Yea I said I’m bouta go dum I’m like Bart Simpson when I’m off these drugs seen my momma watch me turn into a thug movin

Yea I said I’m bouta go dum I’m like Bart Simpson when I’m off these drugs seen my momma watch me turn into a thug moving these packs I was selling these drugs in these streets I was hanging wit thugs fill ur body with hollows n slugs we don’t play cause we got it from the mud We ain’t calling um friends we calling I’m blood made thru the rain ya we made it thru them floods now we sipping drank ya we filling these cups fucking big dogs u ain’t fuckin wit pups ask yo bitch y she hanging from my nuts beating that bitch like she needin new struts rolled up The fire ya we smoking in runts Sucking my dick y she rolling her tongue Man I copped out now she feel like she won Ain’t fucking wit pistols ya we holding them drums shit that hit yo chest it be filling ur lungs take yo last breathe befire the feeling go numb know that u lost but u feel like u won knowing my name cause I’m always on the run running from the dark but I’m always in the light always run they mouth but they never wanna fight stop talking active we can get it tonight we can step left or we can step right or u can get to stepping I can do this all night