So the bullets raining out the sky is like
Well, we see me like
I'm gonna know my trap bug in you my trap
jumping got that bitch bussing back though
You saw back thumbing thought back for me
bags on him make him rap somebody's rap money
Okay,
get a rap from me running running ran up the ends all by my lonely
I need no help that my trust slide still
got that loud * on my wrist nigga
You leave that bitch around me we sliding off the
rip I 16 in the eyes with a trade on my hip nigga
It's up to here jumping you hit that bitch dumping
You say you who's son that your ass doing
what I would have gave my life for a strike
But I stood on the front ego
We don't think about like the Navy nigga
folk 30 is the label that pays me nigga
We the army bitch like the Navy nigga folk 30 is the label that pays
Yeah,
listen,
they could beat you know,
I'm for tough hard body to ya
I'm with you to the gristle bar dump it out the roof bitch.
I feel like Bishop with that six-shooter in juice
How much you think
That
nigga
We don't make it more like the Navy nigga
folk 30 is the label that pays me nigga
We the army bitch like the Navy nigga folk 30 is the label that pays.
Yeah, listen
Same I came in the game saying where I'm going out man.
I
I just can't see another way