YoYo

My gun talk got ya body outlined in white chalk
Have niggas calln u da birdman the way u flock
I like niggas dat pleade, i slit ya throat to up my high
Put ya body in a museam, make ya shirt Ti-Die
Bye-Bye, last words u hear, looks like ya best friend wus fear
Clear, shot to ya neck, ugh, wut a mess, damn anotha through ya vest............


U can Finish dat up or start a new one