don’t show no sympathy on dat nigga show these niggaz u steppin put dat glickey on dat nigga pop em till it’s empty put some hickies on dat nigga like u tryna romance him I got picky on these bitches all I like dancers I put fifty on my shooter ain’t no target practice got fifty of em that coola wrapped up in that plastic put a spot light on that ruger gotta see you when I blast it put a scat pack in dat charger now that bitch go faster hold on back back lil momma we on that level you on snap chat up under only fans can see you when u take off dat persona you ont wanna see me when I’m blacked out in dat jumper bitches realy wanna see me maxed out in that bunker smoking wit Dede demons I be battiling wit my consince bitch stayin on my dick blowing up my shit ain’t even left the house yet feeling like im from the west coast with the cal tech all you niggaz got a lot of dope on da internet can’t buy a bitch shit cause you broke wit ya Cappin ass she she gone come and duck with the goat cause I got a bag got ya bitch naked on a boat boi shaking ass actin like u will but u won’t wit yo faking ass I get on a pill and kill da monk make her take that this nigga on da field he ain’t officiall wea da red at I ain’t got no whistle just dirty dick 380 hit for a loss put it on the board that’s a safety when dese devils out eveb Jesus couldn’t save you nigga try to cross me ima crucify em baby