that shit by the box load