Don't talk to me Ill rip my tone

gotta ton of guns

Heater like da sun

Get the chrome

Beretta to yo jaw fo the fetty in ya home We came ready with the strap We gon break into ya dome

we gon break into ya dome

smile full of chrome

tile full of opps

and we pilin the phones

teller with the bag

and them eyes never roam

out like a light

in my sight like a drone

she wanna ride

glock by my side

I don't give a fuck

burn a bridge cut ties

pussy boy fried

duel .45

devil may cry

when that trigger say hi say

yeah my chain hang low

and my chain stay rose

gang gon bang

now yo payday froze

aim real high

now they stay real low

yellow tape run

while my green gon grow

caught em 6th sense now they Crowe sent to other side, with the K now they croak always on the creep like in chevy COE if im CEO ima see to chop like tree drop em, leaves

fuck yo team, fuck yo clique

fuck yo gang and i fucked yo bitch fuck everything, put yo brain on tint methylene blue, notha stain on my grip

gun play, ain't a game

when we sprayin on that runway

duck goose, couldn't handle all the gun weight sundown, prayers up looking mundane fuck fame, numb my pain till i'm gone phantom in my house like it's alive

talkin rolls royce

R&R when she slide

shawty chickenhead under stars poltergeist talkin fowl play

send em up to see the light

immortalize