Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost
And the door is unlocked, i wake up gagged by russians with guns cocked,
Now, nigga, it’s the prince
Artillery weak with guns
It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with
One time for the ville that cole rep
Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit
With my guns your get antiquated
But they only like kids with hightop nikes
And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights
I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops
With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars
Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference
After an umbrella run i'm having hella fun playing with heavy guns
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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