Lyrics
In the field late night past 11 30 free my dog he just got booked for doing burglary
Then a bitch tried to pin a baby on him that even wasn't his we gotta cut down the dirt
Path to get to this nigga crib can't be posting guns on the internet because my case ain't
Been dismissed tryna deliver bombs to a nigga house did you wrap it up as gifts yet
I shoot jugg and stab a nigga off the court I'm like a triple threat
We gotta take everything out before the police raid this bitch they gonna run in the cabinets
Should've seen his eyes the way I reached for my strap I was too fast with it
I told him don't come back around till you got the cash ready
I ain't be so nice next time
Police goin' around asking who's bag this is I ain't saying that shit's mine
Why my head keep calling me nigga I already pressed decline
They asked me why I stuck this nigga up in the mall nigga just because
Told him put these packs inside your bag it's gonna add a little funk
I caught my opp walkin' down the street I said let's put him in the trunk
I told this nigga I'm not bringing you on this drill cause you don't know how to be quiet
On a two man with two bad ass bitches I am not decidin
I stabbed a nigga with a makeshift bayonet that shit look like a trident
This nigga got double cup with a pints of green I am not excited
I'm posted outside with the heat cause the junkies down here ain't so nice
I sent my bitch inside the store told her to get to Faygo and not to Sprite
Me and Tezz already hopped in the stu and we been talkin' spice
The opps excited that they scored but we been up twice as much
Niggas came with a couple pistols we brung twice the guns
Pulled this bitch out and blow no I don't fight for none
Nigga lost his life for playing yeah he died for fun
You know this Sevilla I been striking her
Why you asking all them questions must be mic'd or some
I'm bound to spaz out I ain't hire none
You be cooking up them pies got the fire coming
Told her if the play go right imma wire her somethin
About to go and sell a baby but it can't cry or nothing
Shots rang out I'm by the tire dumpin
All black midnight nope you won't see me comin
I was by myself but bro just hit the cut
I think he finna slump em
Made connections
See it to the end no we won't quit for nothing
Yeah smoke when we pop out, ugh
I graduated stupid bitch I'm not no dropout
What you want
Lil' cocaine or some rottweiler
Uncy did a bump it got him numb he pulled the Glock out, ugh
God damn he finna rock out
Pop a nigga up then he shot out