It’ll get ‘bad, kid’...on some Angelica shit. Ya bitch is fucked when I’m liftin up/
Semi buss! I got ya doll...and the toy’ll have part of her wig missin like Cynthia/
I never play. You’ll get the message when the desi spray/
10 in the clip...he’ll see the point...I’m givin ‘resonate’/
I’m disrespectful! I’m at ya own house with your own queen/
Fuckin up the covers...we running through sheets like the home team/
The chrome steam...better pray dismiss you when the 9 shoot/
I slide through...and sit you down after it ring like “THE BELL DON’T DISMISS YOU...I DO”/
Pistol whip! Either the strap rock ya bell or the tool spray, scrap/
From point blank range...now MIC on the arm like a Cool J tat/
Since you and Allen a homies...I’ll come to his block - and both y’all get lined good/
Wit a gun big as Excalibur...I got the metal on my shoulder n Knighthood/
I ain’t with the talkin, fam. On sight, I’m letting clips fly to off this man/
Twin glocks off the holster! Arms swinging round the hip like the flossin dance/
Circle ya block letting the shotty dump. 8 in the pump...this queer gon’ get all/
Drive by! Im in traffic n the shotgun singing - 99 bottles of beer on the wall/
Last edited by Sharp; 01-24-2019 at 11:31 PM.
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