Lyrics:
Aye
Bitch we carry guns
Mama never raised no fighter
He can’t even punch in oh now he saying he a writer
Had to beat that cold case
Pros and cons of a liar
Nigga work at all state
And I know he drive that Chrysler
I thank the lord I pumped fake
I ain’t know she was a minor
Bitches Bitches butt fake
I ain’t fucking on no diapers
Left his ass with no face
I leave him hot no Peter piper
I usually go on no dates
So you know I really like ya
Shoutout Mexidro
I’m with the boys in Mexico
Man I fucked hella hoes
Can’t apologize that’s I roll
Bae I been road running I’m on the way to Seminole
Just know that pole on me we got more guns that gi Joe (Go)
Yeah they say Stax yo ass a ghost you just be here
So please let a nigga dare
I could put his ass all in that air
Burnt out my SRT i had to use my spare
Them boys can’t fuck with me they I know I do not care
These hoes got std’s but worried bout they hair
Some shit don’t sit with me to feel me raw that’s rare
Tell a fuck nigga please don’t stare
These choppa gon do what it do
They like Stax he be everywhere
Niggas don’t even know when I move
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