Pocket racked up all big faces
So bow down to the miss.
Kills the mother, kidnaps the daughter
That damier bag i bought her
I hit you through this screen here call it smack cam
Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man
Then find your daughter then fuck your niece
You gotta breathe and be at ease
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
Slaughtered this man in front of people and his daughter,
Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for
And hold his fuckin face underwater, hold him under til he sees ur daughter,
Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for
Rip your mother, sister, father and daughter
His daughter pops up, it's him n her playing in the snow
Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show
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