BLUDSTUG E

Money feel right, loading going a killing spree. You know shit so bad I can't even fuck With family. So I'ma scrap on 'em slick, Glock laying next to me. I don't trust no damn body. I hit your bitch, boy, this ain't that type Of party. I be in Snuffy just smoking some Broad day. Over hundred, man, my truck look so Foreign. Half a million in the streets And I'm Good. So I'ma pop your ass like a baby crib. Young Pity City. I feel like got bees with a million volts. I feel like I got bees with a million Volts. So ride around town looking like million Ain't no pocket square, I got jets running Shorts. Haters mad 'cause they stuck and I'm coming Up. I feel like I got Bees with a million volts. Town looking a Ain't jets running on my shorts. Haters mad 'cause they stuck and I'm coming up. They I'm going for it.