Aye
Gang
To be honest it don't make no sense
That nigga broke he ain't making no cents
Oh he gone bitch I don't know where he went
Where'd he go
I don't know
But I heard he got hit wit a pole
Send shots bet he turn to a ghost
Oh he dead bet they gon make him a post
Pull out that glock he gon sing like Whitney
Don't send me yo music I heard it its shitty
If give the lil chop to my bro I bet he get busy
Taking his shit I bet lil bro finna get it
This nigga dumb he finna drop a lil diss
Chop bisexual bullets gon give em a kiss
He sending shots but I bet he gon miss
Been getting money I feel like I'm Chris
Hol on
Hol on
Wait
Bitch what the fuck is you talking bout
He don't dance I bet he gon walk it out
Gimme head I'm not tryna talk it out
He was running I'm still finna walk em down
Oh he mad you better go talk him down
Bullets flying my niggas gon spark it out
Nigga dead they finna go mark him out
Nigga dead you better go pick him up
She keep calling my phone I ain't picking up
Getting money these niggas be broke I'm sick as fuck
And that's part of the reason they sick of us
And that's part of the reason they mad at me
Oh he dead well that shit a casualty
Send shots we gon fuck up his sanity
Leaving em dead that shit was a tragedy
I was finna keep going but I'm finna stop
Sike
Talk shit then we taking yo bike
He aint dead we taking his life
Walk in this hoe wit a strap like a dyke
Bitch I got the glock bitch I'm not finna fight
Glock got a beam cant see we gon give him a light
Grabbing that pole since that boy said it's on sight
Since that boy said it's on sight
Whip out that choppa then a nigga died
And I don't gotta shoot we beating yo ass
Watching that lil nigga cry
He missed
At least that fuck nigga tried
Seen what
Watch him get shot in his eye
Get shot in yo back a nigga screaming ahh
I'm not even capping bitch I didn't lie