This shit sound like some demonic shit
M8V3N, M8V3N Gang (Mhm)
Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang (On the floor)
Shooter, gang, gang, gang, gang
M8V3N Gang
Shooter (Look)
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, I'm in my own lane, I get to that breesh, uh
I don't fuck with rats, but I get to that cheese, uh
Shawty make it (Shawty make it)
Said shawty make that (Shawty make that)
Look, my way or the highway, bitch (My way or the highway, bitch)
Check inside this V, we got all kind of shits, look (We got all kind of shits)
They gon' let off shit, we got all kinds of sticks, look (We got all kind of sticks)
That lil' bitch a treesh, she do all kind of tricks
That's why I like the bitch
She wanna give me a baby boy (Baby boy)
Ain't gon' use no condom, fuck it, then we goin' raw (Then we going raw)
She get what she want, she love to suck me like a straw (Suck me like a straw, huh)
I'ma keep it P, no telling what we seen or saw, uh, look
Been a gangster, how you think they raid me?
Uh, getting all this money, bitches wanna rape me
Uh, fucking all these baddies, niggas hate me
Uh, I'ma treat her nice but now she wanna date me
But you can't fuckin' date me
Look, I'm in my own lane, uh, I get to that breesh, uh
I don't fuck with rats, but I get to that cheese, uh
Shawty make it (Shawty make it)
Said shawty make that (Shawty make that)
Look, I'm in my own lane, uh, I get to that breesh, uh
I don't fuck with rats, but I get to that cheese, uh
Shawty make it (Shawty make it)
Shawty make that (Shawty make that, look, look)
Look at all these diamonds and these chains, bitch, I'm getting checks (Bitch, I'm getting checks)
Love the way she shake, she big bodied like a TRX (TRX)
I just spent like twenty in Chanelly, where we going next? (Where we going next?)
A mill' a half I spent on bail, you niggas not a threat
Bro just copped a Lamb', boy, this ain't no renty (Boy, this ain't no renty)
Yeah, this car go fast, this a Trackhawk, baby (This a Trackhawk, baby)
Yeah, this shit go fast, fast, fast, fast, fast (Rah)
Yeah, they set me free, them niggas can't contain me (Niggas can't contain me, uh)
Told, "Her wear a seatbelt, I'ma drive you crazy," uh (I'ma drive you crazy)
Pull up in that "Damn, why he actin' crazy?" (Hol' on)
Uh, please don't make me fah, fah, fah, fah, fah (Rah)
She know I'm a beast, yeah, they could never tame me
They could never, look (They could never, look)
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