Oh, yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this
Huh, what?
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
Now here it go
I just made it home, missed calls on my phone
See, I been gone, was tryna hit a lick but that s**t just went wrong
I got a thot, she right off the block, her crib be the spot
And we got Glocks, tucked all in the shit, don't come unless you knock
But this b***h grimy, told her 'bout this nigga, helped me set him up
And she was with it, she just want some shoes and she ain't give no fucks
So we do that, I was at his neck, creepin' from the back
But saw the opps and had to let 'em have it, how f****d up is that?
But where that bitch? She ain't called me yet, we did that at six
And who got hit? I know someone, check 'cause King Von, he don't miss
Now two weeks pass, I'm back on my grind, I can't waste no time
The opps been quiet, they be whoopin', though, but them niggas not slidin'
And I been high, I can't even lie, that thot been on my mind
Why she ain't called? I ain't seen her ass, I hope that she a'ight
Now it's midnight, I'm hittin' some blocks, just me and my Glock
Came to a stop
I'm at a red light, I usually don't stop
My phone keep ringing, just a hoe, of course, this b***h prolly bored
I press ignore, I ain't got no time, a w***e gon' be a w***e
Now I get that feelin', something ain't right, I look to my right
And I'm like, damn, there go that flexing nigga, he wavin' his pipe
He get to dumpin'
Bullets get to coming, my heart get to thumbin'
I feel something, my left shoulder hot, blood just get to gushing
I'm like shit, ain't this 'bout a bitch?
And he with that bitch, I got a glimpse
She got them big lips that's made for sucking d**k
Now it makes sense
That hoe set me up, that lil' dirty s**t
The double cross, tryna get me caught like I'm Randy Moss
Ah, shit, I just dropped my gun, plus I got one arm
I'm tryna drive, I can't shoot back now, this man on my ass
I almost crashed but I got the wheel, he tryna kill for real
But there go 12, he bust a quick right and I bust a quick left
Aw, s**t
What the fuck, gang, you good?
Damn, my shoulder
You know this b***h be fuckin' with me, gang
Damn, man, finish tellin' me about that s**t that
Was crackin' off last week with them niggas and s**t
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah, look
Now this what happened
A week later, my arm in a sling, I been sippin' lean
Pure codeine, I don't feel a thing, my hoe say I'm mean
I need a blunt, stuff that b***h with Runts, boy, I'm on a hunt
And ain't no breakfast, but I'm a box a nigga, like some Cap'n Crunch
I got a tip that, that thot b***h be on 75th
Right off Cottage with her best friend, gettin' her hair did
I'm like cool, finna make my move, post up what I do
This b***h a fool for tryna play me out like this s**t was cool
Now it's like two, catch her walkin' out, her new hairstyle blue
And she look cute but that mean s**t to me, I crept up then I boomed
And that was that, now I'm running back, I stop in my tracks
There go that Porsche, how crazy is that? Boy, I'm on his ass
The first blast, it shatter his glass, damn, this n***a fast
He hit the gas, I'm still shootin' at him, but I'm too far back
Damn, I'm hyped, let me tuck this pipe, get up out of sight
'Cause I see lights and them bitches bright, can't go to jail for life
So I take flight made it to the hood, everything went good
Knock on wood, flame me up a 'Wood, Tooka smellin' good
Looked at my phone got a text from Herb, he say, "What's the word?"
I say, shit, I'm just coolin', bitch, I'm not from 63rd
Bitch we not from 63rd
Stretch gang put in work
