What happened to the beat?
No drugs, give me mixer and vodka
Girls cause stress, I can't chill
The escort is juicy, I jump in
Just ask Dana how easily I can shock
Easy thing, turning skulls into soup
Smoking on a dead f*cking rat
Sitting, banging and whipping coca
Burning money on a gun, no watch
They talk about murder, they talk about nonsense
I want to see blood, lakk, give me a chance
They live on words and I'm in a dance
Shoutout to MN, brothers and brams
Stuck here in V, I'm going nowhere
Whose carbine? It's not mine or his
Shoutout to MN, brothers and brams
I'm sipping on Cîroc, I'm feeling calm
Guess what I have by my balls
No drugs, I can't be stupid
Strap by the hotel, the escort is mute
Snitch on me, no d*ck in your mouth
Done so much and I'm so young
Caress a gun, lakk, baby, just sing
Get his soul, mix it with the haze
You'd think I stomped again
The boys love it but think I'm disturbed
We talked on the phone and she said she got wet
She loves my height and plus I'm cute
Ruthless, I'm with all the smoke
He sized me up, but now he's dead
Many rats who bit my bread
In the middle of the storm but I feel a glow
My brother dodged eleven, of course he's the same
Before P3, we were in the woods shooting
The gun's nervous, it stutters
Four wars, I'm a real gunna
Young in body but the brains are old
You get it? Man, we're not the same
Smoking on an opp mixed with ganja
Mom, I fought to get here
Many opps who want to take my life
Virgins, they just talk sh*t
'Where's Barre?', he's probably on a lick
I miss Chapo, brother, rest in peace
F*ck these OGMs, man, and f*ck the opps
Who is it? Let me guess