Fuck ur girl at gunpoint cos these cannons ain’t harmless
Twins pressed right against her shirt like she went braless
Boy u need religion. Each hand got a gat in em
Arm raised to ur head for one finger motion to wet u up, no baptism
Petty crime ain’t my shit. Ride around aligning the clip
When I spark from the dash then drive away it ain’t cos I’m hot wiring ur whip
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