(Persona)

Tigoat shit man you know what the fuck going on

Yeah, Yeah

(Glokmane)

Yeah I'm boutta heave it (Bow)

That **** keep talking that shit like he bout it, that boy not a demon(Bow, Bow)

That **** a pussy, this drank got me slow but lil' **** I see it(I see it)

I don't care if god said it lil' **** I ain't gone believe it

(Fa Fa Fa) .762 at that boy its a whole lotta' bleeding

I got this burna' on me pull it out its a whole lotta' grieving

These bullets, beck him, catch em' yeah its a whole lotta receiving(whole lotta, whole lotta)

**** be talking bout blicks like thats really the shit that he on

That boy only tough through the phone

The fuck is you on?

I send em the lo' and them boys gonna blitz

That boy ain't a steppa' ain't standing on shit

Yeah, before I go give em a sack I go run up in Sak's and go C-C my kicks

Yeah, **** I'm in love with my choppa, in love with my baby, in love with my stick

And **** I'm calling my choppa the answer cause if it's a problem the shit getting fixed

Yeah, Kamé got choppas the size of a titan

Ain't doing no talking, ain't doing no fighting

Yeah gang gonna slide, yeah they be keeping that fye

The choppa go doo-doo-doo-fah

He think that he God

Yeah, Imma knock that boy off of his pedestal, show him he not

**** you'd think that my pockets be hurtin' the way that a **** be keeping these knots

Gang keep one four like Mobley

I keep two fours like Kobe

Tell my bitch to go get it I send her off with my left like 'Nobli

Yeah F.S is the gang that's the guys

You play with gang yo ass a get fried

We sending em up send his ass to the sky

**** keep talking like he wanna die

Yeah, imma put that boy up on shirt, now his momma she crying she askin' me why

Why-Why-Why-Why-Why-Why-Why-Why-Why

That **** kept talking that shit now that pussy ass **** got left in the dirt

Yeah you try to play with me ****, you play with the gang and yo ass a get murked

He thought that he brolic, he bout it, that **** he ain't bout none of that shit he exert

My bitch off the perky she booted up, yeah lil **** she off of this Earth

Yeah gang from a city of killas' but **** you know that we making it work

Yeah I'm boutta heave it (Bow)

That **** keep talking that shit like he bout it, that boy not a demon(Bow, Bow)

That **** a pussy, this drank got me slow but lil' **** I see it(I see it)

I don't care if god said it lil' ****

I ain't gone believe it

(Fa Fa Fa) .762 at that boy its a whole lotta bleeding

I got this burna' on me pull it out its a whole lotta grieving

These bullets, beck him, catch em' yeah its a whole lotta receiving(whole lotta, whole lotta)

**** be talking bout blicks like thats really the shit that he on

That boy only tough through the phone

The fuck is you on?