GO FED!

Bullets'll put yo' ass up with the birds

She said I'm "articulate" with the words

That's how I got her to gimme' the slurps

Pull on they block, I'm gon' lurk

Tryn' play ball, I ain't wearin' no Jers'

We in a Range, gimme the turk'

Shit throw ass, I love how it twerk

Blow my gun, I love how it jerk

Makin' opp niggas run, I love how it work

You is a bitch, you don't put in no work

Nigga, we'll send bullets like bread on the first

Bust in the bitch throat, helpin' her thirst

You'll get put on a Tee like some merch

You wan' play? Then, I'ma reherase

I'ma up this Glock, I'ma blow this shit first

Gang (Swag)

He tryn' hop in that Jag'

Skrt, Boom! Bustin' yo ass

Fuck them niggas, they be goin' out bad

You slippin, don't get caught in that cab

He think he low, he can't hide in that mask

He think he good on the 'Net, so I crashed

She give me so much neck, Giraffe

Then, I hit from the back, cuz' she got a fat ass

You gimme' the gat, then, I'm really gon' blow

Aye, 5iveten? Piece my So'

.62s hot, shits leavin' him froze

Hop with the Glock, shit put him below

I'm tryn' Throw in the Field like Mahome

In front of ya' crib like a Garden Gnome

I'll get up on him, while he alone

He got his head down, all in his phone

Nine-double-M bullet, eatin' his dome

Shit left pinned down, all in a prone

Now, he watchin' over his bros like a drone

Speakin' on bro'? Better watch yo' tone (I'm So Slimee)

You'll get rocked, I'll hit you with stones

Better stay 50, I'll run in ya home

Tryn' play on the 'Net? Get hit with the Chrome

Opp niggas always tryn' wolf on the phone, I don't play like that

He got whooped Downtown, he ain't try to fight back

These seven .62s, he ain't tryn' fight that

He got put in a Box, now, he gettin' Matched

Bae'boy tried to Box, then, he got Packed like a Eighth

Roll up on a opp, have a nigga on Skates

Jumpoutgang, had him hoppin' the gate

But, he was too late, he fell on his face

I'll send a opp Outer Space

I start drawin'? He gettin' erased

He tried run, but he got chased

Them bullets too fast, he was tryna race

Come thru the Courts? I'ma slam like Blake

I'ma knock out his mind, shit gettin' misplaced

You tryna walk, better pick up ya pace

I'll make you Run Home, back to ya' Base

Come thru, let shit Boom like Bass

Fuck 808, this Glock got a kick

Jump out the V', get smoked like a Nic'

I'll kill shit for my dogs, John Wick

I'll cook a opp nigga like a fish stick

He'll get Jelly knocked out his Biscuit

I'll spark his top up like insent

Headshot, you'll get killed, instant

Tell all the opps "Play D', I love to shoot, and No, I ain't talkin' 'bout hoops

These shits hot like soup, I'll leave a opp nigga noodle, he gettin' loose

I'll make him Lean like Juice

I'll put the knock on his masseuse

Lil bitch tryn' work, get knocked out her boots

She think shit cute, now, on the news, bitch (Bitch)

Fuck? (Fuck?)

(Now, she on the news)