Story

[Verse 1:]

I got 25 pipes in my book bag

25 ounces of that OG gag

I got a mouthful of y'all niggas OG bag

And I'm a paper round 1 and y'all not fed

I got the pretty ice glass with the dragons

I made a half of mil made out of fan kits

And I still get the dough to your daddy

Coming on 'cause you know I fuck your mamy

26 is great 8 with the headbag

Can't hear from your mama what a G bag

Red 4's on already black bentley

Crib blue forging lookin just like pentley

On way nigga but I rhyme on the schemeless

Just hit a lick so I'm finna spend plenty

Pop up in the club I ain't thought up in the 20

I at least made 20 mil on I 20

20 year old, hit 20 fucking licks

30 years old Gucci 20 year old bitch

Acting roze at 30 years old

Suicide dogs, I don't wanna die bitch

Got a call from my niggas said daddy what a bleach

Tell me where you wanna come that's where he will be

Pillow with a mac 11 rding for the fresh

And a nigga gon jump me, a nigga gon jump

[Verse 2:]

Just got a call and my dog got some steady

Get the car keys and the chopper's out the alley

This the part of the game where shit gets tragic

Nigga say he got problem, we gotta let him have it

All a couple AK's and a couple cars

With my dog been robbin' now we got a couple problems

He wrong or he right, bitch we shoot on sight

Burn your man's house down the next morning catch a flight

Check 'em out her hope he told his family good night

Thanks to breaking down these bails I'm a need a good life

Out in Vegas partying like it ain't shit happened

Out here fucking with these bitches tryin to see what happenin

I hate bitch ass niggas with a passion

I had to leave ain't got time for no question asking

Feet kicked up smoking and relaxing

Shoot a nigga ass out, John Paxen

[Verse 3:]

I'm the type of nigga will shoot you in public

Rather to a nigga that I robbed in the public

I said I heard you lookin for me and he try to change the subject

Had that pussy in my breeze said he thought I went epic

Up in told all day riding through the public

Somebody called the police 'cause they thought I was gonna bust them

I ain't get shit bad that is not out for discussion

They say the nose on 6 boys had to be trusted

But love ever take you there and pull up in the cullies

If your nigga had a roast then the pussy nigga lucky

I might pull up in a Rolls Royce and pull up in a bucket

Ye I rob your home boy but I ain't motherfucking ducking

If you see me in the club better keep on trucking

'Cause these niggas on the fuck shit and they ain't with the fuck around

Got a pistol with you dog and here it's the crystal

Matter of fact 2 pistols can't let you get the pistol

You made it I was 8 when I first learned to wrestle

I was bind on cook, man those fuckers was catching

Get silly squick, man the law he was blessing

Got a car and then a tec got a whole lot of weaponry

How the bed how the dough where I go off the extasy

Can't pull a move maybe nigga was finessing

But I broke off and got it bigger on professionally

Then my first second mil put that pussy along that massacre