THROW AWAY BARS

Trapstar, we shooting, two-two's moving Run and hide, as my crew comes through, bitch Ay, KBS, motherfucker, you know how we do Trapstar, we shooting, two-two's moving Run and hide, as my crew comes through, bitch (haha) Posted up with the killers, yeah, the OGs Cut ya throat, watch ya blood run slowly Bitches wanna fuck with me, 'cause I'm dripped out But hated on me when I was posted up in G town (uh-huh) Selling buds, yeah, flipping on the daily Ride my bike and tagging on the train seats Had enough and had to get my money up Cunt was chatting hard, 'til he had to run it up Smack him in the face, take the drugs and the funds Teach a fat cunt not to fuck with the thugs I'm a KBS member, don't forget that But just in case, I'ma write it in my next track Louis V on my chest, with a blick tucked Fuck around and we sending you like Tooka (grrr, pow) She wanna Netflix and chill, I jus' wanna fuck, then dip I'm a gangsta, my girl can't be doin' that shit (uh, uh) Needa stay in this fields, with the thugs and clips Shotty out the whip, when it bust, it hits These cunts, they try and be me But they can't, so they sit back, grind the T (ha) Like cunt, you can try and be me But you needa kick back, flip packs, grind in the T (ha, for real) Double drop, then I'm back to the urch Ten lads, two whips and a blick that bursts (uh-huh) See a opp, then we joogin' him first Got ya bitch in the back, and she's doing the curse Hands on hips, and she shakin' her tits Shake that ass, throw it back, you already what it is Shook her tits so hard, that she broke a rib Once the ambulance quick, here just pop a brick (shit take it) Got a little bit of clout off 6WayZ Heh, good, I started trappin' in a sick place Buds and rock, what we sell for an income Tiny circle, no need for them shit cunts (fuck) All my old haters thinkin' I'm a sick cunt Life's short, so you gotta take the risk bruz (do it) Never lack, so you know we keep the blick tucked No asking questions, no, I'll never switch up (who's that?) Sick shots and we aim for head Kick the door, run it up, then we spinnin' the Benz (skrrt) Get a drop, then we spinnin' the ends We're KBS, fuck them leg shots, we leavin' 'em dead