LXXVII

[Verse]
Don't wanna fuck with that bitch ye wassup
I got the foe bitch I'm sippin' on wock
Smokin big gas with gang in the cut
Inna rover, skrr, skrr, at ya mofuckin block aye
A-a-aye
Shawty she call on my phone aye
Copy my shit you a clone aye
Get the fuck out of my zone aye
Run up the function I'm sellin' the pounds
All of your people are mofuckin clowns
I got the mag and I empty the rounds
Don't give a shit bout your mofuckin sounds
Ye bitch I'm lonely, I'm all on my own
Smokin big gas and I'm rollin' a cone
I got the vision, a mofuckin drone
And fuck all these labels I do it alone
Okay (kay)
Don't give a fuck what you mofuckers say
I got a strap bitch I'm ready to spray
Body got dropped and the mofucker lay
You want a feat bitch get ready to pay
All of these people are fake
Body get dropped in a mofuckin lake
I got the crack bitch I'm ready to bake
I'm in da club bitch I'm poppin' a pill
Grindin so hard to the mofuckin mill
Seventy-seven, the mofuckin drill
You think you got talent, bitch, you got no skill
I got a Glock on my mofuckin hip
Sendin' 3 shots on an opp and I dip
Servin the crack bitch I hop outta whip
And if you talk bitch I empty the clip