I told her is u lying lil bitch u know I hate liars N this niggaz kkep the verse still send out fliers N my bby she the one that could burn dem tyrs On my mind bitch I ain't leaving no violence I told the bitch to play it on a low U know a gangsta gotta keep. It on low Told her u should know that a nigga on a show Yh that my life yh I glock I'm Finna blow N bby girl u know that u are my life N in a month time u could be my wife Got me to a sharp edge like is u a knife U know ima get it u. Know m. Finna strive for u Any shit I do is for two Bby girl u know I love uu*2 Erm I keep them tools in my waist U know m an opp so. I gotta keep. The pace Im sorry don't u worry this my life it's a race If not the money I ain't gonna know ur taste So a nigga keep a glock yh just to test his fate Tryna get the doe yh m Finna Tryna get the cake Toting on the glocks I be toting on the k If it ain't enough gotta tell me to my face N if it ain't enough gotta tell me that I ain't trying for this bitch Forever keep. It silent yh u know I ain't a snitch Been broke for too long so I gotta flip the switch Yh I gotta keep shit moving I be cropping Steady on my grind still make ur bitch tripping Sipping on the Lean then u catch a nigga slipping slipping damn it u catch a nigga slipping I told her is u lying Walk up in my house then I find u crying If a nigga hurt u then he dying I ain't showing no mercy I might keep him silent