Tryna Flee

Pull up with the chopper, got the itch, these niggas trying to flee

He die with his eyes closed, they think he sleep peacefully

Chop chops and glocks, it's peace for peace Psyched, psyched, nigga, that peace for me

Shots hit him, niggas screamin', uh, just like Master P

New bitch, bad a masterpiece, she call me your majesty

Givenchy, this and that, step your style up, don't be mad at me

Make that pussy pout when I hit her, she know I smash and leave

Niggas say they want smoke, with the smokers burnt like grabba leaf

I trust God, that's my belief, fear the devil, be stalking me

Fear no evil, fear no man, this Drake sound like twenty bands