Whoo Kid what the f**k ? Are you high or on some s**t? I know you f**k wit Fifty but you talkin s**t son. I ain’t even from there but I know their are some goons that rep they s**t and they will tear s**t up.
THIS N–GGA DON’T DESERVE TO BE CALL’D A DJ OR WHATEVA THE F-CK HE CALL HIS SELF; P-SSY -SS NI-GGA LUV’S WHITE HO’S. TALKIN BOUT CONNETICUT. IF YOU EVA COME TO THE LONE STAR STATE !!!! BET YOU LEAVE WIT A DIFFERENT ATTITUDE B-TCH.
Whoo Kid, I’m laughin out loud. You got all dez niggaz amped up wit dat one. Not me doe. Cause you know and I know you run wit goons yourself and aint s**t goona happen to you. Unless you pop dat s**t in West Baltimore.Yea you know. BODYMORE, MURDERLAND.
Whoo! You wack son! Get off Zoe Pound D**k. You scared like a mother fucker. If I see you in Miami on the Beach or whereever Im a try my brassknuckles on your front grills. We carry Glocks with 33 rnds for you and your goons. S**t talking mother fucker.