My weapon of choice is my lyrics , but yall cats is scared of that
So I guess I'll have to put them on reserve in the back
As I hop into my semi, and put my foot on the gas
Tearing up these cats, leave there craniums cracked
Brains leaking, no speaking when I'm riding through town
With my bitch in passenger, just holding it down
That's how we roll, me and her, together when we ride
Murdering cats, me and my gat, straight Bonnie and Clyde

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