viper records bless em die for the fam and the nig**** you gonna kill for i lost my pride but I'm humble like a new born I lay with glock bitch is fisty cause i can't trust em I count the bag filled with cash like a speed rocket ahh man i spitting like a new target hoody black my gun drawn for a new project so easy life could be busy phone keeps ringing like a man in a meeting always been left here with em spotlights paparazzi bitches with em fuck gang told me that you love me gat to show me don't be hatty spoilt superghetti always counting pennies told my glock i made it nig**** could be mad I don't give a fuck sexing with a whore when its 10 o'clock bitches wanna make a punch line but can't take a punch is like lying to the glock that you love if you gat a fist you squeezing it don't be looking for attention that you never get rouse royce speed like a fucking jet screaming while she fucking wet told em the trap just his net pussy