Walking Testimony

MAMAAAA FRESCO KOOKIN DOPE AGAIN
Turn this shit up nigga
I hit on the head and neck, I shoot the club finesse
J. Prince got a Bentley on wrist, I just spent a 50 on kit
I got a loaf of bread no wonda , Mr. Make it ran bring thunder
Spent 1500 on these Prada shoes, but best believe I’ll stop em
Vacuum seal it, wrap that shit in saran wrap. Yeah I’m different I stand out
How the fuck is you dissin and broke my nigga, sittin round waitin on a hand out
Get your shit together your priorities outta order
Yeen got no morals, or Principles
Baguettes in cartiers, 20k for my visuals
I’m fucking her friend 550 Benz, nigga I just put my state on my lens
I’m a dog top dolla shoutout 30 Rich
I just hit a nigga, he can’t take a shit
Finesse bussdown Vlone and Versace
Hit him 6 times but didn’t catch a body
Shoutout to Houston Lil Rock shoot them rockets
And shoutout to money I just stuffed my pockets
Ain’t typical, ain’t ordinary
Pockets fat like I’m walking with dictionaries
Got her number saved in my phone as temp service, cause these bitches temporary
I’m winnin now they want a time out, you’n think I’ma go come and find out
Kel-Tec with the coolant system on it, I’m ready to try it out
1942 took shots of that Don
I beat a case, so I shoot ‘em for fun
I’m playin chess I could never be pawn
And I catch a case and won’t go on the run
Hit him in face, neck and the scrotum
I bought them trophies, so know I’ma tote em
I preach the streets nigga give me a podium
And I fuck Kardashians I’m Lamar Odom
Aim at his MF fitted he cappin, we gone show him who the truth
Bomb on him like we Ukraine, blow his ass up like a soup
One night two cities, one room two bitches
Smokin too exotic out the bag, One ounce 350
Keep me a Choppa, I see em in public they play ima drop em
I hope you really on it, ART OF WAR got to know your opponent
I’m fed for real, I still keep steel, it’s killed or be killed
I’m faces so many years it is what it is, this life that we live
HEEEY!