a train I'll stick a fang in your blood bank then strangle my shangle bangle you like the triangle piece of an angle I think my shit's too brutal for
grave plot With blood clots and gun shots the church bells be ringin I'm out of my mind I'm out of control and my head just keeps spinning and uh I know
but ah nine kick off for real Nigga drop that bill or I pop my steel Ain't no competition don't fuck wid my clik And so listen you bitches stay trippin