Oh, yeah, I´m finna make a banger with this
Huh, what?
DJ on the beat so it´s a banger

Now here it go

I just made it home, missed calls on my phone
See, I been gone
Was tryna hit a lick but that shit just went wrong
I got a thot
She right off the block, her crib be the spot
And we got Glocks
Tucked all in the shit, don´t come unless you knock
But this bitch grimy
Told her ´bout this nigga, helped me set him up
And she was with it
She just want some shoes and she ain´t give no fucks
So we do that
I was at his neck, creepin´ from the back
But saw the opps and had to let em have it
How fucked up is that?

But where that bitch?
She ain´t called me yet, we did that at six
And who got hit?
I know someone, check ´cause King Von, he don´t miss
Now two weeks pass
I´m back on my grind, I can´t waste no time
The opps been quiet
They be whoopin´, though, but them niggas not slidin´
And I been high
I can´t even lie, that thot been on my mind
Why she ain´t called?
I ain´t seen her ass, I hope that she aight
Now it´s midnight
I´m hittin´ some blocks, just me and my Glock
Came to a stop
I´m at a red light, I usually don´t stop

My phone keep ringing
Just a ho, of course, this bitch prolly bored
I press ignore
I ain´t got no time, a whore gon´ be a whore
Now I get that feelin´
Something ain´t right, I look to my right
And I´m like, damn
There go that flexing nigga, he wavin´ his pipe
He get to dumpin´
Bullets get to coming, my heart get to thumbin´
I feel something
My left shoulder hot, blood just get to gushing
I´m like shit, ain´t this ´bout a bitch?
And he with that bitch
I got a glimpse
She got them big lips that´s made for sucking dick
Now it makes sense

That ho set me up, that lil´ dirty slut
The double cross
Tryna get me caught like I´m Randy Moss
Ah, shit
I just dropped my gun, plus I got one arm
I´m tryna drive
I can´t shoot back now, this man on my ass
I almost crashed
But I got the wheel, he tryna kill for real
But there go twelve
He bust a quick right and I bust a quick left

Aw, shit
What the fuck, gang, you good?
Damn, my shoulder
You know this bitch be fuckin´ with me, gang
Damn, man, finish tellin´ me about that shit that was crackin´ off last week with them niggas and shit

Aw, yeah, aw, yeah, look
Now this what happened

A week later
My arm in a sling, I been sippin´ lean
Pure codeine
I don´t feel a thing, my ho say I´m mean
I need a blunt
Stuff that bitch with Runts, boy, I´m on a hunt
And ain´t no breakfast
But I´m a box a nigga, like some Cap´n Crunch
I got a tip
That that thot bitch be on 75th
Right off Cottage
With her best friend, gettin´ her hair did
I´m like cool
Finna make my move, post up what I do
This bitch a fool for tryna play me out

Like this shit was cool
Now it´s like two
Catch her walkin´ out, her new hairstyle blue
And she look cute
But that mean shit to me, I crept up then I boomed
And that was that
Now I´m running back, I stop in my tracks
There go that Porsche
How crazy is that? Boy, I´m on his ass
The first blast
It shatter his glass, damn, this nigga fast
He hit the gas
I´m still shootin´ at him, but I´m too far back
Damn, I´m hyped
Let me tuck this pipe, get up out of sight
´Cause I see lights
And them bitches bright, can´t go to jail for life

So I take flight
Made it to the hood, everything went good
Knock on wood
Flame me up a ´Wood, Tooka smellin´ good
Looked at my phone
Got a text from Herb, he say, "What´s the word?"
I say, shit, I´m just coolin´, bitch
I´m not from 63rd

Bitch we´re not from 63rd
Stretch gang put in work