Book It

There ain't no checking me Been had sauce I'm apart of that recipe Being a man is some shit that i had to be Had no choice but to go if i stop what my brothers going think of me Everything that i do is apart of this Cant be stuck in the pit i'm to all for this This ain't luck it's a gift i was chose for this Bra going kill if he keep going through this shit Alive in a Phantom we dodging collision Bra not going hit'm 3 grams ina blunt We goin' keep blowing nigga This weight on my shoulder goin' keep getting bigger I was stuck in the bed with some medicine in me If you wanted to end me just pick up the pistol Ima get right with you Ima grown man yall niggas sip out the nipple Baby you bitches and bake you a cookie Getting my money together just come on and book me Crying on the gram cause them real niggas took it My man not a tranny just seeing shit crooked We jumping the fence now them boys gotta book it Inside with the chefs where i learned how to cook it Put five in your face we going clear out the place pour fours every day we going sip it away Three licks round the way we going creep off the late Two bad bitches bouta pound they cake Ima beat up the tiger she calling me great Paint on her face gotta frost that flake No Leo da Vinci im Cozzy Givenchy If i know that you with me you coming out spiffy Opp over there get aggressive real quickly I'm sick as a fever don't mean you gotta tempt me Riding round fish bowl ten percent tent me Friday the 13th Micheal Myer you niggas Mm mm mm Get up lil nigga Mm mm mm Why you spit up lil nigga Haha pick your shit up lil nigga Stepping on necks in my sleep with my slippers Cozzy is coming prepare for a blizzard Cooler than before it was just for the winter Once i end all you niggas it's just the beginning Ain't no man in the middle I sent out that pigeon If you look in the mail know a letter was in it We going keep blowing nigga This weight on my shoulder going keep getting bigger I was stuck in the bed with some medicine in me If you wanted to end me just pick up the pistol Ima get right with you Ima grown man yall niggas sip out the nipple Baby you bitches and bake you a cookie Getting my money together just come on and book me Crying on the gram cause them real niggas took it