I don’t care cause I got that Glock 17 and it come with a hundred round drum and I got it on my side and I got it on my lap ima shoot them niggas eye and if that nigga mess with me he gon get shot face shot got ‘‘em bow throw my yungins In cloud and you know we on they block bouncing out with a hundred shots leave them stank in leave them rotten that money flying up in my pockets they be like that nigga capin hold up hit them with that switch he ain’t duckin this that nigga tried to jump that fince and then I upped my blick I got that smithy nigga kno not to play with me yea we turned up in that Honda ain’t no coop this not no village