Oxy

That choppa gone blow thru the crowd

That nigga aint shit he gone cry like a child

I got me a brand new bugatti that shit go 300 miles per hour

I stepped in the game and all of you rappers devoured

That pussy so wet it feel like a nigga was drowning

That 22 it shoot silent

I cannot leave none of the 6 cause all of my niggas is solid

Fuck my accountant i drop a deposit

I drop a band it aint nothing about it

Hellcat too fast got no mileage

Burberry bookbag thats my timing