Bailout

Bailout V's and tap them buttons Keep my fye,I'm always clutchin' Got no hats,they always duckin' Hawk shit down,it ain't no runnin' Micro-Drac stay inna bookbag Up this bitch,and give out foot tags Up this bitch and give out 60 G-Lock,it came with a titty Who want smoke? We keep a chimney Opps broke,ain't gotta penny Slide,toss shots out the chevy Gotta drum,that bitch heavy Hella pipes,we war ready First night she gon' f*ck and neck me Playin' foul,can't fuckin' tech me Big glock,bitch come and test me Might bailout this V Stand over shit,make sure he D.O.A Rick all on my mask A guarantee they will not see my face Like foenem said innat fuckin' song My fye,you know it's laced Drum on my glock,and it's bisexual This bitch go both ways Beam and a button onnat bitch Quick to hit yo face Got hella attachments on my blick Why would I do a fade? Tried to get away Ova,got hit with a stray All the opps unknown Got 'em gone,now they got a name I dropped outta school Not a fool,yo bitch still throwin' brain Got put onna news Goofy dude,ain't give up that chain Died with his face in his lap Where the guns? We takin' the straps We out spinnin' and they makin' raps Allat shit be bap Backdoor hoes come try it I promise you gon' get clapped High speed,jakes ain't on shit Really takin' a victory lap When I make songs they pissed I know that they sick of me now When I blow my fye,it's hot Gotta keep me a kit with me now Slip and fell,he fucked,he got wet up We left him in a puddle Won't go back and forth We want blood,we don't do rebuttals Off the muscle Niggas brokes asl They ain't got no hustle Keep my fye,try ts and die I'm not known to tussle Tossin' shit,they playin' catch Bet they can't go hat for hat But they can go rap for rap They love goin' tit for tat Go get up,get back Button onna back get tapped Red and green beams onnis bitch Get wrapped We takin' shit off the map Standin' over hoes that tried to door us Huh Tried to door us Talkin' tuff Bitch,come and show us Come and show up Micro-Drac,this bitch ah go up Shots fired We ah get his soul touched She tried to backdoor like it was easy Bitch we tappin' heads We ain't out here thinkin' with our dicks That's why we up ahead Ironic how she said she wanna f*ck And got left inna bed Always keep my fye right by my side And keep one in the head Opps had tried to call that lil bitch phone Guess they don't know she dead Guess they don't know she checked Playin' foul,I stay witta ref Pyrex for the fiends,no chef Onna bottom of the 9 is Steph Onna bottom of the 9 is 30 Really beefin' with niggas who dirty Head tapped,he gon' need surgery Always droppin' my lo Come and murder me Really went in his shit Like a burglary Said he touchin' my hoe Like it's hurtin' me Man,these hoes for the world,what's new? Fye stay on me like glue These hoes always gon' choose But we up onna score,can't lose Niggas know that its souls in the Drac' Gen 5 what I'm totin' today Micro what I'm totin' tomorrow Got his lo,spin his shit like the lotto Thick lightskin bitch like mulatto Loud onna net but they duckin' they taco We inna raq,inna strike,duckin' pot holes Tuff onna net,til' we fill 'em with hollows