rip paul walker

I'm rocking the Chrome Hearts with Amiri jeans, finna fuck your daughter in this bitch
I'm off of the Perc' 30 (Ooh-ooh), finna crash out, I'm finna Paul Walker in this bitch
I lost my Glock, so I got another choppa and a rocket launcher in this bitch
Bro, you ain't a real nigga, you a bitch boy, I might put the Glock up on this bitch
Then I just might put my cock up on your bitch, I told the bitch to prop the shit up on her lips
You think out the wind and rock out in this bitch, I'm 'bout to take it out and rock it in a bit
And all of my niggas finna hit a blitz, I'm 'bout to cop another Glock just for the shit

Yeah, nigga, young viral in this bitch
You know Cam got the fucking juice

Okay, that nigga Cam got the juice (Oh yeah)
Finna slide with that mo'fucking tool (Oh yeah)
Got a ho tryna fuck me in school
These niggas be bitches, on God, but it's bool (Oh yeah)
Yeah, these niggas be broke, I would hate to be you
Them niggas like, "Chris, I would pay to be you"
When you come with that [?], having hatred for you
I can't lie, I don't know what to say to lil' dude
And, my niggas might take you off the map for blues
My young nigga swerving in the Bentley coupe
They said that I'm broke, ha, who nigga?
Pop out the cut, let's give that boy like Bool, nigga
Ayy, fuck this shit, I don't even feel like rapping no more, Skul, fuck these niggas up bro

Ahem (Brr)
And I'm rocking Chrome Hearts with the VVS up on my lip
This Chrome Hearts tee cost a check
Not new to this shit, I'm a vet'
You new to this shit, you a rookie
Run off with the pack, we took that boy cookies
OG down the street named Snookie
Young nigga know a lot, like Louie
Young nigga shooting shit, like Louie
3S on the shoes, like Luis (Bitch)
Fuck the guys, then pull off in a Buick
He got a (Blick), but, is he gon' use it?
Your bitch said she twerk to my music
Big choppa, take the trigger and use it (Brr)
Hop on the beat, and then I abuse it, on God, go (Hol on, brr, blatt)

I'm rocking the Chrome Hearts with Amiri jeans, finna fuck your daughter in this bitch
I'm off of the Perc' 30, finna crash out (Ooh-ooh), I'm finna Paul Walker in this bitch (Blatt)
I lost my Glock, so I got another choppa and a rocket launcher in this bitch (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
Bro, you ain't a real nigga, you a bitch boy, I might put the Glock up on this bitch (Brr)
Then I just might put my cock up on your bitch, I told the bitch to prop the shit up on her lips
You think out the wind and rock out in this bitch, I'm 'bout to take it out and rock it in a bit
And all of my niggas finna hit a blitz, I'm 'bout to cop another Glock just for the shit