9mm in holster bat in the trunk like sosa Mac by the pump they poured up got swords dying from boredom had run up on em cuz they fakin bodies in the moss they stinkn caught them off gaurd while they blinkin caught them at the crosswalk in a Lincoln got hit on a lean out must of been faded left the keys out watch the money grow like a bean spourt saw police at the detour told my nigga had to reroute had to make play in the post malone feds tapped my phone bitch hid my chrome hit the jay i was stoned to the bone while bumping Bone bone bone send the us the addy and we going 757 we boeing 3rd eye nigga we knowing flow too tight cant clone it ugly step sister like chole gotta watch out for the set up bringing my bitch up her name Beretta she got the vendetta to make your sweater look like it was sprayed up by ketchup dont let up her sights they will catch you I betcha fly on command like if was delta fireworks in the sky like a fiesta shot your bitch ass drive off in vespa 9mm in holster bat in the trunk like sosa Mac by the pump they poured up got swords dying from boredom suicide door when they rose up