410 Revolver

Still in the beats you can see a seed soda

Navy blue lavins match the rims on the rover

Too much traffic in rap, I ride the shoulder

Rap likes to blow man colder

Still waiting on that f800 benz

Keep it 100 f havin friends, I'm bout making ends

Chinchilla in storage I keep it cool

It's cold like my bitch, she make em drool

A million deaths to a pigeons stool

My shoes gas like hesh when a nigga move, fool

Casket sharp, fresh to death

Filth rich give me the loot, big and meth

Slip her outta lapearla hit it to the mornin

All the clicko got a nigga hurling

She gotta fat ass, with some nice extensions

A gold digger tryna mass her intentions

Tryna mass them intentions baby

Kill or be killed

Gpg 4

Got nuttin to prove to y'all niggaz man

Knawimsayin

I email for 3 thosuand dollars for madonna paper

Ya feel me