[Chorus]

I got that gun to your head

I got that gun to your head

I got that gun to your neck

I got that gun to your head

I got that gun to your head

I got that gun to your neck

[Verse 1]

Gucci printed goggles all up in my fucking face (ya bitch)

Pussy so crunchy just like a Frito lay

Chopping out the uber with the backwood

That's my shoota talking all that fuck shit

Ain't no bullets in your ruger

One time for your Bitch

And she hear me fucking talking

And I'm fucking [?]

With your bitch she hear me walking

And I'm in the back front seat big body

And I got your bitch, she got a big body

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