Whats the on your wrist its a f*cking Cartier
My gang to legit to much guap don't gotta share
Finna catch him at the light walk him down it wasn't fair
I got hell Glocks & K's
They don't know what i been on
That lil boy yeah he get spent on
To much guap i get your wig gon
Bitch i miss my cut up
We gon knock yo brother
Gotta keep my cutter
Two Glocks in the gutta
I got two Glocks in the range
Bitch you got no f*cking aim yeah
Came up from the trenches I ain't talking Fredo bang yeah
That lil nigga lame yeah
Bitch I'm too geeked for this function
If he run up then we dumping
Im to swift I ain't no dummy
Should've knew this shit was coming
Hollow tips you hear them thumping
Bitch I want that bag tho
I jus want them racks tho
All these niggas be so fake
I jus want that guap and paper
You run down you might get faced
With this glock I got no faith
Bitch i got that pole
Yeah lil shawty sucked me up
You know how that go
And my niggas tout barrettes
Finna snatch his soul
Told lil shawty keep her head up
Cause my heart so cold
Told that bitch to speed up Yeah i hit the dash
And lil bruh always need sum Go get your on cash
And lil chxppa he gon creep up
Thats two shots in your back
And lil Klurqz got that heater he make em run fast