Got a bad bitch with a ganstatude she always acting rude in a gangsta mood, so hard she take your whole damn plate of food. Bitch what ya do, don't ya know thats rude, imma pop lude then bust a fuckin tune im singing to the moon, so get to your muthafuckin room before you meet my fuckin broom better scramble getting pissed not enough legroom , imma get to shooting soon, l hustle up fast, my niggas pull that, shake hands, meet the gat. Boom, boom, boom, you know we coming wit them sticks and we going till we hear them muthafuckin clicks, you know who the fuck this is, FattBoiii, imma fuckin dick real ass big muthafuckin prick, lil too quick to pull the fuckin blic n shoot bitch in her shit, like yo hairdresser,,, im dying them muthafuckin wigs with that 5.56. Be careful if you try to diss imma make ya bitchass sick, gotta trudge through this stupid ass bullshit. comin at yo bitchass with full clips spittin them fuckin hornets, my team never miss caught yo ass tryin ta diss, flingin lead right at yo whip stuck in my muthafuckin head addicted to the bread, prone to flinging lead. If you a fed aiming for yo head leave you ass fucking dead listen to what the fuck I said. Always banging red to our Bloods that are dead we still show respect, pull up with the tech. I put it in her neck like a throat check. 3 niggas on deck ain't gone catch a rest cuz imma be the best all this shit is a test don't make a statement you writing names imma chase the fame plans in my brain. you gone know my name and what the fuck I claim bitch we ain't the same I aim for your brain, trying ta cause you the same amount pain have you ever got shut in rain. im in fuckin sane if ya wake up nudered you were spagootered pulled up on a scooter at least your not a shooter, making money by the hour im fittin to devour anything you value, got you in a mood what you gone do caught her in nude sleeping with another dude. you ain't my fucking dude, so cut the tude i can be rude, coming unglued, this gonna conclude, this hella crude rap, you better stay back won't ever catch me on slack we shoot the Mac, thats a blood attack no joke we back, on the mile thats 7 town. leaving bodies on ground all while working on our sound hear it from the side then its time to die, stare you in the eye while eating bologna on rye. 4 8 2 0 5 where the niggas reside take care of mine im pulling the 9 cuz you trying to dime, everyone knows he mine bring him here on muthafuckin sight, Follow me to the basemen3t, we gone yo brain split, it gone twis, close yo legs you know the gas coming from ass gone make nigga pass. anyday can be yo last thats fucking facts. I'll slap yo ass with a handful of tacks then I rip out your tracks, you ain't with that dumb ass bitch u all cap u ain't all that. Around here all I do is pass cuz their all fuckin wack most prolly even got the goddamn clap, but I will cum on ya back or all over your face go on bitch take a taste.