church

(I miss you, Danny) Runnin' down, I'm missin' yo' calls Runnin' up the blogs, I won't answer yo' calls Runnin' up the blogs, I won't answer yo' calls My choppa singin' this song, like a church That boy playin' put him in a hearse So many bullets, you can't call a nurse Hit her for the night, and my choppa gon' hurt Talkin' down on me, I put him up in a shirt Talkin' down on me, pop his ass like a dirt Go to my grave, to be honest, I can't work Don't know why he talkin' when his ass could get murked I'ma get a bag, go shop a Louis Vuitton They be always hatin', why you on what you on? Run up on that boy, he like, "What you on?" He said he got racks, well bitch, I got a ton Ton, ton He said he got racks, well bitch, I got a ton