Gun bussin’- you can still smell smoke from the Sig
Certified hot boy I told you not to joke with the kid
I ain’t got it on me then that gemstar pokin’ ya ribs
You lose hope to live and I’m lovin’ every second of it
I told you that can’ll pop out if you push my buttons
bullets jumpin’- rippin’ thru ya back so you know I ain’t frontin’
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