Purr

Yea F*ck it did it again F*ck it im fucking her friend All my hoes heart crushed they tens Bitch wanna f*ck she say im different Bro gotta flash onna Glock can't missem Betta keep yo guard up we gon getcha Don't do leg shots we split wigs Yea Yea Pussyboy don't want drama Puttem inna backwood he L grabba Dey ask why I keep that stick on me get shit hot like a sauna F*ck these hoes I do what I wanna Don't take Ls we always winning Got two church girls in here sinning He off acid tabs he tripping F*ck that shit come pick em up Don't fw no one im picky Got this drum hold about 50 I got this Glock n it hold about 12 I'm tryna buss sum ion fw em Hole thru his body make a nigga yell Bullets they blazing they gon give em hell F*ck nigga talk on me I take his top right off and I got that hoe heart and it's locked Big ass gun knock a f*ck nigga socks right off and yk that shit gon pop Shit gon pop-pop- she gon purr SRT bitch im gon swerve She wanna f*ck at least that's what I heard I hit that lil bitch right back what's the word F*ck them rights right off I splurge Pussyboy don't want drama Fuckboy mad he can't get commas Watch them racks fall off I gotcha She give top top top She gon drop, drop that ass on me Ik you don't get no racks lil bro Spend it all make it back fast on me Blehhhhh