Aye
Ahh
Lights out Lights out
Got the stick and the pipe out
I need one two three hoes
All them bitches getting piped down
No mercy if you talk down
Last words, when I count down
Equip the silencer, shhh
Weapon won't make a sound now
Loaded mac
Flu got the strap
I got a hoe
No strings attached
I got more
Behind her back
I train the dogs
They gon attack
100 Shots to yo brain bitch
Drank the potion, go insane bitch
If get in my lane bitch
Wait
AK blow you away bitch
Beat gon change ways bitch
Never speak on my name bitch
Side hoes no main bitch
Hate bitch
Yeah
Scope equipped, weapon got range
Bitch i'm gon hop in the range
Lean got me actin strange
100k on his head, arrange
Rich i'm still the same
Expect I ain't got no change
Paper like Mary Jane
Work too hard, f*ck a minimum wage
Too slick, can't be put in cage
I get bands, yeah day to day
Too woke, bitch I'm wide awake
F*ck wit me, boy you made a mistake
F*ck wit me, boy yo life at stake
Glock wit me, you won't make it today
Step on gas, no never the brake
Yeah yeah
Aye, aye, ahh, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, yeah
Dirty money, pistol clean huh
I'm gon make scene
For the digits ima fein huh
Visions blue and green
Got a bitch, not a screen huh
Got me in between
Scare the boy, Halloween huh
Meet this SMG
Bitch you ain't ready
My pistol steady, I killed him already
Yo bitch so ugly, yeah call that bitch Betty
Bitch suck me for dinner, she don't want spaghetti
I write her a poem, she call me rossetti
Where the smoke, Weapon so heavy
Aim at yo head, this shit got you sweaty
Boy I'm yo nightmare, I'm right there like Freddy
I get the machete if glock get petty
Sick shit