RIP KA$HDAMI (Ft. BoofPaxkMooky)

[Intro]
That boy J-Dolla go crazy
Hlk produced this beat

[Verse 1 : KA$HDAMI]
Stop cappin', I be with them gang bangers and them killers
Don't text my phone if it ain't 'bout skrilla
You could get shot, nigga, like a Triller
This Glock make him dance like he doing the Thriller
That boy is a fan, fucked his bitch in the villa
Try reach for his stick, don't, Bryson Tiller
Bustin' this Glock is my pain-killer
My Glock talk a lot, it don't got no filter
Chuck-E-Cheese, I'ma run up my tokens
Bum nigga, got a 5-vest and it's broken
Run up that sack, nigga, 'til I'm floatin'
I poured up a four right in front of the open
Sippin' and I'm all off of them potions
Money, I get it, I don't got time for loafin'
Shawty on me, boy, you know that she blowin'
[?] said this Glock leave him frozen
Yeah, this Glock leave him motherfuckin' frozen
Yeah, I shot that boy right in the open
Nigga try run up, uh
And nigga got sent up to the sky, to his guys, R.I.P