Cool
Wreaking havoc, seven pistols, automatic, it don’t matter
Doesn’t matter, it don’t matter, druggie addict
Hmm, I said
Wreaking havoc
Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict
At least four pistols around me at all times, I’m a semi-addict (Uh)
The way I’m finna fuck that .30, they thought that shit was an automatic, uh
They don’t want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock
He ain’t coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops
I’m at the party, off a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop
Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that’s some beautiful shit
Put the codeine on the rocks
If you reach for my chain you get hit with the Glock
Working all day, all night, nigga no stop
Pull up with the fault eyes, can’t see none
I ain’t paying for pussy, bitch is you dumb?
But while you here, you should work for us
I promise you that you gon’ have that Birkin bag in a month
I told you niggas I’ll be on top
You doubted me and I said, “Just watch”
Now I got clout, I’m on a cloud, smoking on loud, getting the guap
And Perky me down, they bitch wanna twerk on me down
Asking me if my girl around, tryna get me ca-a-aught
Wreaking havoc
Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict
At least four pistols around me at all times, I’m a semi-addict (Uh)
The way I’m finna fuck that .30, they thought that shit was an automatic, uh
They don’t want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock
He ain’t coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops
I’m at the party, off a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop
Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that’s some beautiful shit