Shot gun cocked up on my side bad bicth down ride duck wit me it’s homicide riding low blowing smoking gas’s getting cash fuxking bicths in the back I’m in trap whipping up in my kitchen yeah did it look like James Bond I’m on mission you ain’t fucking these digits big benhjeman franks fuxk what bicth thank causeght me rolling up in a tank ur broad my next date check mate Mefers ain’t trapping ask about me ima savage I do the damage Ak 47 wit a maylay telll that bicth boy to set up a play date motherfucking it’s going down lay mayday I’ll take ak to face blow ur brains in trunk motherfuxker I be crunck with shot gun an pump put pussy ass to sleep rest in pierce bicth tgod fuxk what u saying my boys banging in my street fuxk wit me an show u Rest In Peace bicths turn it up im off the leash getting twisted wit your bicths like it’s nothing mI’m getting crunk on the mass