i got 5ive bullets left in my 9ine E

Riding with the gun called process. P-p-p-pay is never doubt. Elixir play will burn your ears. Fuck. Shit. I-I got, I got five bullets left in my Nine. Same with the Glock. Look at the fuck ups on my spine. Man, I do this all the time. Yeah, I might be Jerry, but my head is So fly. See them rappers small and then you Look me in my eye. Fuck. Riding on my crony, I got Tony honey. My beef look like pepper, I mean type pepperoni. Come from Beijing, but you'll never get caught on Me. Oh, man. Shot it on my 40, then my tech on Me. Stop, drop, drop my Glock, sticking out on Fifth, Fifth City. Pull it off. Every time I hit it, blood is pumping, speaking. Blah, blah, blah, you'll never reach the seventh Earth. From LA to New York, yeah, You know I set on first. Sula, Sula, Sula, Sula, Die, die, die motherfucker.