saints row

Lyrics

[Intro] You was in Atlanta, with tdf and 'em- [Verse] He servin' that boof for a shop wit' him (I-) Feel like Jeffery Dahmer how we choppin' em' (Valid!) If I see that, (I, I love you) I'ma Young Pop at him That's Mblock, he got a Glock wit' him, damn Oh that's yo bro, you gon' flock wit him Damn, this AR came wit' a stock with him (Valid!) We knock once, then we kick down yo' door I'm in a scat pack, that shit look like Saints Row I'ma hop out, I'm on feet This Glock two tone, (Valid!) ain't got [?] (UAV online) Them niggas put on a shelf, can't believe that they sliming me, shit I have my killas posted in yo city, can't even find em' Bitch, that scary shit, I hate that That 3.5, I face that I'm in the A wit' it, where the bass at? I'm on that Motorola, you can't trace that That guala, you know I made that Boutta cash this check, I fake that When I'm on the Perc, don't make me mad I'm at Dover, and I'm poppin' tags