Any Means (Bonus)

Gra, Gra, TreMulaa wit the guyz feinin to oot I'ma get it by any means, run it up before they take my life Just give me some time to go get my mind right Next thing you know I'ma have the spotlight Every move that I make, make the highlights Playing with gang, sound like you wanna die Caught the neck, cause her sh*t to dry Rajon Rondo I carry my 9 And I flock at his chest like dummies These hollow tip be ripping through vest He on his way, I just got the text Like he think he bout to rump Pants to his ankle, to his cap is a gun One shot to his melon like nigga you done I'm with the guyz we spinning for fun But it's like the opps, not drilling enough Bad bitch, she totin her ratchet I like em wicked but same time classy I'm tryna rump cause I think you sexy Like let's have a threesome with you and your bestie If you tryna line me I'll back out XD And you get hit right after you neck me And he got Becky then I got Lex Like bitch I'm a geek, off of the Whitney I don't remember shorty but she did me And if that's my bitch she spinning back no frisbee Play with her or the gang, send shots to your kidneys Back out some shit make him run like Ricky If I'm with Tdot don't go like diddy For a nigga like me she poppin' a titty Like we the niggas that make it hot in this city And when I go up I'm bringing the ones That stayed with me like, it's only the gang with me And nothing gon' change Run up the bag and stay in my lane Can't f*ck with these niggas, they corny and lame Like, I gotta beam , I don't gotta aim Aim it up top, make you lose your brain I got a plan, gotta map it out You blitz over there, I blitz over here We come around two beam, aim at his scout Juggin', robbin', trappin', rappin Nigga, I'm just tryna make it out Honestly, I just wanna make it out Smoke it on deads, I can hear them they loud like dummy you shoulda got filled with shells Don't pop fake pills, them shits the real deal Go asks, he feelin' real ill I be more than 2 tac , I feel like the seal Like nigga you bitch, never held a grip Never did a drill Smoke exotic when I feel too ill Niggas don't like me, I keep it too real I be too smack, movin like a snail Just know you not my man, if you go squeal Real shit, nigga, I don't care how you feel Like, I'ma, I'ma get it by any means Run it up before they take my life Just give me some time to go get my mind right Next thing you know, I'ma have the spotlight Every move that I make, make the highlights Playin' with gang, sounds like, you wanna die Caught the neck, cause her shit too dry Rajon Rondo, I carry my nine And I flock at his chest like Dummy D's, Hollow tips rippin' through vest He on his way, I just got the text Like he think he bout to rump, pants to his ankles, to his cap is a gun Pants to his ankles, to his cap is a gun One shot to the melon, like, nigga, you done I'm with guys we spinning for fun, But it's like the opps don't be drilling enough