Wtf

I ride with that stick A niggah run up he can die really quick He probably got pissed seen me with his bitch I don’t give a fuck about none off that shit I put that on gang bitch I’ll run over him Pussy run up and you can get the whole clip I don’t do none of that talkin ass shit Don’t believe end up in a coffin Lil bitch You son of a bitch You not with the shit Pussy ass niggah don’t know what that is Fuck body shots bitch I aim for the head 45 caliber make sure your dead All down the block On the look out for opps I know where at and I got the drop Talking shit and then you can hit It’s too late your gone you can’t change up that shit I don’t need a punchline to stay none of this You talk shit until your hit You pussy ass niggahs don’t want none of this My doctor said I’m crazy as shit And need to adjust all my medication We’ll adjust that shit then before i trip out again These episodes are becoming in repetition I suffer from all this manic depression Houdini these niggahs they come up missing Berry white I practice what preach So I pick up the broom then start to sweep Dior my chuck 1000 my feet Designer on me but I’m still going creep I put that on gang bitch I ride for this here My pole a magician make you disappear Like oxygen you can’t see me but I’m there Miss you the first time second time get a share Skipping down the yellow brick road Opps I think I forgot my pole I’m just kidding time to unload Then I start thinking Is this a episode Them k rounds flip at niggahs and look like a spare Damn he ducked missed him by a hair Poof Chris Angel make them disappear You son of a bitch You not with the shit Pussy ass niggah don’t know what that is Fuck body shots bitch I aim for the head 45 caliber make sure your dead All down the block On the look out for opps I know where at and I got the drop Talking shit and then you can hit It’s too late your gone you can’t change up that shit Keep talking slick I’m on hood patrol Fuck all that talking I ride with the pole Call him Swiss cheese leave him with holes You a pussy and your squad probably on payroll Call him Casper see the stick and he ghost Shaquille Oneal with it I stay in the post Oh Beetlejuice I do must Say my name 3 times I’m throw your window STK I shoot kill Say he gone slide we know it’s not real I’m tripping out right now I need my pills If I’m off of my meds somebody get killed Probably a hit of that gas A little puff puff and pass That low key got me out of my trans Then I go and do my dash Put the drako back on the dash You son of a bitch You not with the shit