teeth

Pop out do em' just look like dirty dan

I start shoot back when I seen they kill my man

Burr, burr, shoot my shot, that bitch clutch like Jeremy Lin

I said, money ain't a issue, that bitch cost like 30 bands

And my brudda sent his ass to god, when his Hi-Point jammed

Arp gon shoot the traphouse up, Skrt off innat lamb

Everyday I pray to fuckin god, this bitch ain't pretend

Pistol aim it at his fuckin top, like gimme ten percent

Swing my fucking necklace, icebox, that's y'all rent now

Thought that was ya bitch but she a bop, got her bent down