holy moly so much guap at the dealership tryna photoshop big pistol robo cop cut you out like the photo cropped my my bitch trip I don't know those bops my wrist drippin big pimpin your clique snitches made my stomach hurt like six inches relly told me fuck it get riches fuck your bitch N then I get missin pull my dick out bitch kiss it genie in my trousers baby if you come and rub it you could probably get wishes i seen bitter get vicious I know hitter that's will get wicked I teach my youngins don't crash out cause when you get locked up you probably won't get visits I'm dressed in gucci my bitch bad and boogie I'm steppin like boosie spin wit this lil uzi yougin a goofy he let that bitch hit his drank wit a roofy oh he be trappin he think that he gucci Icall him klay he don't think he just shootin sold chris rocks use to think he was pookie i hit yo block you gone think we was hooping bullets hot everything clanking swooshin think the beef stopped we pop up on yo block shoot us a movie and put it on tubi