BAIL OUT & DRENCH HIM Pt. 2

Uh yeah Uh uh uh uh Hop in that ride I spot a opp on that block and I come through I'm swinging the belt Them bullets they ripped through his flesh and I slap on the button the switchy done fucked up his health Said he gon' kill me I nailed his dumbass to the cross and his dumbass did that to his self A G22 and selector on back and a demon come reaping you crying for help Late night we mobbing and cruising tryna bend through a block and then hop out come back with a rank We striking the Bity with switches & yops and my man to the left tryn crack him a face Speak on the dead we can speak about the bread and this bitch got a clappy so swing me a Chase This shit all a act I can catch me a case so the G-Locks is props and the switches is fake I'm teaching these niggas I'm giving these niggas a lesson the only way out it is death He thought he was tough so we bent through his block and that shit had got bad but what did you expect? Don't diss on the dead cause you laying your bed if I catch that boy loafing I put him to rest Don't loaf on that block keep your head on a swivel I bend through that shit I bail out then you drenched Hop out that ride then we chasing him down then we stand over top and we cracking his face Go on a hit then I'm going OT cause' the law tryn' blitz I ain't catching a case Bippin' through West in a striker the law feeling bold so we taking the law on a chase These niggas be running you know you can't hide you ain't getting too far without tying your lace Niggas be scatted backdooring they homies my niggas we eating we sharing a plate Think with your dick boy you taking a risk got her texting his gram and he taking the bait Uh and he taking the bait Think with your dick boy you taking a risk got her texting his gram and he taking the bait Hop in that ride I spot a opp on that block and I come through I'm swinging the belt Them bullets they ripped through his flesh and I slap on the button the switchy done fucked up his health Said he gon' kill me I nailed his dumbass to the cross and his dumbass did that to his self A G22 and selector on back and a demon come reaping you crying for help Late night we mobbing and cruising tryna bend through a block and then hop out come back with a rank We striking the Bity with switches & yops and my man to the left tryn crack him a face Speak on the dead we can speak about the bread and this bitch got a clappy so swing me a Chase This shit all a act I can catch me a case so the G-Locks is props and the switches is fake