Flakey shit

Slidin' in that car, them niggas wasn't ' on they blocks We tried spend out on these blocks, but them niggas let out Them niggas pussy, they ain't opps Catch the lil' boy then ima pop Gon show the pussy boy a opp when he come spinnin' my block Stolo n we was chasin' shit These niggas runnin, racin' shit He parked outside my house while I was gone I got a face dat jhit They keep on talkin' crazy on that phone I gotta spray some shit That lil' boy keep on actin' like he Raymond Stop that flaky shit Been comin' down your block in all black And we chasin' shit You better not try no shit Cause he gon' die soon as he pay that bitch I don't care if his momma been home We runnin' through that shit Caught him down bad, he on the floor Tell my hoods, girl, you bitched me in the bitch I'm finna shoot you in your shit While he was talkin, all that shit was on the floor Lookin' like a bitch Everybody, let's go pop out to the set They speakin' on my brother, no, not him And I ain't gettin' bitch I swear this shit gon' get some gray All niggas dissin' on my shit So when I get out, this is money All of y'all niggas gettin' bitch No boy gon' think I'm sittin' here Cause all these niggas still gettin' hit And I ain't on my shit I popped a cop, I was complete, lil' bro They on this shit They was just dissin' me and shit So now we flippin' through that shit Man, I don't understand They got a line, they got a jacket Them niggas all on that block But they ain't even know I asked I'm tryin' to pop tight Daddy got a nigga, don't get static When I hop out with my ratchet I'ma let them niggas have it Stolo and we chasin' shit These niggas runnin, racin' shit He parked outside my house while I was gone I gotta face that shit They keep on talkin' crazy on that phone I gotta spray some shit That lil' bro keep on actin' like he Ray Man, stop that flaky shit They comin' down your block in all black And we chasin' shit You better not try no shit Cause he gon' die soon as he pay that bitch But now I got a job Pop out weeks in there and make that shit I don't care if his mama been home We runnin' through that shit Caught him down, back, he on the floor Talkin' bout who was done You bitch, me and the bitch I'm finna shoot you and your shit Ain't no cops in this block Cause every time they get hit While he was talkin All that shit was on the floor Lookin' like a bitch Everybody, let's go pop out to the six Everybody, let's go pop out to the six