Story Time (feat. Zoe Bundles)

Caught me a murder case Nigga thought I wasn't going to bail out baby I know it And imma beat my case I know it Nigga had drawed his gun ain't blow it He was thinking I ain't have mine I know it And they ain't gone find that 9 I'm knowing Shawty keep saying I'm fine I'm knowing Im running her down baby where you goin I like to rhyme she like how I'm flowing I tell her you coming baby or you going She say I'm coming daddy and you know it That's how it started now here go the story It was a regular day I was bored But money was calling I couldn't ignore it Nigga run down on my bitch talking big boss shit Like it's nothing that he can't afford Boom the hoe get the room Big Dudley truck he pulled up in a ford Big money Nigga you can tell he snort He hop out the truck go knock on the door She was sucking soon as he hit the door After that hour he wanted some more She rode on that dick like a muthafuckin horse He told her baby you got to come home with me And I'll pay a big fee for it That's when she smiled and she told him of course They left the room went hopped in the ford She send me a text saying follow the ford You know I'm following the ford He back out start driving it ford Pull out a bag on the hoe and he show it I'm on his ass he don't even know it I got a phone call I ignore it It was my seven calling I ain't know it Wassup with it bitch talk quick Cause I'm on a lick I ain't trying to blow it I'm in the hood and I'm following a ford nigga Got a bag I think he gone blow it I know you ain't lien bitch what kind of ford Bitch what kind of ford what color the ford That bitch blue seen em walking out the store with the loot Think the nigga in the car with his boo Aye that's my hoe he had showed her the loot it's green seven follow through Bet I'm on the move We in the hood and imma play it cool He got a pocket full of blues this shit to green it's finna be smooth Nigga hop out he clutching his tool Let him get in before we make a move Damn we at the door his bitch open up lay her on the floor She play it cool the hoe done caught on Say watch how you move and throw me his phone His bitch send a text say she almost home Damn we got to move quick Zoe done flashed and slapped him with the Blick He say run that bag and cock back his stick Da Nigga fold up and start running his shit Big bag think we hit for a ticket Nigga start crying and screaming we tripping A knock on the door I think it's his bitch Tell them shut up I don't want to hear shit Just chill let her knock for a minute She calling his phone and the bitch get to tripping She screaming like you in my house with a bitch She bust his back window out with a brick He grabbed his stick he up it ain't blow and got shot in his shit She get to screaming and calling the pigs We grab the hoe and we run out his shit We hop in the ford and we pushing this bitch His bitch get to crying like why did you kill him Bitch don't you know that you f*ck with a killer I wasn't finna play with that lame ass nigga You taking up for him you should've died with him You keep on tweaking you gone end up a victim Mane shut the f*ck up the laws on our trail I'm out on bond and I ain't going to jail We good on the case I ain't worried bout 12 Just have that little money to pay on my bail What about her this bitch in here tripping She keep on crying she bound to get killed If she get killed it is what it is just get me a lawyer we hit for a mill Bitch hit a left drop me off right here take my lil 9 make it disappear Bet bitch I love you ill stack all the ends I feel like she snitching that's 10 on her chin Now I'm on feet and I'm gone with the wind laws 10 cars deep got a nigga blocked in I don't do nothing but put up my hands And get on my knees and smile and grin Seven