Mr. Rogers Back

[Verse 1]
It's the bully, bitch
All through the Pole on that bully shit
Fuck that .38, I got the semi, all fully, bitch
What's goody, bitch?
You don't wanna see me in that hoodie, bitch
Pull up in your block... Glah, glah!
Watch that melon split!
I'm nailin' shit
Smokin' on that dope, that's my medicine
Try me and my clique, boy, you must feel you heaven sent
Folks nem on your ass, on your ass
Where you going, bitch?
Try to do the dash, watch 'em crash, then we blow that bitch down
Y'all know that I'm psycho
He say he's a Stone, but what's a Stone to a Disciple?
Bitch, we in the trap, we sell that crack, do that all night long
Then we grab them straps then let it clap until your life go
Juggin' off the iPhone with the brand new Mike's on
And I fucked your bitch with my jewelry, t-shirt, and pipe on
Never ever, ever in my life would trust a slut
From the Pole where it's cold, so I keep that heater tucked
Pooh Bear Gang, yeah, that be us
Pappy Gang, yeah, that be us
Mosey World, yeah, that be us
And at the top, it's only us
At the top, it's only us
Ain't too many that I trust
So I keep that pistol clutched in case a nigga wanna bullet, motherfucker
And y'all know how I'm rockin'
30 in the .40, I won't hesitate to pop it
For my broski Mosey, swear to God, I go retarded
PBG and TFG, this shit is in my heart, bitch!