I took a couple of bars got I’m launching How yo mans a trapper all of a sudden? McChicken turn yo man to McMuffin All black, I’m in the mob with the Russians I love an AR but the [?] got adjustments Two Glocks, named Biever and Justin I’m changing the whip like Los Santos Customs He wasn’t dead so we clicked at his cousin I was the one with Skoop and the dogs Slide shooting like LiAngelo Ball I’m in a Maybach, Rick Ross Blue tips flying ’round like a moth Where cuz go? We don’t have a clue Have you seen an AR with .762’s Got shot in the face, now he breathe through a tube Like an eagle, niggas know Ima swoop Heard he chicken, turn him into noodle soup I had a .380 in the coupe I ain’t lyin’ Ima tell you the truth I got that lean, they thought I had the flu Walk down with the Pew, woo Heard he ain’t dead, them we gon loot Drum on the gun like a Hoola hoop These nigga’s tall like the bullet proof I got a Glock in my boot I bought a chopper in the booth Creep like a bird in the roof Green bars like Bruce Niggas act Tom Cruise Drake slide with a .762 Gas on me but don’t think that I move Mask down, he thought this a cartoon Niggas acting, they should be in cartoons She call my phone saying “I’m not in the mood” You can walk down, get popped like balloon