Hopoutshawnflow

Yeah, I, yeah, feelin' a lil' foolish, man Yeah, I, yeah, feelin' a lil' foolish, man Yeah, I, yeah, feelin' a lil' foolish Let one out, then third come out the Glock Got the drop up on the opp, I take AP to check the clock We ain't never lack, we keep it to a B, no for spendin' blocks Hear the trap open at nine to five, you play that, you get clout Send a shot, see you ain't hit shit, man, we know them bitches pop Burn the Glock through like a Uzi, you move around, then you get popped I ain't one to f*ck, just one to hit, bitch, no forgivin' talk Two pockets up on these niggas, now these hoes up on my car Give him a taper with that chalk, he a snake, just watch how the picture get caught In the back of the Fender, lil' bitch eatin' talk Yo, new friend, me and the Millers, we lost We a lil' fat nigga, we datin' them boss That's crazy, I ain't never seen nothin' like this Try to pull off the thangs for you, that's how we miss This ain't the gaff on a thing that I flip What's the shit, this lil' nigga been bad in the Christ Lil' bitch-ass nigga, the type behind the keyboard With some hoes in the back and we run track, he good 300 blacks on his head to the Lord He ain't worth it, sir, he take his head to the morgue Had to kill the bitch, I can't pee, gettin' bored But when the broad day touches, I like to smoke When it comes to the splitters, I'm killin' like George Give me all the jewelry, get here with the Drake We sittin' in the midst, kill him broad day We spent through this block, bullet get away We shot through his car, now he DOA Get up in that Fin , take him on the chase Can't catch us now, we're in post with them Drake We shot on some side, now the boy late 762s penetrate through his face I'm sippin' purple, I'm sippin' red Break down the gur while your bitch give me head She get off her knees, say she want the sex She burn low, hoe, get back to the neck I see Bonnie G, why I throw back to me Hear the police, I got up and flee I'm not goin' back, you can take her a stick Go back to the block, can't say what I did Feelin' low, full of lead, one on the third Come out the block, got the drop Up on the hop, I check AP to check the clock We ain't never lack, we keep it to the beat Know for spittin' blocks Hear the trap open at nine to five You play, then you get clapped Send the shots in, you ain't hit shit Man, we know them bitches propped Burn the glass through like a illusion You move around, then you get popped I ain't one to f*ck, just one to hit Bitch, no forgiving talk I ain't one to f*ck, just one to hit Bitch, no forgiving talk Yeah, I, yeah Yeah, I, yeah Yeah, I, yeah Mmm, bitch, you know for talk Feelin' low, full of Come out Feelin' low, full of Ray hit your block Ray J Ray Long