Tears of Allah

Money got blood on it a whole lotta bodies Taliban gang we on some

Feel like a thief stealing his soul feel real numb I don't know nothing

Choppa gon' tear up his whole fucking shit wiping him up cause his nose running

I treat my gun like a motherfucking bitch tellin' that blick get close to me

Know I be touching these percs reach for the stick get hit in your nerves

I don't play games unless I come in first

Call it a purse? pull it out get hurt

I like my diamonds to twinkle and smack

I like my money real long like giraffe

I like my clips doubled and stacked

Gon' talk back get hit with these mags