Rolling heavy with the pistol to your fuckin' chest, bitch
Everything I touch, it turns to motherfucking dust, bitch
Inside of my head is almost dead from all these evil thoughts
Cock the motherfucking Glock, then I'm gonna let it pop
Do not try to hide because I know what is inside
Darker than the darkest place, I'll leave you in a murder case
Face me out, ain't no doubt
I will leave you with no clout
Fuckin' all these bitches in the hood
Do not ever think of me in that fuckin' way
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