Softwilly, Void, 1nonly, $atori Zoom, LEX PAIN - CHROME BERETTA

AV with that drip, hoe Lil' boy better step up I been had the sauce so you niggas better ketchup Stay with the strap we hittin' from the chest up Six deep with the gang on the low in a Tesla All black with the chrome Beretta Took his flow and I'm doin' it better In the cut ain't no matter the weather Talkin' shit and I'm clutchin' the lever Pull out the choppa and makin' 'em hiccup I get me a shiver, she suckin' my dick up He talkin' that shit, but he wishin' he ran up Callin' up Leg 'cause I need that Beretta Six deep pull up with the pressure If lil' boy, boy step up, he leavin' in a stretcher All black, with interior leather Calm down, don't fuck with a killer You- you, you niggas is less, my niggas is greater Gave her the tip, lil' shawty a waiter Ballin' out like I play for the Lakers On a roll, bitch, I feel like a skater She wanted dick, so I told her I'd cater Had to snap, bitch, I feel like a gator Had to snap couple rounds out the Glock Run up on me and I'm airin' the block Run up on me, get shot in your face Draggin' the body all over the state Just like some alcohol, you gettin' chased Hop out the Benz, I hop in a Wraith Put on a techno beat, shawty she feelin' me Blowin' her back to the beat of the bass Kickin' her out like I need space After she gone, the number erased Gang, gang, gang, gang Yeah, I'm a killer Gang, gang, gang, gang I go gorillas Gang, gang, gang, gang Yeah, it's a thriller Gang, gang, gang, gang A caterpillar Yeah, I keep the Mac on me, bitch, just call me Steve Jobs This loud pack got me higher than them Greek Gods I'm on the Southside, shooters got them dead eyes We be stackin' bread high We yo' fuckin' demise Said all my money fuckin' dirty Got these bitches, got these bitches, on my phone What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck it really is? They be talkin "1nonly how the fuck you get so big, son?" Money I be makin' holy fuck, I'm gettin' rich I be in the whip, dirty ticket that minute (Beats on fire) People tryna put us up together, are you Dennis? Pick up off my feet, you so cut, house rented Hold up, what they mean? I said "Hold up, wait a minute" Bitch I shoot you, yeah that's why I got it on my record Got two-four fucks left to pick up, I'm on that beat for real Like holy shit, like holy fuck I'm high as fuck, I can't relax I count this money, got this money stacking Call me by the stack, broke bitch Glock, I bust down Thot, she bust down Hot, I fuck now Stop, I nut now Watch, the fuck out Knock, I'm up now Shot, the bums down Rock, I'm punk now Milly rock, shine like I'm Jonny Dang dang dang Silly watch, Ion need a thing, but a gang chain Iggy pop with the punk rock, you a damn lame 55, but I run a hundred on the highway See that wocky got you loose Say it to ya face, and then I say it in the booth Hey, huh, what? Fuck you bitches, I'm the truth Bitch I'm gettin' brain from ya main baby boo Yeah, fuck you too