I couldn't believe it As soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back As soon as I iced out my wrist, she got attached NC on DCC, this cuz he got attachments For all these bitch-ass niggas that try circle back Slugger got hit up in the party, did a dance Since I dead and they don't post a monogram Say free my niggas, swingers not fall in the can You see that cut and cut and shit, he wind up dead Boy play with me, we got Glocks and BMDs And there's a difference from a robber and a thief Taliban ain't do no drugs, but when he kill shit, he get geeked I knew that nigga was dead when he popped up on my feed My eyes said Crippin, but lately they had to bleed See, uh, that Glock right out my lap, now under the seat Free my nigga, he a nightmare, he a dream Hit the floor, pray for my niggas, for the mail, they ruined, see They got my nigga behind the wall And crud, he killed so much shit, that he had to find a law And murder, murder, murder, we broke more shit than the law Lil' bitch, I hit that beat and wiped that shit just like a paw I'm lil' bro, put them youngins in the car and tell them, go, rap the plug If we can't get to him, rap his little bro From the 6, but I got 36 all in the brick My OG, he so goofy, he ain't know that I was hit I couldn't believe it Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back Soon as I iced out on my wrist, she got attached NC on DC, see this glizzy got attachments For all these bitch-ass niggas that try circle back Slugger got hit up in the party, did a dance Since I dead and they don't post him on the gram Say free my nigga, swing his knife all in the can You see that cut and cut and shit, he wind up dead Thought he was a shooter till he got his ass shat Ain't runnin' out of money, bitch, we runnin' out of opps Just caught a plate for 10,000, I spent that shit on Glocks It's bentin' on his chain, he should've saved it for a box Swag hopped out with that ARP and knocked him out his socks He called my phone, laughed and told me, watch that shit on Fox They thought cause I got money that the murder's gon' stop, nah I'm on that front line in the trenches with my ox Ain't stoppin' till they all dead, I put that on the coat My niggas down the road, doin' life without parole That fake-ass gangster M.S., he betrayed, got exposed When he went in front the judge and he told I couldn't believe it Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back Soon as I ice her on my wrist, she got attached NC on DC, see this glizzy got attachments For all these bitch-ass niggas that try circle back Slugger got hit up in the party, did a dance Sis like that and they don't post a monogram Say free my nigga, swing his knife all in the can You see that cut and cut and shit, he wind up dead