Ooh shit, that's a Danny beat Smack the shit out somebody Like literally, open-hand pimp smack the shit out of somebody (Damn, JakeSand) You hear? Black-truckin', yo' bitch dick-suckin', got her hat jumpin' Would've thought I spilled the Don on it, jack buzzin' I need some za', told CJ call Jack for me I got a lot of money, hoes don't care I'm half-ugly All she do is cook, eat dick, and bag [?] Yo, tell your foreign, "Bad Bunny" What I spent on Backwoods, that's yo' gas money And what I spent on gas, boy, that's yo' last money Tax right off, I pay my hitter straight through PayPal It might look like a pistol, but I filled it up with kcal Four twos of Horford in the popper, boy, I ain't Al We ain't aimin' for them bulletproof vests, straight scalps We'll camp out all night like some Eagle Scouts I used to see the light ahead of me but took the evil route Not only do I keep a Desert Eagle, I knock people out You be big trickin' on the hoes, Evel Knievel style What I'm rollin' is louder than the back of a school bus Been an alcoholic, bitch, was in class and school drunk I don't know 'bout LMA, I actually boot up Ain't got shit for her but some long dick and two nuts He rappin' 'bout his dreams, eyes must be glued, shut Won't even let you finish talkin', hit you with the doo What? I think dude drunk Brutality, done killed his health bar with two stomps Fatality, I took her life off of two pumps You got some money in yo' pockets? Oh, you cool, huh? Mm, but not a single blue, huh? Bitch grab my chain like, "You single too, huh?" "Tron, where you at?" In your city grabbin' a deposit Gettin' head from yo' bitch, blowin' ashes off her bonnet I'm a hunnid, but my bitch don't ask her if I'm on it The plug say it's on the floor, I guess I'm standin' on the socket Threw it all in the club, the strippers standin' on my pockets I could probably hit the three, but I'ma pass it off like Dragić I could probably score a wheel, but I'ma pass it off, I'm Trongić I live rent free in her head, I'm standin' on her conscious Just blame Trish if I'm standin' up unconscious Blowin' berries and I got the baggies off from Bompton What I'll do is gettin' scary, ask me, it ain't calmin' Bitch think I'm out cheatin', but I'm buryin' a body Unc tellin' tales 'bout blowin' Larry in a hottie No Diddy, but I'm Omar when I'm carryin' that shottie He needs to burn in hell for that fit, Sperrys X Armani You ain't ten plus with this shit, be stopped at XRs probably All my bitches wanna kill each other Life turned me to a warrior, just call me Jimmy Butler Drapin', overdrivin' drinkin', now he Jimmy Gutler LOL, stupid silly ho, she think Jimmy loves her What I'm cookin' up, I can't believe it's not really butter I pray to God every night the opps really suffer He ridin' in that whoopty doo with the shitty bumper I hit her with that Ouken juke, make her really wonder Woke up beside on the sand, Jake When it come to punchin' cards hands, tank I'm skatin' all through the A, cascade On the court, Pistons game, I gave K the handshake Boy, you need to boss up, I wish that you could ask Blade Lil' bloody off a five, spillin' Wock' on crab cakes It's gon' be a body dropped if I see a hand raised Did you see my man' face? It's gon' be a sad phase SBDSM, 7772