ay bitch get yo gawp up pussy nigga getchyo gawp up u a bitch that stuck in class rhyming on the beat teacher tell me pay attention I don’t give a fuck im da nigga u talking shi on the net ima pull the trigger u leak the addy it’s a bet I’ll take time out my day to let that blood spray on the pavement already setting up the funeral arrangement u don’t want to die leave ur momma to cry ima have the lawyer lie ima beat the case and ima bust a nut on your bitches face and ima fuck that bitch like she a disgrace load the rounds with the trace they tend to chase don’t be surprised if one catch u in the head talking shi on the net will leave u dead ,on me im smoking up all these trees it’s my typa oxygen, h20 no thc my favorite typa green not talking bout normal trees talking bout the ones u push damn this bitch needa shave or ima name her Georga bush talking shi I hear about it everyone hush got a load of the good stuff finna sell around ops lurking ready to bounce ima fucking predator u talking shit ima pounce who tf u think u is u can still catch these hands if u like that u can catch this blick ur girl love my Oreo stuffing and mixed dick ur a bitch loading of the clip hitchu wit a hollow go to ur girls crib she suck my dick and swallow piss or your grave nigga where’s my money u owe me I want to get paid ay you really fuck with those blue berry faygos, fuck all these fake hoes don’t play me for a dummy I know load the Choppa let it blow with the crew smoking on some blue got a new glock got a switch got a new bitch breaking out the matrix this shit a glitch we can run them ones no guns just for funs come on let’s run them ones 120 on a chain white gold fuck that shi it be to plain 24 karot gold shi never get old hanging wit stevoski he like a brother he like no other uk we can count on eachother I’ll slide Ian afraid to die pussy niggas talking too much pride letting them bullets collide they ain talking they shit now they all dead uk me ima ghost dodging these feds got yo bitch making this bed uk she like to give me that good head sound like gawk gawk gawk she gagging on this cock I just wanna rock rock rock staying strapped with the Glock these fake niggas can’t bake uk they fake don’t be surprised they tend to betray I got all these diamond on my tray shining dancing like michal Jackson so much flashin ur girl riding me with a passion I didn’t have to ask it was just in the moment I’m sorry I stole yo bitch she just wanted my 7 inch dick u talking shit on the net it will leave dead a body to my blick my homie said leviathan axe she say I’m lying but I don’t wear any caps that’s on principles of facts all these lyrics written by me kash on the highway we going fast money on the dash running from the feds running until they dead I can’t get caught up I’m not trying to get locked up I don’t want to be like my dad that motherfucker treated my mom so bad then these niggas have the audacity to call me trash nigga u don’t know what I’ve been through so much shit can lift up a roof u really have no clue what I’m capable of to do smoking on the gas call it doododoo