Fortune

i from east st louis got bodies aint gotta prove it i done shot so many niggaz its bodies all in my music bodies im influenced wit im a party pooper I ruin shit dat 40 teleport a nigga to heaven back to the future shit i be stepping i do my shit boy yo ass a get deep fried i fuck her then my nigga fuck ha flipped ha trampoline style when i shoot shit i hit all neck and my team foul this 1911 chicka chicka boom boom bing bow aretha franklin bullets make a mfk sing loud bitches be like terror is that you yo jewelry bling blaw im in the duece 9 on bond u know i got that thing out hoes in and out my crib im knocking bitches sonic rings out pressure frl who next to get killed duck yo taco meat last year i smelled so much mfkn blood making faucets leak Hennessy by da fif extended clips and Choppas on the seat selling spoiled milk with the clumps hit this u not go blink guns in my white bitch name i flush shit put ya life in a drain come fuck wit some yo life change vegetable yo life so lame im sliding in a stolen tesla with a Glock thats not in my name lookin like a homeless person murking after i ask do u got some change put ya hoe in chicken wing and stretch ha we go do plenty things imma compress ha like pound of weed yeah it's go beee sexual im in Centerville with a bitch dat look like dat deal she eat dick and etc I give ha long dick all in her face she eating a tape measurer im on some cool shit i got too many bitches to make it better u can you can the bitch i fw just help me chase this cheddar dat iron hot alligator eat teeth up on thus glock them halos ate his sweater plucked his fucking feathers cracked his crystal ball head like a Fortune teller