Letras
Imma kill myself before you get the chance
Got a 9 and a zip stuffed up in my pants
You can try me if you want to but you finna get fucked up
I'm the back breaking bad with my dawgs muhfucka
Shhh, I don't like when you talk
Matter fact I don't like myself so I can't even talk
Sorry bout that had to get that shit off of my chest
Put you down like a dog at the vet
All these rappers see my presence as a threat
But on some real shit I ain't even trying yet
Grabbing the game by the neck ring it out til there's nothing left
Pistol grip the glick and put two hallows in its chest
Imma whip the shit out this whip away
Pedal to the metal
We gon fly up out this bitch ain't getting caught today
Make it out of this shit okay
Ain't nobody finna look cause ain't nobody give a fuck about you mane
I'm just posted by my lonesome
Saw that boy was talking hot told him we can go son
Walk up on his homies with this pocket knife and poke him
He ain't even fight back knew that boy was no fun
Pew pew
Imma hit you with this old gun
Hot up in the chamber little bitch you can hold one
My bitch said you a bitch, guess it take one to know one
Do her like the blunt smoke, I hit it then I ghost her
Yeah, My chopper barking like it's Cerberus
Ain't nobody like me so I know you never heard of this
24-7 in the dungeon I been working bitch
Smoked out with the fucking Glock tight pistol grip