By The Gate

Come in my room at the venue, you guaranteed to see a Drac'.

Shining like I be on that juice, I'm waking up, I ain't even ate.

Twenty-seven rounds inside my tool, I popped out little ole' eight.

Five shot the bitch eleven fucking times, bloody it again. Go on me, bring a fool. You tryna hold me? I can't wait.

Straight gangster shit that you ain't. Boy, you ain't 'bout it, you fake.

Shoot off your body, don't play. My yangin' take off your chain. Lil' bro'll take off your face.

This money kill whole pain. Bitch, nigga, tweet something.

I ain't heard baddest since they seen nothing. I need a drop so I can bleed something.

Her arm talking to the job done. A thousand times, that's a thousand guns.

It's ten of us and we all totin' one. Out in the street, they got they pom-poms.

They rooting for me, I'm the chosen one.

When the lights go down , when the lights go down.

Soon as the lights go down, yeah , when the lights go down , hey. She take that dick with no sound. She hear no time, it go down. Boy,

I'm not ready right now.

They ain't gon' fuck with lil' Top.

I'm a gangster, I'm smoking on spliff.

Why you always trip when I'm tryna stay focused? It's gon' go in one ear and come out of the other. Whenever you talking,

I'm drinking on Polski.

You done went back fucking with that nigga, nasty bitch, and you know I know it.

Claim I don't love you, I hit your brother with this stick, bitch, just to show it. In the back of the showroom getting showed.

We can let them shots off and let them. Pop out, I rock out, he thought he was hot.

Now, bitch, I get you ruined. I got my cock out. Better not get my spot out.

Get the dope out the pot when it's burning. Hold on to your hand, better watch what you doing.

Big and foul, hit the bitch in the arm.

Come in my room at the venue, you guaranteed to see a Drac'. Shining like I be on that juice, I'm waking up, I ain't even ate.

Twenty-seven rounds inside my tool, I popped out little ole' eight.

Five shot the bitch eleven fucking times, bloody it again. Go on me, bring a fool.

You tryna hold me? I can't wait. Straight gangster shit that you ain't.

Boy, you ain't 'bout it, you fake. Shoot off your body, don't play. My yangin' take off your chain.

Lil' bro'll take off your face. This money kill whole pain. Slime.

Lil' bro'll take off your face. This money kill pain. Slime. Top.

Slime, meet up.