Penalties (feat. Da Fed Baby)

Aim a gun straight at his face, but don’t pull it tho Next time y’all two meet, somebody gotta go Four niggaz in a stolen coupe, you already know The two niggaz in the back seat gone be stuck for show Especially if a cop on a beat see you moving And he calls in your actions, and the direction of your movement You know they called a APB You sweatin' when you see police You dirty cuz you got the heat Hoping you can take the streets Hoping you don’t face defeat But that shit common So of course you’ll hear sirens, head rushing heart pounding Every corner you swerve, on and off of the curb You almost hit that mother wit her kids headed to work You ain’t tryna go back jail huh, you rather sleep in the dirt A bible verse in the back of the hearse. But soon, you’ll lose the wheel and get you and ya mans killed While the first offenders in the back gone have to take a deal. I earned my stripes nigga yeah i been official, facts Niggaz taking deals cause they beneficial, rats Acting like he hard, ya mans been tissue Y'all grew up out that sandbox right Yeah he been with you Y'all done fucked them hoes together Loyalty was never tested Cooked up out that stove together Whipped for him, gave him lessons Y'all done shot that pole together You in the can, he not arrested Lawyer came to see you nigga Suppress the what, he got the message Shorty was ya dog, he was in ya left titty He let the eighty down, he cant come back to the city Ya gunner broke the code, He left you in the cold He tryna get back home, to make it to Nicole Main bitch took off, she even took the beamer Left him in that water, deeper than katrina She ain't doing thirty wit him She ain't getting dirty wit him She was getting bag after bag moving birdies wit him Feds came, windows closed, its curtains for him He ain't ain't want that rico Second in command, he started working for em What's done in the dark, gone come to the light Time to show up in court, he was nowhere in sight He even kick Scrilla back in and say he ain't write He sent that letter to you, I heard bout the kite Bitch ass nigga You took eighteen I salute you Wax Take lil Ty rat ass, bring shooter back Free the gang