Aye Glock automatic you know it be slapping got a brand new patent cause of the way I be rapping And trappin Like madden Pull out my blik bro I don't miss it hit like a brick hit em eight times in his hip watch him limp back to his whip but I said "I gotta finish this." So I run up and hit him in his head head full of led all he see is red now he dead I could here sirens in the distance so I hop back in the van feelin like a man skirt off the block clutching my glock While my shottas in back squak Saying "Talon was faster than Nascar," Then we get to the house I hop out made a YouTube story then I got some clout but the FEDS suspicious Actin superstitious but i got a hunger for blood it's just so delicious so I gotta kill some more Send they life out the door 🚪 so the next week hoppin out on fleet fast on my feet this man disrespected my momma so I had to go switch to semi auto hop in the Silverado eating tacos that's my moto dodging pot holes