U can't talk gun bars bro. U grew up way too rural
One shot put ur face on the wall. They can trace it for ur RIP mural
Ya girl a hoe. Vag got no walls, when u in it u feel the grime
That pussy been gone viral way before it was hit for the millionth time
If I pull up know everyone in my crew shottas
Fly solo or I got a beast riding shotgun like Chewbacca
Act dumb and the Mac drum. Dead him for respect
No special olympics play Retarded and get this metal to ya neck
U got the swag of a fag. Type to bejewel ya handgun
style and get a round on ya head. U the type to rock a man bun
How u and ya bro both txted. Homie that ain't living
U ain't the best in the nbl or at ur dinner table at thanksgiving
ranking the battlers in ya fam the polls gonna sit firm
Everyone got Kung fu grip over pulse like a Indian wrist burn
Silencer on the grip. Let it pop and make no commotion
shell to the side of ya face let's see if you can hear the ocean
Buck shot from the shotty barrel u can die where u lay
All the small holes in u got u looking like a vampire buffet
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