Seat back
blowin good smoke.
Mind full
I need another toke.

Lights off
Creepin real slow.
No evidence
But his family know.
45
I ain't gotta blow.
Hit you high
I Hit you low.
Handle shit
Then I lay low.
Thinkin ima bitch
Nigga hell no.

Wrong family
Wrong time.
Pussy niggas
I'll get mine.
Talkin shit
Got outta line.
Show up at ya crib
I got that fuckin 9.
Tie you up
Hold it to ya fuckin mind.
Break ya teeth
It's a fuckin sign.
I been ready
Waitin for the fuckin time.

Mannn Roll another blunt
This bitch is Goin out.
Can't breath
Let the bitch air out.
Turn the music down
Listen what I'm trippin bout.
I'm bout this shit
Without a doubt.
Pull up
Bet he won't hop out.
I got them shits
Boy you better stop now.

Matter fact
It's too late.
Wrap you up
Wit duct tape.
God said
Don't hate
Somebody
Gotta relate.
I got real love
I got real hate.
Told the nigga stop
But he real late.
Now I gotta real plan
Wit a real date.

Masked up
Wearin all black
Long clip
Comin thru the back.
Ain't bout drugs
ain't bouta stack.
Best drop down
When you hear that click clack.
Cause I'm real crazy
Best believe that.

For my family
I'm really down.
Lights off
window down.
Hit the block
& creep around.
Load my clip
It's a 30 round.
Unload that bitch
You layin on the ground.
Head shot
On the first round.
Towel around the muzzle
They ain't hear a sound.

Where's the fuckin weed at?
Where's the fuckin rillo pack?
Roll another one
And make that bitch fat!
Where's the pipe nigga
Imma light that.

Pussy nigga
imma light that.
Pussy nigga
Imma fight that.
Pussy nigga
Prolly won't fight back.
Cause he a pussy like that.
Murder on mind.
Uon wanna hype that.

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