I be throwing shots with the glocks at you fuckin ass imma bop ya you gone crash meet biggie poppa I'm gone dash my 45 gone fuckin stop ya one of my Dawgs might rob ya for ya commas keep my hammer on me might bop you if I'm being honesty I can't stop it I hate you and yo brother yall some fucking harmless mother fucker I'm gone stomp ya fuck you daddy and yo mother yall some nasty fuckers I straight skeet in hummers yall are being bums I might pop you I might send you to the lord I'm might kill ur brother too since he tryna say the worst if it two on one boy yr eating dirt and yo bitch is a flirt I might smash but don't fuqck around you'll get hurt don't get put on a shirt boy I'll do the worst do ur family dirty I'm gone shoot up yo house get my hands dirty both my glovks hold more than 30 why yo momma smell why yo house so dirty don't get put on a stretcher yo bitch say I'm better and I make her wetter raining out side shifty weather it's youre fucking head I'll sever glocks 45s all up in side my sweater put that on my boy rip the tether white snow shawty want my white bone don't got an I phone stay out my zone keep off my throne I am the king I make you shawty moan shawt call me on my phone she wanna cum I said shawty please I fucked once that's enough if you miss me that tough