He got one shot left

Drum drop

Got them funds on deck

Suck that dick until the cum drop yes

Bitch

Its

High role

Fly mode

Walking wit his eyes closed

He crying on his live

For being caught up in the spiral

Homie on that capping shit he talking he ain't knowing none

Watergate we tapping in and see him fucking smoking dust

Bitch I’m fucking back again you pussies steady slowing up

I'm breathing in the pathogen and feeling like I'm overdone

Toting guns

Homie show up

Just to get his fucking face cut

Gripping on the weapon

Solar powered call it ray gun

Homie count his hours overpowered better say sumn

Face up, face facts never been a great one

Fuck that, black jack, bet that you won’t aim none

Bust that cap back, finna leave the slate done

Bitch ain't gotta weapon only letters on the key pad

Mr X'ng bitches when I pull up and delete that

Im Moving up

Had to be a moment where you screwed it up

Losing your momentum you ain't meant to be a number 1

Cluttered up, muddled thoughts I'm all up in the hall to dump

Falling up vertigo I feel like Its been long enough

Nice no ice

Little bet

Shoot dice

Move like vets

On the set

Too nice

Got em wet

No knife

Got a wreck no life

Oh god laying pipe

Oh god, oh nice