Please Lord forgive me for what I'm finna do to these niggas ha ha ha ok let's get it started smoking on the pack in the back getting ready for my Choppa to go click clack you know how we do spin the block we got Glocks no gay shit be sitting on are cocks already cocked bouta go bop bop bop in the moonlight midnight crocks and socks spinning the block day n night got them niggas looking over they shoulder like nigga got PTSD niggas insta be looking like a will Choppa run out hit them like I'm notti snatch that chain catch them lacking while they catching a much think I'm ice spice but u ain't feeling shit when me and the click hit ain't this bouta bitch nigga I'm him i got tims chilling with my nigga grim like the reaper ima pep her used to be a grounds keeper heat her my name ain't peater parker got an orange marker all that nigga just a talker his bitch harper sharper with this dick i got it in his bitch she left me with a itch i left his ass in a ditch nigga I'm rich i ain't gonna worry about some bitch witch used to hit the switch hips ships lips drips thick thighs blue eyes ain't see other guys I'm about get high good bye guys