DRUM MAG

Bitch I got the drum mag, bitch I got the drum mag
Bitch I got the drum-
Bitch I got the drum mag, bitch I got the drum mag
Bitch I got the drum mag

Bitch I got the drum mag
Boutta make a toe tag
Boutta make your jaw sag
Put you in a body bag

If I ever catch you lacking
Imma slash your fucking back
If i ever hear your talking
Imma make your neck crack

Give a fuck bout your predicament
Not giving up is the medicament
Cuz death is imminent
Hoping for the future is a detriment

To others and yourself
Put those thoughts in a shelf
And ask for help
You know when you're not yourself
You know when you're not yourself

I'm done
I'm done with the lies I've been told
I'm done having no one to hold
They only trying to get my soul
But I won't look back
Yeah imma fight back, yuh
But I won't look back
Yeah imma fight back
Imma fight back

Get ready for this attack
Bitch you better step the fuck back
Imma make those bullets stack
When I got the drum mag

Who the fuck do you think you are
Where the fuck do you think you're at
You are not a fucking star
You are just a fucking cunt

Man, you don't have a clue
Trynna reach me, block the shit out of you
I don't wanna talk, just talk to my crew
When I spray shots, yeah you better move
Fuck the rules, imma go with the groove

I got all these bars, they so fucking smooth
Who you trynna be, you motherfucking goof?
I'm out here hotboxing the booth
You say you the shit, just show me the proof

Makin' money for the hell of it
I'm just making fire in the back and that's it
Fuck what you think, imma smash that shit
Don't call on your mama, imma fuck on that bitch

So what's the move, ay
Imma come with crew, ay
Imma kill you and loot ya
Fuck you, you a motherfucking fag

Bitch I got the drum mag
Boutta make a toe tag
Boutta make your jaw sag
Put you in a body bag

If I ever catch you lacking
Imma slash your fucking back
If i ever hear your talking
Imma make your neck crack