Lyrics

I need .30 when I ride Need a bad bitch on my side You see murder in my eyes You just pussy in disguise Don't dap me up nigga, don't know you Don't talk to me nigga, don't know you Young Manni quick, he gon' fold you I'm a shooter bitch I told you I keep a dick in my .40 All that bullshit annoying I catch you, I'm scoring Ridin' in foreigns, nigga no insurance Nigga I ain't stoppin' trappin' till the whole gang touring Funny ass niggas, call em' Martin Lawrence I'm poppin' the nine like its popcorn H&M, yeah my bitch out of style Got a new one, got that bitch from Givenchy Yeah I told her she gotta stay up end Fuck a jail cell, I got charges pending Two cases, no court sentence Might snort some Molly, get some weight, then I'm finna Dump a ol' bitch nigga, I ain't got feelings Cold blood killers, bitch I'm taking kitties Oooo Free Lil Mar! Free Lil Mar! We used to hop out them cars Skrt skrt skrt, I see a opp! Bitch, I used to rob Yeah, I used to rob ... til' they free Lil Mar Told my plug I need 100 guns These pussy niggas, they honey buns I got the beam on the nine Swear I won't miss, you not the lucky one Started rappin', bitches gunkin' I been trappin', bitch ya lunchin' Can't take me off like a Cobra Ring Shordy can't move cause he owe me things Yeah I'm a trapper Yeah I'm a trapper Yeah I'm a shooter When I see you, I'ma shoot ya Free Lil Mar I might buy Lil Mar a four-fifth (.45) I might buy Lil Mar a four-fifth (.45) I might buy Lil Mar a four-fifth (.45) Free Lil Mar We used to hop out them cars These pussy niggas, they some happy niggas Ya'll just some stars Ya'll some rap stars We some trap stars