Evil giane type song

Lyrics from snippet

[chours]

He talking put the boy, on a poster

I keep a stick on my hip in the holster

I’m tryna buy, me a crib when i older

[?], my shoulder

I’m with my gang, i stay with my soldiers

I’m tryna put my momma, in a rover

We finna cook that lil boy, like a toaster

I made like ten since the start of corona-