Truck Fit

niggas be on that fuck shit stay on my grind truck fit left red on his jacket now he need a new fit these niggas they hate me like chris remember i aint have a pot to piss i aint got no friends can't cross Mee like chris free me dogs they bote they pits smoking on dope smell like arm pits up my glock b4 i close my fist pop out the cut he was scared took a shit doing hits out of lambos if i get rich get rich or die like 50 letoff 50 real fast its a semi that bitch she a hoe she fast i call her hemi these niggas they slow like timmy pistol whip a nigga in his face till he get silly the opps aint on shit slide thru hit a wheelie eyes stay open them niggas wanna kill me like im paralyzed these niggas dont feel me beef with us thats suicide outside bitch its do or die get jam up that bitch get ne cry for my brothers ill fucking lie play crazy now u need a new suit a tie head shot gang right between eye semd a goody straight to the sky wave this bitch like I'm saying bye ben with the shit since i was knee high out here killing shit like im ki dont need no practice bitch im ai the police the watching me like im kai