Call this shit 021299 I got a clock and I aim for your spine I got a Glock we don’t aim for the feet all I got to do is cock then I aim for your mind masked up in your yard no trick or treat but if you pick trick you get hit with the heat but you still get hit if you pick for treat I got to make it out, get it out of the streets all that bitch do is pout get the fuck out my sheets we kick yo door like that shit breech we stained your shirt like that shit bleach clapped down that ass that shit a peach she pull up to the crib and she suck like a leach like you in a dryer you get hit with the heat like I’m Michael Myers, you get left deceased At we don’t play I got some k’s ima spray this Glock that this shit mace we rise to the top like Tommy craze you can’t get top you ain’t never been laid I got a Glock and I’m hitting the switch I got that boy all matched like Mitch spin down yo block get scratched off the list yk I got drip 10 k on my wrist take you bitch on a trip leave her wet like mist I got a gun and this bitch got a lisp this story ain’t done this bitch got a twist