Voot up, voot up
b*tch want my di*k
Pop that pus*y like a zit
f*ck do you mean
Gun on me, suck my di*k yea
Stay with that Glock
I won't run from the opps
You see a shot
That's not me, that's the cops
Stop it, aye
Gothic, aye
Might rip the head off the prophet, aye
Andy my clips, Milonakis, aye
Empty that b*tch it ain't nothing, aye
f*ck it, aye
Bump him, aye
I put his mouth on the carpet, aye
Step on his head and then perf it, aye
Hope that sh*t talking was worth it, aye
Duffel bag
Think a n*gga need a duffel bag
You brought your boy
You duckin' b*tch
Pressure, son
Don't think these n*ggas want pressure, son
I grab the gun
Extend the clip
pus*y boy
Leave you bleeding like a pus*y, boy
You need a pack
You need a pic