Bc BU'UL sent da beat 2

I'm feelin like rambo, my FN don't run outta ammo,

Your bitch is an animal, she suckin my dick like a danimal,

Bitch you don't have a band to pull out, stop fuckin talkin fore I send u back home,

Not hurtin me if u walk out its a choice to sleep alone,

Your life is a fable, your money don't make you enabled,

I'm doin shit that you can't do got my own fashion and my own brand too,

Triple s fine she got no manners she got a pink glock n'll shoot you in your face,

Betta watch the drugs she serve you cuz if you an opp its gon be laced,

& when I'm on the fuckin highway I'm always on gas not doin no breaks,

I got niggas deep inna field, the time that they on is planet of da apes,

Triple s jus keep on beggin me & my niggas but we not wearin capes,

All them pussy ass niggas know that shit we come around swingin dracs,