Aye aye uh aye got an like Lysol let it spray got beef with me better pray or you’ll be lookin at the heaven gate uh pause wait broke yo ankles made you skate I can’t mess with freinds they fake I’m not tryna end up dead I’m just runnin from the fed give me a glock lock on his head he dead ou there go another fed I will pop him to boy he smell like booty ou gettin in to fight I might take his life aye