that dave kid's so sick til I pop up dabbin on em til the bingo hit
soon as my round drops it takes you down a few pegs like a plinko chip
veteran packing heat
pop a llama, like a pinata.. when the shit fall u better be ready to grab a piece
hollows or metal jackets, my TEC can fit the bullet
hidden bookshelves.. something's inside a case that'll make an entrance when I pull it
u act up & the p320 can adapt to that
deadbeat dad, if I tell you I'ma go get the sigs there ain't no coming back from that
shotgun, let's get it poppin
good will hunting, the kid w/ a mop & a sweeper ready to work out any problem
we know u don't fire rounds queer
bermuda triangle, come thru w/ the chopper & find out that shit don't fly around here
Last edited by Answer; 06-30-2022 at 03:02 PM.
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