[lyrics from snippet]
[Verse]
Hop out that cut, flunk shit up, turn a nigga into dust
ARP, 50 on drum, make a nigga tail tuck
Can’t show a nigga from the city no pity, his ass ain’t tryna get burnt up
Think shit silly, girl, send it to the city, I ain’t tryna get- Ok
2-feet tall with a wood grain grip, just know that’s a Drac
If 30 was out, then it wouldn’t be shit, we just buck at his face
I got niggas that’s dead in that grave
I got niggas that’ll send you to space
I’ll put that nigga in a grave, how you like what he sayin’ ‘bout Jace?
These niggas be bitches, his ass get burnt up
Fuck with the opps, better pray they turnt up
She wanna lift her skirt up and I might do it if she can’t change
And I ain’t even flex no chain
Bought us a crib and got us some cars and shit
If you think he’s okay and keep you safe, the bullets’ll rain
[Verse 2]
I be tryna kill, I be tryna drill shit
Pop that boy like a pill, that lil’ nigga won’t kill shit
Watch mе buck this gun if you think I ain’t with the shits
That lil’ nigga ain’t on none’, y’all can lay it up
Y’all gon’ lay it up tba