f*ck Up the Mall lyrics

[Intro]
100 round gun
b*tch, I'm heroin on a spoon
I'm dope

[Verse 1]
I f*ck her, now she tapping out
Sex and that we chop it up
My life, I never planned it out
We living what we rapping 'bout
Cooking crack and keeping count
Get that brick and bust it down
Catch a ? and skip the town
100 rounds, b*tch, I got ?
? when we come around
Your main b*tch, she suck me down
?
Hang with killers, cannot hang with clowns
I got the stove, I got the pot, I think I need an apron now
I got the clip, I got the Glock, get the addy, knock 'em down
I'm just thinking out loud, these lil n*ggas actin' out
? know how to fight
Don't let that n*gga knock you out
Be careful what you say, n*gga
? on that spray, n*gga
I'm on that track with Zay, n*gga
You know this tape worth eight figures
My mama tryna save n*ggas
I'm just tryna to take n*ggas
Can't no n*gga play with me, I'm certified using that K, n*gga
You beef with rich shooters?
Nah, you better pray, n*gga
50 bags I can blow on clothes
That's just in the safe, n*gga
[Chorus]
f*ck up the mall
Lately I've been showing off
Make your b*tch lick my balls
This Section 8 is continental now
? b*tch, I'm in and out (I'm in and out)
But the 'Rari ?, I'm in and out (skrrrrr)
Fell in love with selling bags in streets, turn me out
Oh, oh, oh, oh
n*gga jumped off the porch and went to sell the ounce
Ounce, ounce, ounce, ounce

[Verse 2]
I've been running into trouble since the f*cking ?
Mama used to beat my ass, that sh*t made me crazy
n*gga, rest in peace to ?, showed me my first brick
And n*gga rest in peace to Bobby, let me shoot my first stick
?
My own family, they kill my family, n*gga try to murk me
And my mama used to say my father name cursed me
And my grandfather said "You can pay for all ?"
Rich shooters keep a gun, n*gga, where we all sleep
Will I live, will I die, n*gga, that's beyond me
But that ? yes that's all me
Can't f*ck with these ? n*ggas, rob em all week
If my bullets hit yo sh*t, n*gga, please don't call me
? 24/7, no sleep
?
We be f*ckin' checks up, we got keys to the streets
[Chorus]
f*ck up the mall
Lately I've been showing off
Make your b*tch lick my balls
This Section 8 is continental now
? b*tch, I'm in and out (I'm in and out)
But the 'Rari ?, I'm in and out (skrrrrr)
Fell in love with selling bags in streets, turn me out
Oh, oh, oh, oh
n*gga jumped off the porch and went to sell the ounce
Ounce, ounce, ounce, ounce