Lyrics

This off the rip like a bayblade How they gon shoot then turn to talking like JJ Heard he want the smoke uh Don't come at me, I outta (Miata) Catch him slipping keep a stick up in the coat uh Shouts out jj that's the code huh My own words be blowing my mind like Black Bolt Bitch I been dope Since I got a hold of my first pencil I ain't need no stencil Just a notebook to keep track of what I been wrote Shout out pop Welcome to the Part 3 I got a lot packed like a motheefuciing car meet We gon leave o's on his whip, like he driving an audi I tried to bring a m in my circle like a Mazdi I ain't seen a challenger, when I let daroundgo (darango) they get to dodging Big stepping w the purp and green got me looking like Barney How I come back after killing this shit like fucking zombie We carry Drakos and grahams, but i ain't talking bout Aubrey We slide where you stay cause we know that's where the ops be My heat so on point I call that bitch Lowry I get bigger bucks than Milwaukee Two holes to his brain gonn leave his head red like the prince of Saudi His brother gon crazy, hopefully he'll figure it out, poor Tommy Let up his circle, left that shit red, call it poor timing I'm the best in the world w the bars, Suni Lee Ain't Sunny D, y'all won't get a ryse outta me I keep it a buck, plus a quarter, that's a dollar tree I gotta bring in all my sneaky links, that's a link tree I couldn't wait to get at them ( ADAM) Benjis *Huh, shout out Benji* My shooter crazy with the tech, call em genshe Next to the jet like my name be Ernie I can't spit shit that wasn't wrote from me We gon put that cross on your chest like a rosary No car insurance but these hittas always want a quote from me I keep a rocket on me, it's a 30, 4 you pussies ain't talking Hakeem Get to shooting, gon sound like Mike Breen Daredevil, way she got double D's on her chest Which reminds me had a girl I used to text Bubbles turned to green, it's a mess (sms) They stink and washed up it don't make sense Got two guns and and when I draw em, make em disappear, etch a sketch The boof changed him like Clark Kent I make it easily, Like festus We got them Techs like Texas We get em curried like Stephen I ain't cussing but we bring in the FNs She'll never block me, we're banging hips like I'm reffing Bitch I get more thoughts than Edison My canon got that red beam on it, Freddie Benson I got a young shooter in the A that keep that 11 on em, call em trae Animal control, way she catch a stray I slide to the bread like a fucking lunch tray Potato barrel on my side, now where the entree Took this girl out on a date, ain't eat no food just want some face We gon hit it out the park, run a train, call that shit minute maid Hold up bro, what's up with you? Heard you talking, man we been knew Ain't talking Alperon when I say I'ma send goons We wiping your nose when we get atchoo We gon spray at his noggin like moose Ain't JT but bitch I'm the deuce Put that .33 on his back Kuz Red dot finna pop but I don't see no ooze Leave his homies looking blue like they looking for clues I've earned my stripes by keeping the pump in my whip Squeezing the red dot like a big zit You finna get jumped like I said ribbit Catch a bit of the clip like a snipit When they dip they'll be looking for your pulse like a Fitbit 6 days later you'll be suited up in a box no Stitch Fix I'll tell you what it feels like, like Tim Smith This canon got the red light on it, I'm really shooting shit You better wipe that smirk off If you don't we send bullets size of Smirnoff She said was down to watch a flick, man that's a turn off I can't trust a hoe who watch a screen like B Ball This shotty either leave ya wheezing or lean ya Keep it a rocket on me, then get to sunning, like Chris Paul Keep it a rocket on me, then get to sunning, like Chris Paul Keep it a rocket on me, then get to sunning, like Chris Paul