fuck da op

What you mean you put bullets in your strap you know I put something in my clip and I squeeze and pull it back and let it clap I’m from the city call Cali and my life is like a page and you know nothing about it so keep it on your own ways but you remember last week when you tried to run me over in yo car but I caught you lacking da next day and you got shot arm but you survive that like a gift and a case but I told you I never miss and that’s ok it kinda cold out side so I always keep my head no matter the case you know I’m a gangster tho so I always keep my pants low walking down the streets pop you in the head and nock out your dreads hoe it’s funny how you got a gun sike you just a bum