Yung Chris Reeve
Throw the bottles in the bag
Throw like 5 in my hand
Gonna throw 'em down my throat
Feeling like I'm Superman
Got that Clark Kent flow with a top notch bitch
Getting top notch head then I burn that bridge
Don't give a shit and I never gave a fuck
Shooters'll leave your wig split from the back of the truck
Hope you're ready, swerving heavy Z71 Chevy
Aim steady, spray deadly, spill your guts from your belly
Never see me on the telly cause I'm really with the shits
Duckin' 12 in the telly and I'm really with your bitch
Tie you up
Steal your shit
Slit your motherfuckin wrists
Then I dip out quick
Stupid little prick
Triple up the profit
Fuckboi needa stop it
Never call the cops, shit
Make your body drop, bitch
Hellrisen out the 575
Come alive in the night
Got the hands on sight
Or the scope with the light
Act right or I might just decide
That tonight be the night that it's time to end your life motherfucker
Dirty mutt from the rut
Got a set? Throw it up
Got a problem then What's Up?
Got my middle finger up to anybody with an issue
Cry me a river bitch I ain't grabbing no tissue
Say you gonna leave better believe I ain't gon' miss you
Cold heart in my chest that I've learned how to misuse