Lyrics

Pull up in that all black car,
And you know I whip that bitch hard,
The choppa in the back be blastin from afar,
No guns? Aight! Then let's go spar,
But my hitta AT gon stop yo yard,
So you best have yo guard up,
Aye bruh what's in yo cup?
Bitch it's a mix wit codeine we sippin it,
Like Rick & Morty yeah we whippin it,
Get fucked up with the partners and we kickin it,

Yeah you know how it is I be with my slime,
Out here late at night be commiting them crimes,
Ain't nobody see me so I robbin em blind,
These bitches be snitches so I'm doin my time,
But when I get out I'm back on my grind,
They think I play nice nah bitch I ain't kind,
I run in yo house and rip out yo spine,
Then fuck yo bitch like she's mine,