boss

I’m a mother fucking boss I could send him wit a blick if he ain’t on foot then we hit him in his whip I remember sending packs and I’m never getting caught riding wit a shooter yeah that’s my setbox I could drop 40 sumn thousand I get everybody shot if you get ur bro to wind his friend I will prolly not red beam rolled down the window I gave him chicken pox never was a time in my life that I would talk to cops I heard you bitch got directed I really hope not talk the plug to west and got my blessing wit this glock in the kitchen whipping I’m just tryna see the dope lock my cousin got a blick we bout to hit em in a week spot A junkie calling now he asking what we got ur bitch thirsty she just wanna see a hard knock come and learn os and get ur presser in a few blocks auntie got prescriptions we just traded for a ounce a rock she gon smoke regardless better knowing that it’s my chop I’ll never front cause you can’t pay me by my next drop feeling like the future fuck his bitch in fendi flip flops your main hitter got hit in his head his eyes went criss cross im tryna start a business wit this chick like I’m Rick Ross I’m tryna find a brick of shh so I could step on I’m tryna find another town to take and get the hell on I ain’t even tryna hit this lick I’m at a chevron my bro a shooter lethal weapon wit some tefion riding in the car wit white boys zack efron Boutta hit the trap and remix and get stretch on changing numbers 2 3 6 like I’m lebron 3507 snub nose called the python if you pull that bitch out you better shoot it like a Nikon riding in the passenger seat your bitch a side arm I heard you bitch got directed I hope not