gen5 wit a beam with a beam tryna empty clip, green beam to his back better hope you don’t trip, like joe been said we gon fucc up yo rip, move smoove in da spot wen we taking dat trip, if i got me a switch ain no way i’mma miss, wrong step wrong move now u dead in a spliff, we run off with bags do not give me yo zip, he ws talkin dat shit so i shot at his lip,
u aint gonna squeeze lil boy u a jit, nga talking bout me say hello to my clip, i hit up your bitch then i licked on her clxt, then she licked on my tip like the tip of these hollows you better not trip, your shit will get split when my hands on the grip dont give me that lip on my life this is it. stackin up these blues--its like im playing legos, i got shooters to spin all they need is my say so, lets see how your day goes, mmmm... nah thats not it ngl
We keep bending through them corners watch when we get back for yotti, it was 4 of us bout 20 bouls so I need 20 bodies I let my Draco sing that's why I call it champagne papi my glick glockeisha I'm like moneybag i needs my glocky
crazy on the beat yk i get real ruthless, talkin all tha shii knowin yu ain’t gon do shii ,run up in da house takin all the turkey bags , sellin out the pound the way to run it up
f**k it now my adrenaline ruhsin i told my bro go flip some p's and bring me back a hundred duzn never bluffn for the net i stick with poles that keep on bussn fuck around and get ya top lifted just for making assumptions
