I took a couple of bars got I’m launching
How yo mans a trapper all of a sudden?
McChicken turn yo man to McMuffin
All black, I’m in the mob with the Russians
I love an AR but the [?] got adjustments
Two Glocks, named Biever and Justin
I’m changing the whip like Los Santos Customs
He wasn’t dead so we clicked at his cousin
I was the one with Skoop and the dogs
Slide shooting like LiAngelo Ball
I’m in a Maybach, Rick Ross
Blue tips flying ’round like a moth
Where cuz go? We don’t have a clue
Have you seen an AR with .762’s
Got shot in the face, now he breathe through a tube
Like an eagle, niggas know Ima swoop
Heard he chicken, turn him into noodle soup
I had a .380 in the coupe
I ain’t lyin’ Ima tell you the truth
I got that lean, they thought I had the flu
Walk down with the Pew, woo
Heard he ain’t dead, them we gon loot
Drum on the gun like a Hoola hoop
These nigga’s tall like the bullet proof
I got a Glock in my boot
I bought a chopper in the booth
Creep like a bird in the roof
Green bars like Bruce
Niggas act Tom Cruise
Drake slide with a .762
Gas on me but don’t think that I move
Mask down, he thought this a cartoon
Niggas acting, they should be in cartoons
She call my phone saying “I’m not in the mood”
You can walk down, get popped like balloon
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