Getting low on ammunition Man you know I'll be coming Groovy bitch She doing that thing she call me a goofy came up to cut like I'm in a movie hair job I ain't I pull up my woozy do my thing and I chill my glue be coming in face. You know I Gucci bitch We're saying I lost a juicy learning in order. I'm so goofy I got a cutie. She's bad and bougie with a big booty. She's checking her ass. I'm driving the fast I'm switching lanes don't even play. I brought his baby my nigga. You lost some coming against you pulling the guns You know the nigga wait, you know I ain't paying I'm making this bag You know that I'm saving hopping away, but you know that race come to the park You know that we hooping after I gave me your body's gone. No back down Call me the dog back in a bag and I'm making a threes who the fuck say they want you and me I'm holding his back and I'm slipping on leave that little bitch. She making a scene that nigga. He snitching. You know he a fiend I'm a motherfucking young and I'm making his bed. I need a snake. I'm gonna cut off his head He got the pipe, you know, he could bleed that nigga want to say he won't enter his clip Pull up my nigga ain't shit. You know my level. Don't try to compete. She said that she like me I couldn't believe five five five. That's got 19 king of the jungle. They call me faster Don't make me be talking. I put on my chopper. I'm fucking a banshee calling me pop on the niggas one Geez, I leave it to drama the niggas won't be volley with the reef. You're rolling up and he's mucking I leave your man be still you know, you know, you don't try me again No, nigga, behave hop on my dick