Im starting to see guns and knives
And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights
Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns
Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,
Pull out guns and let 'em spark
February cold as my heart
Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,
You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit
Get lucky and make money fight niggas till shit bloody
Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money
Money mayhem got them niggas all goth
Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause
Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes
Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,
But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas
My niggas in their crews, they gettin' money, shottie blasts,
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