bone u still a lil bych, they call u spitta cuz u be suckin on that dick,
i no where u sleep and i no where u stay, becarful or one of these days ull wake up to a 12 guage, or 9 milla, tell me do u got wat it takes to step to a killa? hell naw cuz all u is is talk, bet u wont be mouthin off at tha sound of da glock, 2 to da chest and 6 in ya brain, got me so hott i had to unload a clip in ya face, and blow dis bych away, not playin ne more games nu huh not today