Young gunna gunna I’m in my prime 
Mouse started runnin
We shootin' rounds right in they stomachs
And leave them inside a ditch (inside a ditch)
Ain't nothin' funny when you gotta break down an onion
It look like you fryin' a brick (FRY)
Hit her on Sunday she still wanna ask me for money
She gon' end up dyin' a b**** (dyin')
Got me some hundreds and still gotta keep it one hundred
Cause these niggas counterfeit

idk her age
matter fact, idk what thats from.
that won't hold up in court