that gal

Freestyle king, I'ma do my thing Married to the game, I'ma need a ring Run up on me, that choppa sing Brand new bitch, that's a brand new ting Broke up with my bitch, now she my side bitch Text me on my side-kick, huh, yeah She gon' keep the strap in her purse like a dyke bitch Run up, she fire shit, uh, yeah Nigga, just lose it, niggas be faker than optical illusions Run up on me, that chopper skip to conclusions I don't give a fuck, with your bitch, I'ma do her Paul Wall with her, I'ma chop her and screw her, uh Brand new money Run up on me, chopper hoppin' like a bunny I don't walk it, I run it Keep it one hundred Headshot, headshot, drive-by in a Hummer