Run up in his shit take everything he got, head down the freeway finna hit his block, choppa in the truck but ofc I got my Glock, when I fukkin pull up leave em wetter then a mop,

Aw shit, break into his shit, cuttin up like mad max, all black fit yea hit em with that blakk gat, We don’t bark bitch my **** we gone bite back, all you **** Bitchs none of y’all gone fight back,

Aye pull up leavin corpses, the black swordsmen, bodies piling up man this is shit so exhaustin, I’m gettin fukkin nauseous, my stomach been den tossed it, when you **** come around you better stay cautious, 

Run up in his shit take everything he got, head down the freeway finna hit his block, choppa in the truck but ofc I got my Glock, when I fukkin pull up leave em wetter then a mop,