¡M4g 4 M4g!
Walk with a limp, i got a drake in my jeans
Shoot out the coupe he seeing lots of beams
I'm way too high please to not talk to me
I'm taking his soul, reaper did robbery
I want a fast ass car not a beam lil bitch
I need a fast ass gun with some beams n shit
Walk in the party we throwing lots of cash
He said he want problems, we can go mag for mag
We can go mag for mag it ain't rack for rack
Brand new k add some weight to the bag
Iron on this got nothing attached
Got control of this bitch ion shoot too fast
762 jewish they breaking through glass
Don't check his pulse he has already passed
I'm too damn fast he the one to draw last
I'm way too high, please do not look my way
Her soul too pure, the bitch only pure yae
iI he keep it up, he wont see his next birthday
Break out the glass, invading ur crib like dooms day
I spin it back, i do it again again
I shoot out the glass, i'm coming back for ur friend
My ruger is ruthless it do not make amends
Dumping clips til i see his body descend
Walk with a limp, i got a drake in my jeans
Shoot out the coupe he seeing lots of beams
I'm way too high please to not talk to me
I'm taking his soul, reaper did robbery
I want a fast ass car not a beam lil bitch
I need a fast ass gun with some beams n shit
Walk in the party we throwing lots of cash
He said he want problems, we can go mag for mag
Shoot out the coupe he seeing lots of beams
I'm way too high please to not talk to me
I'm taking his soul, reaper did robbery
I want a fast ass car not a beam lil bitch
I need a fast ass gun with some beams n shit
Walk in the party we throwing lots of cash
He said he want problems, we can go mag for mag
We can go mag for mag it ain't rack for rack
Brand new k add some weight to the bag
Iron on this got nothing attached
Got control of this bitch ion shoot too fast
762 jewish they breaking through glass
Don't check his pulse he has already passed
I'm too damn fast he the one to draw last
I'm way too high, please do not look my way
Her soul too pure, the bitch only pure yae
iI he keep it up, he wont see his next birthday
Break out the glass, invading ur crib like dooms day
I spin it back, i do it again again
I shoot out the glass, i'm coming back for ur friend
My ruger is ruthless it do not make amends
Dumping clips til i see his body descend
Walk with a limp, i got a drake in my jeans
Shoot out the coupe he seeing lots of beams
I'm way too high please to not talk to me
I'm taking his soul, reaper did robbery
I want a fast ass car not a beam lil bitch
I need a fast ass gun with some beams n shit
Walk in the party we throwing lots of cash
He said he want problems, we can go mag for mag
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Writer(s): Antonio Coll
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