strap

Gang , gang gang gang, bow I keep a strap in my shirt , shoot at an opp -he said that it hurt like, sliding for dead’s like I’m durk how many niggas I put on a shirt like, bitch Im demon you already know I’m catching a third like, pop me a perc my vision is blurred— I put a opp in the dirt, now all his homies are hurt - they beef with the gang tellin my ooter to let off a bang, he is a demon he shoot from close range, all of u niggas can’t hang, I put a beam on the gun I make em run- all of these niggas my sons like, let it bang , let it spray, none of yo niggas are getting away-upin the gun at yo face I beat the case ain’t no lil Tay k but I beat the race——-i beat the race nigga you trippin you must have been laced catching a body I’m running up fades -gettin away like, -his momma crying outside—thought he gon live be he got (shhhhh) that boy got hot he got fried got me shawty got me a dime ,opps lacking there gon be a fukin crime - I keep a strap in my shirt shoot at an opp he said that it hurt, sliding for dead’s like durk how many niggas I put on a shirt, bitch I’m a demon I’m catching a third GANG GANG GANG