Goodnight

Nahh Forreal What he tell 'em You hear that shit doe Nahh Forreal If you speak on my name, You can get it Told my bruva let's slide and you know that he with it When I hop on the beat, Swear to God you can feel it If I hop the beat, Swear to God I'm a kill it Late night, Two deep, Bitch you know we going creep If he lack in the car, We going get him on feet Nigga try play me fifty, Swear to God that I peeped It's a cold cold world, So I'm clutching my heat Aye Quig, Where the f*ck you been at (Out the way) They slid, When you going get get-back (Not today) Drop the addy, You know we going send that Heard they be on that corner, So you know we going bend that Shit never go good when I throw on that ski Popping shit like it's Warner, If they say that it's beef Nigga running his mouth, We going knock out his teeth (Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill) Fat butt bitch, Let me f*ck from the back Came home from the C, trying double stack If the nigga gotta bag then you know it get snatched If he say he a stepper then you know he get whacked Bruh say he going rock then you know I'm a roll Aint tryin' step out the spot if I ain't got me a pole Still gotta free Slime, Did his time up the road I got caught in that jam, Swear to God I ain't fold I ain't running my mouth can't do me like Gunna If he say that's it's up, Swear to God he going under Hit a nigga four times like a nigga Stunna Fucked a lil bad bitch, Swear to God she a runner Gotta big G-Lock and it gotta lot of kick Swear to God I ain't gay but it came with a dick If the bitch throw the face then I'm tryin' take a flick Drop that shit on whoever, I ain't even got picks No picks, We spot 'em, We got 'em 12 at the door, So the sticks we hide 'em Gotta couple free cars, So you know we going slide 'em Couple cases in the south, So you know that we fight 'em If we run in his spot, Know we gotta use gloves Nigga tryin' move wrong, Send his ass with doves He a jhi big nigga, Take him down with some slugs I ain't hanging with rats, Roll his ass in a rug (Nahh Forreal that nigga a RugRat) Got slime on the left, got my stick on the right We going ride a couple blocks, Make a turn at the light Put this dick on his ass like the nigga a dyke Gotta big boy nine, Why the f*ck I gotta fight Put my two's to the floor, Put my y's to the sky If you diss on my name, Swear to God you gotta die Hit his ass two times, Gotta nigga like 'Why? He got caught in that jam, Lil nigga bout to cry (Ahhh, Nahh Forreal) Got two, Got four, Got six, Got eight I was serving them bags, Nigga come get a plate I was tight with that stick, No you can't get me late Lil bitch wanna slide, Tell the lil bitch wait You can't slide to the spot cause this shit is not safe Oh that nigga he sweet, He get cut like some cake If you die by the gun then I guess that's your fate (Like Hollup) Every opp shot, Can't lack, We whack Man that nigga told, He snitch, He hot Man that nigga bold, He switch, Free pack How that nigga fold, He bitch, He pap If I say he a pap then I swear he a pussy Rundown, Nigga sweet like a cookie Nigga try turn gay, Lil nigga he a wussy And I stay with that heat, Swear to God you can't cook me He in the way, Get him out like And we go the other way, Change the route like If they say they got sticks, Bring 'em out like If she got some new braids, Pull 'em out like When we get the new sticks, Yeah we geekin' to buss Hopping out of that car, Do that shit for the rush Living life by the gun, If you die that's a must Aim at you, Hit your man's, Man that's shit is a plus Upping the score, We going up it some more Making it rain, Yeah we making it pour Hit a couple niggas blocks like a nigga on tour If she say she going leave then bitch there go the door Hit his ass a few times, Should've hit his ass more And I need a few checks cause a nigga feeling poor Forty gotta lil kick, You should hear that bitch roar And I'm standing on ten, If I gotta do four Rundown, Walk-down Spin a block, We going spin on your town Take him out, Give a f*ck bout some downs Try spin, Bet your ass get downed Hell nah I don't know who shot him Hell nah I don't know who got em Free car, Bitch you know how we got em Shhhh, Swear to God that I'm cappin' I ain't never ever think I'll be rapping And I can never ever ever be lacking G-Lock, Yeah you know I'm pistol packing Might get a Smith, Just to show you I ain't cappin' On the beat, Swear I do this for funIf I hop out the car, Lil nigga better run You think life is a game then lil nigga you done If that nigga he hot, We going send him to the sun D.O.A, He was dead on arrival Lil nigga lost his life cause the nigga living prideful He got his in his back, Now a nigga like got you Mention me one more time, Swear to God I'm a whack you Watch when I get off papers, Swear to God that it's lit If we gonna be honest, Probation ain't stopping shit This the life that I'm living, Yeah I'm taking that risk Bitch I know what I did, So I ain't speaking on shit (OMERTÀ) Still living that code Nigga think he slick but we know that you told Running from that shit, Left his ass in the cold Nigga you a bitch but your ass acting bold When we catch a bitch, You know it's on sight Moving wrong send his ass to the light Got gun, Got stick, Won't fight But I'm done better have a goodnight like Nahh Forreal nigga you better have a goodnight Shit might be your last And I ain't cappin', We going put that shit on your ass Nahh Forreal, Nahh Forreal And I'm going for the kill