Pop, pop, pop, pop
Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood
Cover fire
I need a rumor
You're a school shooter
A problematic desire
I'm just a gun with the hire
I'll pop your skull and your tires
I want your feeling
And everything in your fiber
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Munching, popping on bubblegum
Yeah, I feel you on my tongue
Lick across the clip of my gun
Am I, am I in love?
Or am I off the drugs?
Your girl say I fuck like a thug
She wants kisses over blunts
Let the chains hit her face
Gunshots feel like a blade
Swerve the car, make me race
Suicide's a mistake
Snipers chill with berets
Push you off the edge
Throwing knife, like, pick your fight
Pussy boy, I wanna see my bride
I feel like Xzibit 'cause I pimp my ride
Yeah, bitch, there's one, pick up your sight
Thoughts contrived, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can never do right in your mind
It's just so hard to stay attached to this world
Live off you like matter
MP5 like scatter
Blood just leaves me staggered
Got twelve on me, won't let me be
Got gummy worms stuck in my teeth
I see her face, I'm like: OMG
Grapple tape on my SMG
Talk, talk, talk, but you won't beat me
Cover fire
I need a rumor
I'm just cooler
Alright, IG, I had a hard workout today, but
I'll see y'all later
SuWoo