Bullets flying, fake homies lying
No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing
Trying hard to speak and
My g"s have been handcuffed,
The youngest of my mother kids
Some lyrical bullets,
Spraying bullets when spittin phrases
And panned out, i'm all in love
Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips
At close range, no gimmick, fired their lyrics like bullets
Man but this ain't no sign language
Bullets in ya hand bitch
It´s the battle of life
Sky high, iced out paradise
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