Unloading

(Hook)
Unloading the clip on these niggas
I’m fucking they wife & they sisters
Hit’n it raw a young nigga so vicious
Run up on u there t ain’t no chance that I’m missing
Run up that money got racks to the ceiling
We got em mad how we living
We got it straight out the trenches
There was no room for no feelings
My youngin pull up u gon lay where u standing
Put fire to ya head light u up like a candle
I fuck ya bitch I just wanted a sample
I’m nailing that bitch hit’n it like a hammer
I’m outta town I’m just shopping for ammo
We spin’n blocks just like roaches they scramble
Ima get money I ain’t worry bout dumb shit
A lot of these niggas don’t really be on shit

(Verse 1)
These niggas my sons , ball sack
Riding round in a coupe & it’s all black
I’m going deep ima give her a heart attack
U know ima end it idc if u started it
Get that pack off like we auctioned it
Can’t fuck wat these cuz hoes they be cuz on retarded shit
Dick her mouth I ain’t wit all the argue’n
I’m in my prime & I’m feeling like Optimus
You niggas is broke , no use
I been touching paper, old news
I ain’t stoping til a Nigga a mogul
Young nigga I’m tryna go global
Fuck a 9to 5 ima make racks off pro tools
Driving em crazy they got going in circles
The shit I be smoking be purple
Channel shades got me looking erkle
(Hook)