Hop out the v ima throw I said lotti gun die by the Poe smokin lotti got me deady and u know we sippin that henny smokin lae got me feelin hi like boy he got sent to the sky beam em with that ak47 like boy he sent to heaven got a knock in my pocket be feedin to click grah grah both they moms dead in my spliff grah grah lotti had ran and tripped sha gz ran on him. Catch me a opp im letting it spray say doa put a hole in to face rah rah hopped in a cab he ain’t never coming back