[Chorus]
I got that gun to your head
I got that gun to your head
I got that gun to your neck
I got that gun to your head
I got that gun to your head
I got that gun to your neck

[Verse 1]
Gucci printed goggles all up in my fucking face (ya bitch)
Pussy so crunchy just like a Frito lay
Chopping out the uber with the backwood
That's my shoota talking all that fuck shit
Ain't no bullets in your ruger
One time for your Bitch
And she hear me fucking talking
And I'm fucking [?]
With your bitch she hear me walking
And I'm in the back front seat big body
And I got your bitch, she got a big body

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