Letras
Aye, aye, all 'cross the state, but I'm not a trooper
That Glock make him freeze, I call him Medusa
I might shoot a movie I ain't talkin bloopers
Choppas and glizzies we trashin the Rugers
It's hella work in my trap and 100 shots for any intruder
He think he a pit, get turned to a bitch
You think you a dog, well you can get neutered
I got the work, this cost fewer
Whole lotta sticks, this one newer
My trap beneficial like who need a tutor
Bitch give me brain and I ain't talkin tumor
She suckin me up, I ain't talkin to her
She say she ain't know me but she know I knew her
Her boyfriend a thug but he really a hooper
I turn that boy vegan it's Wishy the shooter
I cut him to shreds, Freddy Brodie Kreuger
I stay on alert watchin out for intruders
And I stay to myself I don't get into rumors
Had to mask up like I'm driving for Uber
I jumped in the stu like I'm diving, no scuba
I used to steal bikes I got tired of the scooter
Pass the glizzy to Wishy I'm a alley-ooper
Pulled up in a Jag, got chased by a cougar
We spitting this heat but it ain't from no Ruger
Got what you need still'a serve a consumer
Ima speed off but I came for my loot first
Wake up and get money is what Ima do first
He turned to rat now his home is the sewer
I'm really real right so I'm fuckin with fewer
Ain't been in the booth in a minute got new work
They pointed the finger I'm knowing that you hurt
Boy you a bird, I ain't talkin Larry
Drop your location and stop being scary
This shit get bloody I ain't talkin Mary
Counting up cheese like I work in the dairy
Fat wood, look at the cherries
Smoking Gelati and cranberry
She like you high, bitch, very
Smell like that gas and Burberry
I'm thinking bout buying a choppa
Or buying some Dolce Gabbana
Like Future I fuck up some commas
I'm still giving racks to my momma