That yellow shirt lookin a Lil too tight on him and the rag on his lookin like the bitch on the syrup bottle . I'm not hating not all I'm just sayin....Nigga lookin gay right now
Clips, ammo, you put them both together, n' we send ya fuckin ass out like a letta !! You betta, click click the shit before ya fuckin dip, cuz we the fuckin shit, and we cap shit. Like a pop nigga, blam-blam, I got'em movin like can ya do the can-can. Pour couple ounces of the syrup, in my fucki...
When does a house become a home, all my loved ones are gone. How can you take my life and make it into a song, well I can do this shit I can keep things to illight, bitches always on my shit, like, get the fuck off my dick. How the fuck can I stick, around. For so long I've been gone, lonely days...
All of yall needa chill the hell out....Real talk.