Dude fakin tough said he got bows n sum big bags money been da motive fa da paper we gone gt mad started off in school was sellin secs wen we switch class dice in bathrooms the teacher cough us we jus split cash Get bags ain’t worried bout no nigga pullin heat pullin out da lot Lincoln wit my 23 play da back street cause cause on da main it be stupid deep plus I’m ridin spended and my tags ain’t up to date wit me look me in my face dis shit is real yu can’t fake wit me it nigh jus be a Taurus but if it blow it knock yu out cha seat she ate da meat me n my main be ducking up da sheets we hit da streets and play da block cause it’s manda T I’m damaged G jus a lil not too much tho ..all dis gas yu see a nigga blow don’t be enough bro ..if I can’t gt ta yu my lil bro a make yu strut hoe.. empty out cho system like yo ass ain’t ate lunch tho ..if yu ain’t gone pop wen it time den why yu clutch fo Ik bitches dat a rock dey ham if yu come close.. but fuck dat I’m on another page so less flip da script barely at da spot wen momz gone tryina gt sum chips don’t need nobody vouching fa my hands cause dey dope as shit I’ll be der in like 5.7 minutes plus my smoke light yu gt dem packages wit regular gas her got over quick pressin hard lines bout dis money wit my glock strip em for his funds he reach for it den my G pop on yo shit fa fun Fa da paper shit gt I’ll boi don’t play we a gt up on yu fast...gt in da field like foreal jus don’t go n tell dem people wit da badge..in any givin situation ima pull it n jus let da glock is spaz...ima cuu ass nigga but don’t test me or ya Grinda gone gt mad