Keep a glock by my side if a nigga mess wit me that suicide he said he can fight I'm bout to let deez bullets fly make his mama bout to cry that seems like a sigh opps be talk like they bout bryce hall put in a box bullets never gonna stopwipe him up with a mop my 40 never on lock i got bad bitch on my cock she suck my dick until i told her to stop sippin in peer condine i can't feel gotta get to these rack in stead tony stark you can call me tony stacks making so much cash nobody can't even count dat my diamonds dance they look like ranch she called me her man i didn't want thong i only wanted the tounge nigga talk shit i painted his whole block red made him go to bed feel like I'm playing darts i everything I let dem bullets spark it a bullseye please don't try i hate to make yo mama cry put em on shirt I'm off a perk so I'm moving like durk I'm a demon you can see it in my eye uh oh there's a homicide if i ever die the gonna slide i had to send him to the light the bullets hittem like Mike if nigga testin me dat shit get me tight