Story Time

You hit it she say that it tickle I hit it I'm making it jiggle Can't talk cause her mouth on my pickle She smack on the dick like some skittles He mad cause I'm clappin his girl He texting he want a reply She call and she moan on the phone Now he on the phone finna cry Say he on the way to the house Say he finna air this bitch out I bust a nut then I dip I left it right on the couch Ran to my car down the block I had to come back around I seen him pull in the driveway He seen me cracking a smile Hopped in his whip started following I ain't want his girl I was borrowing It won't too much talk just swallowing I wouldn't say talking to just hollering I took a right took a left I took a left took a right This when shit start to get real I had to stop at the light This nigga hopped out on foot This nigga trying to fight I'm finna take off his cap I'm finna shake up the sprite He said he know where I stay He said be ready on sight He know he don't wanna play Like why would you play with yo life I headed back to the hood Told all my niggas to strap up This nigga must be a city girl Don't worry we finna act up This nigga calling around This nigga looking for back up Please don't talk what you can't walk These nigga's really just act tough We locked and loaded We hopped in the whip Oh shit there got 12 Hide the clip Hide the sticks We headed straight to his crib This where shit start to get real My boy caught him out on the porch He let it off and he peeled This a story bout these nigga's That be tripping bout these bitches all the time All the time This a story bout these nigga's That be tripping bout these bitches all the time