i jus copped me a beamer wipe you off the floor stanley steamer i shoot the three it a green i’m gilbert areanas clean off my gun like a sneakers servin the feinds i’m the reason you see streakers all black add the mask grim reaper don’t snitch we made it out the bottom cus we tryna hit a lick on ya whole shit take the money take the bitch kill the monkey take a fish break the wine take a dish i remember playin hide n seek wooden sticks now we got real sticks n we call em bliqs they gon rlly boom if we see yo cliq we gon shoot a flick no netflix just straight sex all my dawgs tote tecs sendin bullets out cha neck yo ian fruity smokin the za n puffin the zooties i want a thick bitch big booty i jus wanna be a star lil uzi ion care i’m making racks bronem say one word to the feds he a rat hop out the benz wit a mag n they wonder why he ain shootin me back smokin on tha pack she gripping on my sack i tote a pole my shii never catch no slack all them gun bars wack let’s real gun smack don’t ever drop yo flag i let my pants sag let my pants drag ik i got my fans moma mad thts to bad unless yhu want i toe tag