All I want is a hunnid million in my bank account

You ain’t no killer you ain’t touch nobody what you faking bout

My **** slide while yo **** die we tryna make it out

Yo bitch want a kid I don’t want that bitch I leave it in her mouth

**** scared of me always talking bout blue like what he plotting now

Just brought a stick to ARP I’m tryna let off rounds

This bitch in love with me I won’t give her dick she start to cry and frown

Bitch I’m a dog I should of never took her to the pound

MmmMm

Killers call me Cig homie

You miss a hit get DP’d Ian training no flunkies

That’s on the guys

All your homies turn right into straight Junkies

Cuz we swang like ape monkeys

Make em run like Harriet Tubman

**** getting swatted if they bug

Bring out tool if I see flies

And everyday I step for Say

This for all them night that I done cried

He say he Tre but now he 5

Don’t look at us when that boy died

He’s on the ground but say he Fly

Bitch I’m from Grape I gotta slide

Hurd he broke I know he mad

No wonder why he hate me

Hurd his niece got packed out and he couldn’t save his baby

You Hurd me bitch won’t do me nun

Another reason why he mad

I showed you bitch a thousand times

That pussy know this shit get bad

Mmhm