CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : A rap song about committing lots of crimes but i dont actually commit any crimes its all cap (boi freestyle)
(You need a jolly rancher)
Imma get-Imma get money for sure
I get that (?) I'm floored
I got a Glock and a gun
And a mac and a scope
Can't clip if you run up
Can't wait to stick guys in the vagina
You got a d**k on your mother to hug her
And I'm making bands like a f**king pack addict
I feel like (?) charges
I'm on parole, I'm on parole for murder
I just killed a family of five
That gun doesn't have ammo in it like bro that's a lie
I can be off-beat and I am still fye
We cap on the grandma we aim watching you at all times
I'm (?) walk until I go blind
I do not say buck I don't know if that sh*t happened
Got (?) by the c*ck like it's magic
He talking sh*t we gon' spray at that faggot
And he want that raw method, he can tap in
I feel like Jen how my tits never lacking
You hop on the beat and you go passive
I hope on the beat and I go aggressive
Your pog if more poor than the great depression
We bout to turn up in this b*t*h no need for compression
I got (?) d**k boutta teach you a lesson
Just kidding that Glock with a d**k but I kicking her head in
And that's the sh*t you're forgetting
RIP Brono he's flying with angels in heaven
I'm making money like Devin
(Sorry I just had to say that because I don't know who Devin is bro)
(Like I--I needed a bar, but like, you know)
(Um)
(You know, I hope you liked it)
(No, f**k you, I don't care if you like it, you know)
(It was a joke, it was a joke, dude)
(Yeah)
Imma get-Imma get money for sure
I get that (?) I'm floored
I got a Glock and a gun
And a mac and a scope
Can't clip if you run up
Can't wait to stick guys in the vagina
You got a d**k on your mother to hug her
And I'm making bands like a f**king pack addict
I feel like (?) charges
I'm on parole, I'm on parole for murder
I just killed a family of five
That gun doesn't have ammo in it like bro that's a lie
I can be off-beat and I am still fye
We cap on the grandma we aim watching you at all times
I'm (?) walk until I go blind
I do not say buck I don't know if that sh*t happened
Got (?) by the c*ck like it's magic
He talking sh*t we gon' spray at that faggot
And he want that raw method, he can tap in
I feel like Jen how my tits never lacking
You hop on the beat and you go passive
I hope on the beat and I go aggressive
Your pog if more poor than the great depression
We bout to turn up in this b*t*h no need for compression
I got (?) d**k boutta teach you a lesson
Just kidding that Glock with a d**k but I kicking her head in
And that's the sh*t you're forgetting
RIP Brono he's flying with angels in heaven
I'm making money like Devin
(Sorry I just had to say that because I don't know who Devin is bro)
(Like I--I needed a bar, but like, you know)
(Um)
(You know, I hope you liked it)
(No, f**k you, I don't care if you like it, you know)
(It was a joke, it was a joke, dude)
(Yeah)
