Sad friend Pozle lucky 7
I don't, give a, fuss up, shut up
Wait, still in my way?
I got seven cards, in the mothafuckin' driveway
Big body barrel, 150 on the highway
Acting like a devil, mothafucka, you could die, wait
Do you wanna die Cause I will commit a homicide
We go, really thought, we could spray 'em like a pesticide
Been here on the sight, with a bitch, you wanna die tonight?
Lurking on your side, with a .30, and you'll fucking run
And I pray, that I put 'em in a coffin everyday
MMA, we could really get to kick you where you stay
Any day, I could take your fucking shorty where I lay
In his face, with a .7 'cause it necessary to pray (Wait, wait)
I never catch 'еm lurking, I'ma catch his ass and drive
With a fully automatic, poppin' off of metal jackets
Keep a shorty hеre at the crib, with baby always at the ratchet
Automatic hit his chest and leave him on the floor, just like a mattress
Wait, I be kickin' shit just like a hat trick