(Rep13)

(Chorus)

Imma real shoota bitch I tote that fuckin beam

Pop that shit off hit yo team

Pop that shit off leave the scene

Pick up all the shells cuz we like to keep it clean

Fuck that bitch ms Wilson she can catch these fucking hands

Dont care she not a man I'll slap her with these bands

On my momma

Racking up them commas

Blowing smoke out like I'm Thomas

Sayin u tuff c'mon nigga let's be honest

You not

Cheated on that thot cuz why not

Turn a pop brain to pasta

Cooling with the killers is gon cost em

Bullet through his skull so we know he ain't playing possum

He was on the corner talking shit

Now his family done lost em

Imma real shoota bitch I tote that fuckin beam

Pop that shit off hit yo team

Pop that shit off leave the scene

Pick up all the shells cuz we like to keep it clean