Letras
Yo, felonies all up on your rep, feds put a tap
Long paper, you was missin' that, so they listen back
Put the can away, but you needa wait, family need a plate
'Bout to flee today where the reaper play
Gave your moms a kiss, movin' on with this
Somethin' wrong with this, your man calm with this
Pray to sit somewhere where Dons'll sit
Your man caught a case but he ain't tell you
The streets ain't loyal to nobody and it always fail you
You lookin' at your paperwork but you ain't gettin' bail through
I got schooled from the OGs and even Vel too
Back to the story, highway with work in the trunk
It's been a drought for a while and it's the first of the month
If this work don't move then a person get slumped
I'm just tryna make it back when this mission is done
Y'all remember when I told y'all that his line was crossed?
He ain't thinkin' that far, plus his mind is lost
He on the phone with his girl, she a ex of another rat
She about the bag, so of course she had to cover that
When I get back I'll buy you all the bags you want
Hit Gucci up, rip all the tags you want
She on the phone with her ex, told him about the whole move
Askin' why he ain't doin' time and they got his whole crew
You know I got a lawyer, you know I had to handle that
On some other shit, tell me what town your man is at
I know you miss me wearin' it out
She laughed and not thinkin', told him somewhere in the south
Told him how all the work got imported, he bought it
And on the other line the feds got it all recorded
Informant, he did what he did to stay out
While her man outta town tryna find a way out
It be them low trickin' broads
So when he pulled up here come the coke sniffin' dog
And kickin' down the doors
Hands behind his back, he thought his man sold him out
He'll never say a word, even if they fold him out
The feds tryna slay him
And never in his mind he thought his girl would betray him
But her ex wasn't playin', she cryin' in the crib
'Cause somethin' felt funny, then the phone ring
Yo bae, I need some fuckin' bail money