Sounds like u ready for yo funeral Quit capin bet bread imma shoot a too Yo family hate u now n da gang use2 fuck yo ho Won’t play no mo drop yo addy n I’m comin threw U know beat yo ass that’s y u come around no mo I’m trained to go n I’m riding wit a pistol too U lost yo bitch that make u cry the most Quit yo job cuz u be really n yo feeling tho Aint punch yo sis I beat that pussy up Aye it’s a difference bro I ain’t made at cha that sum u don’t know about Yo baby mama had u thinking she was working Hole time she Ah ho u crying on the phone Ain’t wanna go to yo house Keep ma mom name out yo white trash mouth Keep taking imma beat u in yo damn house Talkin on my name tryna get Ah Lul clout I’m n yo fucking hood n I never seen u out Fuck u talkin bout bitch I duck no reck Mob wit da tect goin die bout respect Stunt wit Ah check n guns new led Check da shoe game u can tell I get bread Throwing money up some might land on yo head Lay u down to bed hop u rest n peace Pussy ass Lul boy tryna check me