Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before
Your joker, 52 cards in a deck , the mad mans me the one who's gonna slit your
Im going on a shooting spree
The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free
Hard to move on when you always regret one
I'm going on a killing spree with no precision
It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due
You thought you were going all out but i'll send your ass back in like a curfew
I flip their ass off like an acrobat on a trapeze
Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police
If only he was ghetto mans maybe we would sell a bit
I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,
Then going on a drug binge
Rather beatin on the bitch
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