trappa no scamma bih im drippin Tropicana ball like a hawk no atlanta ice on my neck bad santa mask up gucci bandana got this model bih wit me she used to be a danca that zaza pound had to cost him that died from cancer next funeral day shots let off at the pastor who did it dont matter we aint hit no bystanders bih we do walk ups we dont shoot backwards shoot him in his thigh have him poppin oxycontin for the rest of his life til he ina coffin he lucly in he not in a coma couldve hit em in the head but i aint wanna