Tell this bitch quit callin my phone
Boy i got a big ass Glock in my jeans if he fuck wit me just like my freestyle off with his dome - off with his head
Fuck n***a talkin bout some he “in his zone” now he all in the red
Only talk with the led, fuck all that yappin a n***a get wacked he can talk to the dead
Boy my n***as’ll shred

Foe nem shoot this bitch up and then leave like a deadbeat
Ain't no callin no truce boy u in this shit waist deep
Muthafuck by the arm boy this shit in my waist reach
With a scope right in front of yo ass just like saycheese

Ridin with the ARP with 223s in it make a bitch n***a take these
U know that that bitch dont skate but she leavin with scraped knees
When i had scraped off the piece they tried to investigate me

LVPD pull me over we out shooting that video for “Carmelo”
My brodie too real he tried takin the charge let em go they still took me to jail tho
And thats when i still was on papers i coulda been out way quicker i ain't have no bail tho
And it ain't nun good bout that shit, but i never read more books than i did in that cell tho
Why a n***a just sit in that bitch, and you can look see the whole world through a small ass window?
Man these n***as dont really be on shit
And shout out my n***a up in 5B beat up the CO
I seen a fuckboy get stretched for thinkin he Deebo - the boy get stepped on i be with them steppers like Memo
Score on a peon ass n***a with the Evo
Now they tryna find em like the fuckin remote - just find off white bottoms sitting in the street tho - with a BB simon belt wrapped round his throat
Yea these n***as be droppin the ball i dont choke tell yo bitch get my balls out her mouth she chokin
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