500 Bars 3

16 I was trappin spent my re-up on pistols
My nigga iquan got locked I swear the boy was official
Might kidnap a nigga kids like they Hansel and Gretel
We blowin niggas heads off so keep ya shit on the swivel
Picked up the nine and started shooting
Bitch I ain’t even dribble
Niggas out here dropping dimes so they get hit with 4 nickels
I-i just took a nigga bitch she said his pockets too little
And you can’t come across that bridge don’t give a fuck bout no riddle
B-bitch I scored
Fuck up little bitch it’s war
Clean a nigga up like chores
Bodies hitting the floor
Soon as we kick in the door
Now you not living no more
That 50 gon roar
This shit gon look like a whore
So much blood said this shit gore
My bitch is a whore
Got a red juicy couture
She want new shit from the store
My nigga you boring
You ain’t getting money you bored
Hope you get blessed by the lord
I don’t use a sword
And I am not in a Ford
I’mma still skrt in the Audi
I’m busting juggs in my county
Sorry your head got a bounty
Only real killers around me
Ran with that sack like ja’davion clowney
They hate the signs that I throw up
Wrist that say (?)
Got a show turnt now she thorough
She called me I’m trapping like hold up
I told my bro Carey let’s pour up
Promethazine and styrofoam
Imma do what I condone
Trappin on the microphone
Y’all took my style I peeped it
Stiff arm that bitch cross the region
If he a snake imma leave him
Atlanta called me for a meeting
My babygirl think that I’m cheating
I told her that looks is deceiving
I’m dropping the bombs you receiving
Your mother keep crying she grieving
I fucked up georgetown in the (?)
Then I fucked your bitch and she creaming
I fucked her again and she screaming
Then bro fucked your bitch so we teaming
My family told me that I’m glowing
I’m dodging them pens so fuck bowling
I caught a play like I’m (?)
Pull up in a foreign and yes that bitch stolen
My new girl look like kelly Rowland
Your girl is a thot on my mother she rolling
Va I can’t smell that I can’t even hold em
Got that bitch soaking play her with no token
All rise for simba the king has just spoken
You had a G pass but you bet I’m revoking
It’s fuck the opps on D-rock I ain’t joking
When I catch a opp imma fuck round and smoke him
Hold up the motion lil nigga you loafing
We shootin (?) but you in the open
Niggas frank ocean you niggas ain’t toting
Rip bob man he just hit my phone up
He was from chiraq man why did they roast him
Feds get behind us on mothers we coasting
You putting on shows well then fuck it I’m hosting
My choppa rocket 6 shots garry Coleman
I might gotta go
QPs for the low low
My pockets fat joe
I’ll be more like yo
Always switch my flows
Trapping with my hoes
With my nigga low
He’ll kick a door now
Why why why would these niggas testify
I’m omerta till I die
Man my rugas never cry
They say numbers never lie
Look at me my numbers high
I like girls with sexy thighs
Eat them up like apple pie
Got macs
Draco’s, they shoot when I say so
I just want the caso
Told my lord I’m thankful
These niggas ungrateful
I’m loyal I’m faithful
Till that fuckin bankroll
I go where you can't go