Hell Date

Prezzley P'll get you popped, nigga (Get your ass popped, boy) It's too many fakes 'round, ayy Nigga, we don't play This ain't the playground Ayy, two hundred shots wrapped in duct tape What can you say now? I stay far away from Henry County That's like the jake town Ayy, I swear to God I'm Gone on these bitches, I can't wait 'round My whole objective was to eat I'm fillin' up my plate now I got thirty bucks inside these Amiri Jeans and I just skate 'round Ayy, ayy, ayy, and if your bitch an opp Might gun your date down Glock to your face, open the safe, nigga Lay down fifty bricks to Birmingham Alabama off the Greyhound I took them sticks straight up to Chiraq and then I stayed 'round Uh, I'm ready for another break-in Took my gate down Take a look at that boy face He know I might jump his gate Glock-19, might catch a case These some Fendi sweatpants on my waist I'm just gon' call Prezzley, that's my ace Ayy, I don't f*ck no more, but I fucked Tay And I can't calm her down That bitch too crazy She still got my BMI check, pay me They say that C4 be talkin' crazy 2013, Grady baby I ain't seen Stunna in a long time Came a long way from blue Mercedes I took his bitch, swallowed my babies I'm rich, her boyfriend hook up cable Too many thick horses in my stable I'm Cain and Big 4 just like Abel You see me flexin', it make you angry Huh, how can you blame me? Regular to you, but to Camp Creek I'm just like Jay-Z And it don't matter, whatever club I'm in This bitch finna get rainy You couldn't even see my Brothers on that tape, That footage grainy Ayy, he think C4 a pussy He might try to stain me Pour a four of Wock' and smoke A pound of these exotic strainsies And I had a bitch But all my bitches thought they Was gon' change me Nigga, you know I trap them bags from Washington Road all the way to Chamblee It's too many fakes 'round, ayy Nigga, we don't play This ain't the playground Ayy, two hundred shots wrapped in duct tape What can you say now? I stay far away from Henry County That's like the jake town Ayy, I swear to God I'm Gone on these bitches, I can't wait 'round My whole objective was to eat I'm fillin' up my plate now I got thirty bucks inside these Amiri Jeans and I just skate 'round Ayy, ayy, ayy, and if your bitch an opp Might gun your date down You gotta go crazy, you gotta You know? You know? Yeah, for sure, you just, you know, you just You know? You get near, you gotta go crazy, you gotta You know? You know, it don't be no, no handout Niggas don't be try to do no favors Niggas be hatin' Niggas don't want nobody to go Harder than them or go, or go You know? Get bigger than them So you gon' learn this shit These niggas be crazy As hell, you just gotta go crazy yourself Though like don't depend on them, don't Ask no nigga for You know what I'm sayin'? Like if that shit happen Let that shit happen, Though But these niggas gettin', that Shit, this shit gettin', Gettin' different Like these niggas Jackson, Peaches And everything like that You know? It's gettin' different This shit gettin', this shit This shit a fool