Running through the alley with a full clip chipping off the top from the evil flip I ship off rocks

Criminally crafted the weapons are automatic sifted by the fate of the pistol controlling the whistle dodging homicide officials

Don’t be foolish and back down my thought is ruling like this money is music I create the movement pistol to your face

No compelling arrangements with the stainless always on the grind still gaming a millimeter still aiming

It wont fly demons get ready to die killas get ready to ride girls selling wet on the side register meter and time

Beware of the shark I kill you all leave them in the dark show no mercy on my enemies with no heart

Forever a Don pull hits that carry on St. Scalesaveli transform like Megatron the first to spit this line

That 12 gauge will leak you out Blood type with no Fanta championship Alabama shot down with no camera

Losing time making money ultimate grind bullet shells moonshine clutching the 9

I bring the action the wolves keep stacking stack until my hands lock off that’s my satisfaction keep scrapping

Murder was the key money was the dream soak your thoughts in kerosene live bullets from metal machines

Motivated power buried bullet shower money move in towers double up in hours taking out you cowards

Candles burn when I’m falling asl… I be dosing off when reality creep… In my orbit, I’m running through… ones for the money, the other for… We grew up drinking wild moonshine

Cold thieves slam dunk hanging from the tree you run your mouth like Charles Barkley

The way you thought it was aint the way it’s done I’ma get my gun I’ma make you run predator one in the jungle