All black ! ++river

[december]
Glock on the waist i ain't grippin' a nine
Rip out his organs they gettin' redesigned
Shift up a gear i'm leavin' you behind
I'm fuckin' her raw send chills up her spine

I'm chasin' a bag i don't even care
Guns in a case you can't even bare
3gs in the blunt and no i won't share
Leg lock on the bitch yea i'm rick flair

Don't even talk you always just cappin'
We runnin' the lock and yea i'm just baggin'
I'm off a thirty i feel like i'm laggin'

Money to my ear i can't hear cause i'm deaf
Wearin' all black white i feel like a ref
Runnin' from the cops i feel outta breaf
He talk all that shit now he filled up with lead

I'm in the bed i'm making her bleed
I dipped on the bitch but now she just plead
She beggin' for dick but she won't say please
I'm fuckin' her raw i'm making her seize

No ski mask we creepin' at night
Guns too loud so we grippin' a knife
I'm in the mood to take someones life
Got a death note yea i feel like i'm light

Let me know what you want
You know that i got it
Smokin' that grass
You smokin' that toxic
You lookin' for money
I'm lookin' for options
You look fucking broke
I'm selling you for auction

Open my mac i'm headin' on tour
This is the shit you cannot afford
I'm in a wraith you still in a ford
You losin' the game its already in the 4th

[river]
Pulled up in a foreign why the fuck you flinstonin'
Money to my ear cause the money keep callin'
Keep cam on the floor make that nigga keep crawlin'
Put some metal in yo head we gon leave you in a coffin

Run up in waffle house dressed up in all black
Got guns in the trunk we know you ain't bout that
Get caught by the ops for smokin' that loud pack
You look like a pussy i just pissed on my hellcat

You ain't a real gangsta quit wiping your nose
Ice on my neck and it leave you on froze
K on my lap i'm making it blow
Gettin 'jet lag i'm feelin' kinda slow

Call my Glock asmr it puts niggas to sleep
Fuck on my bitch and i'm going real deep
Got you and your niggas i'm goin on a streak
All this weight on my neck you lookin' kinda weak

[december]
3 am and i'm on this beat
Killin' for cash i'm bringin' this heat
Glock with a beam leave yo ass on e
Yea i gotta so i whip out recipe

I don't have to ask she know when to suck
Say bye to your bitch she lickin' up my nut
Just lost a zip of the pack full of runtZ
Yo bitch see the crew now she puttin' up a front

Fuckin' all this shit no you can't handle drama
Walk in the store just to cop some fucking yayas
Grown ass man but still suck on mama
You the type of bitch that i love making fun of