We were at the bar and her ex came over with her favorite drink. Looked at me and said not to fret he ain’t hitting it no more. Couldn’t believe she let that happen
And he died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots. From twin Glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
Which means, one of my guns was holdin' 17 Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you