Sunday morning hit the choppa posting my rules they scared I'm being a threat they scared hitting my back i will kill you never worry about my voice here posting rules I'm a threat hit my blog i will whip my nigga I'm annoyed i will kill you they hitting the ground I'm just leaving the country leaving my son with the stupid niggas with a question mark hit the big screen full of jewellery hide the jewl in the closet find your place in a coffin stupid nigga you're a dead prick cute boy but I'm heartless ask my friends at school yeah I'm just watching myself on a mirror they bringing the chopper I'm just pulling the trigger I'm blowing the choppa im in trouble