Firearm!
Uh, Ayy, Firearm, I Keep tool inside my Baby Bain
Benihana, finna order a steak
Rev that shit up at the red light, nigga ain't trynna race
I can't see no evil, it's Dior the shades
If he disrespecting launch him into space
Bitch Ima big stepper, stripes on me like Aang
I don't want the nani, bitch gimme ur face
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Sippin on Hi- Tec and it's red
Suprised I ain't dead
5 Bitches wanna fuck me that's a bet
Man I swear my nigga Max put some fuckin bread
Onna nigga head forreal, forreal
Got some hardheaded ass niggas that still be in the field, the field
Like some crawfish it ain't a thang fah me to get my oppas peeled, get peeled
Backwood wit 5 grams, bitch it ain't my fault that I can't feel, can't feel
Throw that cash, Ima hooligan
Yeh she love how I scoot the Benz
But our situation, hoe I'm through wit it
Had to tell that bitch bye, cause I will not go out like a fool again
I will not go out
I will not go out
Hop in that ghost, wow
I will not go out
Uh, Ayy, Firearm! I Keep tool inside my Baby Bain
Benihana, finna order a steak
Rev that shit up at the red light, nigga ain't trynna race
I can't see no evil, it's Dior the shades
If he disrespecting launch him into space
Bitch Ima big stepper, stripes on me like Aang
I don't want the nani, bitch gimme ur face
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Benihana, finna order a steak
Rev that shit up at the red light, nigga ain't trynna race
I can't see no evil, it's Dior the shades
If he disrespecting launch him into space
Bitch Ima big stepper, stripes on me like Aang
I don't want the nani, bitch gimme ur face
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Sippin on Hi- Tec and it's red
Suprised I ain't dead
5 Bitches wanna fuck me that's a bet
Man I swear my nigga Max put some fuckin bread
Onna nigga head forreal, forreal
Got some hardheaded ass niggas that still be in the field, the field
Like some crawfish it ain't a thang fah me to get my oppas peeled, get peeled
Backwood wit 5 grams, bitch it ain't my fault that I can't feel, can't feel
Throw that cash, Ima hooligan
Yeh she love how I scoot the Benz
But our situation, hoe I'm through wit it
Had to tell that bitch bye, cause I will not go out like a fool again
I will not go out
I will not go out
Hop in that ghost, wow
I will not go out
Uh, Ayy, Firearm! I Keep tool inside my Baby Bain
Benihana, finna order a steak
Rev that shit up at the red light, nigga ain't trynna race
I can't see no evil, it's Dior the shades
If he disrespecting launch him into space
Bitch Ima big stepper, stripes on me like Aang
I don't want the nani, bitch gimme ur face
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