roadkill

I shoot out the window and turn that boy to roadkill

I stand on my money now and look like Shaquille O'neal

I just made like 1, 2, 3 bands, made like 4 mil'

Tote around that case of money, Deal or No Deal

I know that some time passed but I still got no feel

Sometimes I be high as hell stylin' shit, got no chill

I just smoke that real shit exotic, don't pop no pills

He got no kills but he call himself a shooter, I think he confused

I just walked out of the jeweler, AP Mueller on my wrist, bitch

If he talkin' get that Glock and that's a quick fix

Blitz that boy like this shit madden, get hit with that hit stick