Yeah
Spin a bin in an all-black coupe
Already told cause that he not gon’ shoot
Turn that shit up!
Yeah
Kel-Tec out the Lexus
AR pistol on me, I ain’t resting
Real gun on me, this ain’t no pellet
I’m with my brothers all the time, call me Megan
Deliver the pac to you like a message
Yeah
Glock with the fifty in my possession
Two dogs in the front like I’m sledding
You gon’ rob who? Oh, I’m just checking
You thought we glick swapped, nah, I just kept it
That nigga snitched ’cause I guess he felt threatened
Designer my jacket, I’m going to a wedding
I shot cause, I felt disrespected
I’m on an island with it, Total Drama
Back to the trap, I need the scripts like it’s Java
These 7.62’s, they look like magic markers
Got twenty-four on me, they call me Black Mamba
Skrrt off in an ’07 Harley
Might shoot his sister while she playing with Barbies
I’m in the trap with Spencer like iCarly
Chop make him do a flip like he gnarly
Xan make the work flip like an omelette
Off an addy, now I’m feeling retarded
Hitman shot and it took up the carpet
You trap out KD’s, you don’t get no profit
Sig on him, wish him luck like he’s Charlie
Chop make him lean back, Bill Cosby
Call Ahk, swerve, pull up with the molly
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