(G you made this shit?)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6 sticks

7.62's these ain't regular

These bitches hit your Tesla

And make your shit flip, bitch

A, B, C, D E, F, and N

Everywhere I go

This bitch right next to me

My bestest friend

I'm the artist at the door

You better not think I'm checking in

Bro I won't enter into your club

If I can't bring my weapon in

Aye, fuck all that talking

Bitch you got some money?

A 50 ball on your head

Shit don't cost for nothing

Everywhere I go my shooters with me

They got all the buttons

**** dying cause his pride

Really all for nothing

We got all that iron, get to firing

This bitch hold 100

See them bullets flying

He started crying

He couldn't hold his stomach

Seeing all them holes inside his body

Froze cold, he vomit

Caught with all them poles

Ain't on parole

That **** told or something

Aye, we with all that bully, all that savage shit No messy shit

She ain't give it up on the first night

Won't even text the bitch

I just let her through

When she want two

No, I don't stress the bitch

I be grabbing her neck and pulling her hair When we having sex and shit

Come here

Like where you going?

Soon you try to run

Then imma get to throwing

Glock 23

We dunking shit

But this ain't Michael Jordan

Sick he love to shoot without permission

He just get to blowing

Pull up from the 3, shoot with precision

Got a different form

Stand over him

Fill him up with all these tacos

We be the one in these streets

They be ducking them potholes

We be tryna rob, let's get outside

Tell him drop low

Go ask them **** bout us

We paint shit up like Picasso

Shit (fuck)

I'm tired of yelling, bitch my head hurt

Them **** still tryna get back

Cause they was dead first

Same **** talk bout Casey death

He got dead worse

Same **** laugh cause Raymond left

Made his head burst

A fifth of lean, you come with some drink

Might get a free verse

We put shit in boxes scrapping shit

We put shit on T-shirts

Miss them bodies close? No you didn't

**** reverse

Bail out the car and hawk his ass down

Until your feet hurt

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6 sticks

7.62's these ain't regular

These bitches hit your Tesla

And make your shit flip, bitch

A, B, C, D E, F, and N

Everywhere I go

This bitch right next to me

My bestest friend

I'm the artist at the door

You better not think I'm checking in

Bro I won't enter into your club

If I can't bring my weapon in