make yo hand what I’m the nigga wit the drama 9 milli hit his chest had him hollin for his mama don’t you play me like I’m sweet Glock switches get to cuttin up they hit your man’s first and left his shirt sum like a button up your other man’s got hit too and nw your face like wtf we spent like 4 times back to back it ain’t no lettin up that ole skool a ls1 it ain’t no catchin us got 2 drakes and 30s on glocks look like a metro bus evil and deranged wit thoughts of murder on my brain they say that niggas ah change when they run into change but I can never switch up stayin solid’s in my vains ima natural born Beast that can never be tamed rock solid to the core I won’t switch up on my dawgs cause when I ball then they ball but if I fall they on call and if I need a nigga gone they splattin brains on the walls bitch we too many strong Blood