(Doomshop mothfucker)
I got-I got plenty guns
Love it when you run
Got to get it back
No returns
Fuckin' with me you gonna burn
Got the Glock, got the Mac, got my riches filled with racks
Fuck a rubber band
Feel that shit then
Loose up in the rental van
Crash that motherfucker, cause I'm too loked up
What the fuck
I'm breaking down the chances that I get away with all these guns
I'm having fun, don't stop me now
'Less you keep the talking down
I'm not a peep, I wanna creep up on ya
This ya fucking warning
How ya feel with gats in your face
Think ya like the taste
Drugs in ya face, this is great, this my fucking day
See the sun, I'll waste the morning cause it never stop for me
Hate what you see but you see it in your dreams
What the hell my mama said "what's alive is never dead"
Imma keep on walking and the flocking through the darkness everyday
Yack after yack got me sick, what is that
Your mortality, is that what your gripping
Oh you ride on me
Don't blow my high
Think I got ya, I'm not got
Wanna fly? I can help with that
Look up on my fucking Mac
Don't blow my high
Think I got ya, I'm not got
Wanna fly? I can help with that
Look up on my fucking Mac
I got-I got plenty guns
Love it when you run
Got to get it back
No returns
Fuckin' with me you gonna burn
I got-I got plenty guns
Love it when you run
Got to get it back
No returns
Fuckin' with me you gonna burn
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