6
Lil bitch I'm spaced out 6ft
Get to close get hit with that 6 heat
All of that bullshit can miss me
I'm strapped cause my life ain't risk free
Come get yo bitch cause she frisky
Why y'all niggas act so bitchy
Bitch niggas rats like Mickey
Send 50 shots won't hit me
Yo bitch right here wanna lick me
I pop a perk cause it's risky
When I shoot it's never a boomerang
Bitch it's always a frisbee
Smoking on gas like a hippie
Bullets they hot leave him crispy
I swear I got 10,000 choppas yea I gotta choppa committee
I don't fuck wit all the drama
Fuck around and fuck yo mama
I don't Twitter talk with fingers
Let my money talk with commas
one eye open futurama
Bullets rain like osama
Fuck around And pop you
leave yo ass with trauma
Choppa bite like a mamba
Make em run to Tijuana
Catch em at the traffic light
Ima shoot up his Honda
Choppa hit you up
You would think I'm rowdy Rhonda
Send his ass all the way up to nirvana
I Shoot up his crib
He fleein in pajamas
Poppin up perks while I'm in the Bahamas
Bitch I'm Fighting demons taking lives like god does
Whole bunch of bitch niggas mad cause they not us
Lil bitch I'm spaced out 6ft
Get to close and get hit with that 6 heat
All of that bullshit can miss me
I'm strapped cause my life ain't risk free
Come get yo bitch cause she frisky
Why y'all niggas act so bitchy
Bitch niggas rats like Mickey
Send 50 shots won't hit me
3 shots back I hit 3
I do the dash like Grand Prix
I hear voices like randy
They tell me to kill you like plan b
This night he hear a banshee
Next night he onna grey tee
Bitch I'm always running rich
Like my name is valee
Bitch I got 10,000 choppas
And they strictly for the oppas
Got niggas hiding like we put em in they locker
Choppa kick back I swear to god my choppa playing soccer
Ion use my thumbs ion beef with Twitter talkers
Catch em in public turn em to sleep walker
Reload the clip and my choppa it will drop ya
Nothing ever slides you can call me a stalker
We don't give out cherries but we giving out toppers
I swear that I'm a king treat you niggas like some pawns
Choppa mow you down like you a fucking lawn
Choppa Dunkin on you put that mari-on Shawn
When I get to bussin at yo homie then he gone
Hit 2 wit one bullet shootout with a coupon
Always movin solo I'm the brain and the brawn
I don't wanna catch a case keep my mask on
Let off shots flee the scene run a marathon
Get to close get hit with that 6 heat
All of that bullshit can miss me
I'm strapped cause my life ain't risk free
Come get yo bitch cause she frisky
Why y'all niggas act so bitchy
Bitch niggas rats like Mickey
Send 50 shots won't hit me
Yo bitch right here wanna lick me
I pop a perk cause it's risky
When I shoot it's never a boomerang
Bitch it's always a frisbee
Smoking on gas like a hippie
Bullets they hot leave him crispy
I swear I got 10,000 choppas yea I gotta choppa committee
I don't fuck wit all the drama
Fuck around and fuck yo mama
I don't Twitter talk with fingers
Let my money talk with commas
one eye open futurama
Bullets rain like osama
Fuck around And pop you
leave yo ass with trauma
Choppa bite like a mamba
Make em run to Tijuana
Catch em at the traffic light
Ima shoot up his Honda
Choppa hit you up
You would think I'm rowdy Rhonda
Send his ass all the way up to nirvana
I Shoot up his crib
He fleein in pajamas
Poppin up perks while I'm in the Bahamas
Bitch I'm Fighting demons taking lives like god does
Whole bunch of bitch niggas mad cause they not us
Lil bitch I'm spaced out 6ft
Get to close and get hit with that 6 heat
All of that bullshit can miss me
I'm strapped cause my life ain't risk free
Come get yo bitch cause she frisky
Why y'all niggas act so bitchy
Bitch niggas rats like Mickey
Send 50 shots won't hit me
3 shots back I hit 3
I do the dash like Grand Prix
I hear voices like randy
They tell me to kill you like plan b
This night he hear a banshee
Next night he onna grey tee
Bitch I'm always running rich
Like my name is valee
Bitch I got 10,000 choppas
And they strictly for the oppas
Got niggas hiding like we put em in they locker
Choppa kick back I swear to god my choppa playing soccer
Ion use my thumbs ion beef with Twitter talkers
Catch em in public turn em to sleep walker
Reload the clip and my choppa it will drop ya
Nothing ever slides you can call me a stalker
We don't give out cherries but we giving out toppers
I swear that I'm a king treat you niggas like some pawns
Choppa mow you down like you a fucking lawn
Choppa Dunkin on you put that mari-on Shawn
When I get to bussin at yo homie then he gone
Hit 2 wit one bullet shootout with a coupon
Always movin solo I'm the brain and the brawn
I don't wanna catch a case keep my mask on
Let off shots flee the scene run a marathon
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