Dirty Revolver

歌詞

Fuck the Wraith, I'm in a Chevrolet Impala With duct tape around a dirty-ass revolver Real chick, Versace jet for the charter Make sure the vulture with me every time I departure Yeah, I fucked her good, real good, and I ain't call her They said I'm being petty, petty I be ready like Freddy if a nigga got a problem, pussy nigga, I'm ready, ready 15 for a 9 piece I swear it don't make no motherfucking sense, the bitch a dime piece Quarter mill' on a time piece Keep it real, then they change, man, you still don't surprise me And nigga know not to try me I've been spendin', then I bendin' to my people house in pine tree Buck 50 let me duck it and dungeon A bear's in the Benz, and I'm seein' Jumanji When they coming out with some new women? 'Cause the bad bitches not on that fetty, fetty And if heath really weath, motherfucker, I'm healthy Nigga Dr. Sebi, Sebi Yeah, little mix bitch with the hazel eyes I'm like, "Can I get your number?" Her friends said, "Can he?" She said, "You Haitian and a Gemini Boy, I already know you trouble, but LOL text me" Came through day block swinging like baseball Shoulda had these things out, gave their hood a paint job Rip a nigga face off, won't stop, can't stop By the time they check off, this ho sayin', "Take off" Burn that shit Madoff, been pressure since I came out The womb, I'm a motherfuckin' goon Hey, pop that boy balloon, pew and zoom Fredo in the dune, you beef with me, your doom Flippa finna be zoom, he comin' home in June Thuggin' every June, ain't no lovey-dovey do Keep a Glock, I get through Snatch back and shoot, off-white shoes, the crack khaki too Pop that boy balloon, pew, zoom She know I was a bug, I was born in June Posted in the club blowing K2 fumes