#7

#7 lookit homie, I don't fuck around so pack a lunch for when you're strucken down I'll crush ya stomach make the blood come out bitch don't correct me I need them to listen to shit more intently & who gave you a headset to come direct things? - no, it ain't your fault that they got me fucked up & I was so locked in I let off a stray one rough look I'm not gonna lie y'all shoulda let me be on drugs since I popped clutch I popped the trunk you'd think that I'm on one keep it rolling like it's 10 & 2 don't get it twisted I'm cutting necks as if the rent was due