Nonsense

If my gun,
gets upped,
Its finna blam,
Make the meat,
 Up in his head,
look like some spam,
If it gets aimed,
Then it’s gone bang,
You gone get hit up in the throat,
Then you gone gag,
Bitch I’m the truth,
Bitch I be rad,
I be pulling hoes,
Yo mom would,
use me,
to cheat on your dad,
If my gun,
gets upped,
Its finna blam,
Make the meat,
 Up in his head,
look like some spam,
If it gets aimed,
Then it’s gone bang,
You gone get hit up in the throat,
Then you gone gag,
Bitch I’m the truth,
Bitch I be rad,
I be pulling hoes,
Yo mom would,
use me,
to cheat on your dad,

I be having Snowball fights,
With fat ass wads of cash,
I be having Bad ass bitches,
With whole lots of ass,
My Life is so tight,
I wanna make it last,
I stay be making money,
And the shit be coming fast,
So Put your hands up,
If you don’t give a shit,
And keep them bitches up,
Or you finna get switched,
Empty out your pockets,
And Then i snatch ya chain,
And before i leave,
I Let a bullet,
Splat your brain,
Go back to my hood,
I don’t have to split a take,
Yo chick be sucking good,
Yo chick be sucking great,
I gotta give props.
Every time she give top,
I can’t beef with niggas that be making tik toks,

If my gun,
gets upped,
Its finna blam,
Make the meat,
 Up in his head,
look like some spam,
If it gets aimed,
Then it’s gone bang,
You gone get hit up in the throat,
Then you gone gag,
Bitch I’m the truth,
Bitch I be rad,
I be pulling hoes,
Yo mom would,
use me,
to cheat on your dad,

I got Gold,
On Gold,
On Gold,
On gold,
I need to quit talking,
Cause its starting to get cold,
My Teeth so froze,
got so much ice,
I fucked yo bitch,
Not once,
But twice,

When my My car start 
The mother fucker roar loud,

Good ass ignition,
Your funds Insufficient
You Can’t afford to talk riches,
So you need to quiet down,

Yo momma be like,
aye,
Who is that dude,

Yo chick got my name on her titty,
tattooed 

She say her pussy mine,
But I don’t own what’s used,
You can tell yo boy to keep it
Real talk
He isn’t like me 
He prolly need it,
Way more than I do.


If my gun,
gets upped,
Its finna blam,
Make the meat,
 Up in his head,
look like some spam,
If it gets aimed,
Then it’s gone bang,
You gone get hit up in the throat,
Then you gone gag,
Bitch I’m the truth,
Bitch I be rad,
I be pulling hoes,
Yo mom would,
use me,
to cheat on your dad,
If my gun,
gets upped,
Its finna blam,
Make the meat,
 Up in his head,
look like some spam,
If it gets aimed,
Then it’s gone bang,
You gone get hit up in the throat,
Then you gone gag,
Bitch I’m the truth,
Bitch I be rad,
I be pulling hoes,
Yo mom would,
use me,
to cheat on your dad,

Oldschool slow boom bap dark Houston ghetto killing drug dealer slow old school hard old deep voice