Randy Orton E

Baby star gorillas in the saddle let them slippers Slide. Catch a opp bum across the tracks I'll Remove his mind. Got him down but I'm joggin' Up chase him down some Forces. Caught him at the light and gave him twenty, It felt me unfortunate. Bullets hit him from the Neck down and it came out his organs. Catch him lackin' we gon' smack down like I'm Randy Orton. Young baby star from the J's like I'm Michael Jordan. The other side poppin' hot shit But they not important. Nigga, it's a drum on that K I can Show you extortion. Pull up in your hood with AR you keep runnin' and runnin'. Duck and dodge a bullet, keep duckin', you runnin' And runnin'. Caught him on a nigga back block And stretched him all out. That thick bitch you See all on Instagram I be sluttin' her out. I got plays like Madden, I'm runnin' them routes. If we run up in a nigga house, we Tapin' his mouth. Five months we doin' five months, All my niggas can vouch. I ain't into poppin' Percs I rather take a Sip. Pour a deuce in a Faygo my water Slurred as shit. I ain't even wanna fuck Lil Baby, I'm into gettin' rich. I could make more money off of music 'stead Of takin' risks. How you say you really from The land, you never took a trip? Every time I caught up in that jam I Kept a stitch lit. I like all my bitches Bad and baby hair slick. I rather rob a no-sta so I can up It quick. Glock on the dick, whip it out Like I'm horny. Money tall as fuck, ain't got Shit for a shorty. Wanna show him what this Bitch did, but that's corny. I'm sippin' forty-two, this ain't no motherfuckin' Forty. Married to the money, rings on my finger. Niggas wanna beef, I'll roll a bitch, Jerry Springer. Three for the belt, five hundred for my Sneakers. Rap nigga mad 'cause he can't get a Feature. We on the stage, I see you niggas Sittin' in the bleachers. A whole lot of people Mad 'cause they can't really get no feature. Yeah, get chilly in the trenches, fuck a jacket, Grab a heater. When I pull my phone on DND my shit be ringin' like a beeper. Pass the strap to my dawg but you won't Call me Derek Jeter. You better watch out for Your dawg, I heard he talkin' to the people. Don't think we cooper, I'm a lion in these Jungles, I'll eat you. And if you owe me And I don't get my cash, I'ma beat you. Don't let me call my young bull, I swear To God that nigga lethal. He got a cold Chopper, shoots up zero, he don't the sequel. Spotted up in the club, I had a gun And he ain't have it. That nigga ran up Five sim, I swear to God, yeah, leave carnage.