gonna make way for something few Of these people will never understand Oh, strain whenever, we carry it alone together It keeps my lungs from ever, trying to hold you Oh
the club for a rub Yo, O peep it, oh shit, O duck (Oh shit! Oh shit!) Another hit, another struck, here comes Mr. Stray Bullet Five, the tip, getting
peep it, oh shit O duck (oh shit!, oh shit!) [pop pop pop pop pop] [woman screams] Another hit, another struck Here comes Mr. Stray Bullet Five, the tip
