[Chorus]
Where's my automatic?
Please don't get me manic
Shoot at him and damn 'em
Damn, I think I hit him
Shoot it, it ain't jammin'
This ho' actin' friendly
I just put on Fendi, I don't think he's wit' me
We gon' get him blowed up
And I feel like Sosa
In that Tesla Roadster, Elon be a G.O.A.T wit' it
We give him ebola
I gotta' put my Rolls up
I just pulled up foreign, lil' nigga yeah, you know it

[Verse]
Strike 'em, my life bowling
And I'm in that striker
Cujo hit him, oh man, set that boy on fire
Baby, you too goin'
Bowling, go tented
Baby, I ain't foldin'
I used to be on lachlan, staring, I'm like, "Oh man"
I feel like my old man
Twin Glock, [?], I know it
"I can't go on Maury"
Girl, I know it's mine, Top Kid raw dog in glory
You say that all the time, girl, I know it's the story
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Login Register
Log into your account
And gain new opportunities
Forgot your password?