She give me head quicker than a jet
Me a no reaper, gun baggage, yeah
Fuck the death, dem know me a no stranger
Pick it and see it, automatic inna the safe
I keep it inna the paper, the bitch inna the front seat
Take it out, lay it back, fit it down here, max
It's like a cricket on the buck up and straight
But it toss up and paint wall, fuck up all facial
Cut up and scale, fam
You know I'm good, nobody here hear that
Or up and scale, everybody
Full a can like a bubble plantation
Me give gun to robot and alien
Gun pull up, gun pull out
We show