Chico & the Ops

This is a story bout a nigga named Chico, He always up one like a free throw, But one day Chico ran into a lean head, Shoutout a Deal, 89 lines of that red He hear the red going 80 a line, He up a 20 strip and he got time, He thinking he gotta grind, But get a text message Check his phone, it's a blessed message, his mans looking for some red, read the next message It's a picture of the racks, he got the greens on him Looking down by the bag, see the beam on him It went off, he grazed, put a sting on him Lean head, grabbed the bag, left the scene on him Chico thinking to himself the deal wasn't done So how his mans even know that he was coming up, he looking at the alley, see a nigga running up Chico looking in the bag, where the fucking gun He threw the bag realized that it wasn't his, it's a bag full of green and some advils He a street nigga, know he keep a pack still, two shot, third pocket, all black steel, screamed out bitch nigga thought you had Chico, let the two shot loose like the last Pringle He let the two shot loose like the last Pringle Up the block, lean head still on the run, with a bag full of money and a hidden gun Chico looking at the body cause that nigga dead, it's his mans 38 hold to the head Nigga it's crazy we was gone break bread But now I'm running from the opps and feds, and nigga you dead He see a wire on the side of his leg, one black one red, oh shit it was a setup His mind still playing catch up, sirens ringing he tell a dead man rest up, grab the gun taking off, he on a mission Who next up