OFFICIAL

My lil boy official out them windows, he won't miss you Ain't respond to ya text, but best believe that we gon' get you Glocks, want smoke with my lor-, give yo his issue Hot, these bullets melt through his skin, fuck up his tissue If it's bout that action, don't send threats and don't send disses If it's really bout war my Nigga, pop out with them switches The thirty first you know we mask up, we send niggas kisses If I got murder on my mind, see I can't lay around on a mission Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, bitch Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, shorty ass got hit Now mamas crying, oh no don't do that He was with the shit He ass got nicked, mercy on his life, screaming like a bitch It be walk down gang when we in the car But my lor bro wanna shoot from afar Draco's and pistols, I want miss you, I get close on em and send em to god I could ape today, I'm chilling, but that's on the guys on I'm shinning tomorrow You with me, it's no excuse for you losing, in my circle we ball Gang, gang, mob tied And my opps, they all dying Wannabe run down gang, they all get drop, I think they fall guys You ain't gotta lie to me baby, I just want ya body, I know you ain't all mines They got dreams of spinning up on my block, you try then you all fly My lil boy official out them windows, he won't miss you Ain't respond to ya text, but best believe that we gon' get you Glocks, want smoke with my lor-, give yo his issue Hot, these bullets melt through his skin, fuck up his tissue If it's bout that action, don't send threats and don't send disses If it's really bout war my Nigga, pop out with them switches The thirty first you know we mask up, we send niggas kisses If I got murder on my mind, see I can't lay around on a mission Be bout a bitch when these Niggas wanna fuss Bitches be thinking they cool and think they untouchable, when they ass got fucked Fat nigga hard, tell em eat em a bullet He got infection and filled up with puss Heard niggas shit balling out this bitch, y'all not really bout it just wannabe tuff Long live the guys and free all the members Damn he got hit, I remember I be the coldest in all the seasons, niggas don't give a fuck bout no December On that bird shit for real, till I come pluck out niggas feathers I don't give a fuck bout who he is, it can go down and that's on whoever I'm having actions flashes, this ain't get so tiring, I'm hoping it pass Y'all niggas bitches out here, I try chase em down but he was too fast You do you lor boo and when I do me, please don't ever get mad Y'all so pressed about the wrong shit, get off the dick and I'll be glad My lil boy official out them windows, he won't miss you Ain't respond to ya text, but best believe that we gon' get you Glocks, want smoke with my lor-, give yo his issue Hot, these bullets melt through his skin, fuck up his tissue If it's bout that action, don't send threats and don't send disses If it's really bout war my Nigga, pop out with them switches The thirty first you know we mask up, we send niggas kisses If I got murder on my mind, see I can't lay around on a mission