Ya
Luh Casper
And wat
4matic Benz told dat bih hop inside My ride
This a Jag it's a push start button
V8 my engine slide
Thats my patna he my f*cking bro
I kno that he gon ride
Already know we gon slide on a nigga like tires
Push-up amg I feel i like idk my letters
Blew up nigga ain't take no time
Took off like propellers
12 ain't Fw me back when
I knew they would try to jail us
Nigga sitting in class
Check my tag boy I know they Jealous
Nigga f*ck dem rats
I need cheese I need all my cheddar
Bitch b talking shit cuz she green
But I need all my lettuce
Feeling like a sport
Catching plays cuz I b so athletic
Feelin Like a fein I b up fa days
Cuz Dat Money fetish
But i Told that bih get out my house
I kicked ha out
Called up ha friend I hit ha one time
Then we switched em out
Get in and out
Bih Just like a lick I just want the Mouth
Wake up nigga then we hit the mall
We be balling out
Shout out to quan
That's my f*cking shoota
He be rocking out
Back to the story
Told that stupid bih
Keep acting like a child
Do no pouting
Told that bih Be quiet
She can't close ha mouth
Cant watch my pounds
Bih keep acting crazy
She gon get kicked out
I hear a knock coming from the door
12 flooding the house
Stupid bitch
Knew she was a snitch
She ratted me out
Grab the glock
It's a 23 I was spazzing out
Bust ha dome
Then I call up leek
Meet me up the street
Shit going down
Dhit was getting hectic
I just rock the block
Shot the hoe
Then ran up the street
Shot a couple cops
Met wit leek
Then we call up quan
Meet em on the block
I'm tryna lay low
But it's 100 cops
They musta called the swat
Come wit a plan
We got 223s
We could stick it out
Or we can run
They might f*cking shoot
But we might make it out
I'm tryna think
Then We think bout time
But that shit running out
Hearing sounds
I keep hearing squeaks
But bitch it's not a mouse
It's the ops
Creeping on the door
Tryna raid the house
We grab the sticks
Quan go grab the glock
We gon shoot it out
We gon bus
Bullets hit his chest
Rip straight through his vest
I pray to god
Cuz I kno I'm bless
While gripping on this tec
No cap
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Ya
Luh Casper
And wat
4matic Benz told dat bih hop inside My ride
This a Jag it's a push start button
V8 my engine slide
Thats my patna he my f*cking bro
I kno that he gon ride
Already know we gon slide on a nigga like tires
Push-up amg I feel i like idk my letters
Blew up nigga ain't take no time
Took off like propellers
12 ain't Fw me back when
I knew they would try to jail us
Nigga sitting in class
Check my tag boy I know they Jealous
Nigga f*ck dem rats
I need cheese I need all my cheddar
Bitch b talking shit cuz she green
But I need all my lettuce
Feeling like a sport
Catching plays cuz I b so athletic
Feelin Like a fein I b up fa days
Cuz Dat Money fetish
But i Told that bih get out my house
I kicked ha out
Called up ha friend I hit ha one time
Then we switched em out
Get in and out
Bih Just like a lick I just want the Mouth
Wake up nigga then we hit the mall
We be balling out
Shout out to quan
That's my f*cking shoota
He be rocking out
Back to the story
Told that stupid bih
Keep acting like a child
Do no pouting
Told that bih Be quiet
She can't close ha mouth
Cant watch my pounds
Bih keep acting crazy
She gon get kicked out
I hear a knock coming from the door
12 flooding the house
Stupid bitch
Knew she was a snitch
She ratted me out
Grab the glock
It's a 23 I was spazzing out
Bust ha dome
Then I call up leek
Meet me up the street
Shit going down
Dhit was getting hectic
I just rock the block
Shot the hoe
Then ran up the street
Shot a couple cops
Met wit leek
Then we call up quan
Meet em on the block
I'm tryna lay low
But it's 100 cops
They musta called the swat
Come wit a plan
We got 223s
We could stick it out
Or we can run
They might f*cking shoot
But we might make it out
I'm tryna think
Then We think bout time
But that shit running out
Hearing sounds
I keep hearing squeaks
But bitch it's not a mouse
It's the ops
Creeping on the door
Tryna raid the house
We grab the sticks
Quan go grab the glock
We gon shoot it out
We gon bus
Bullets hit his chest
Rip straight through his vest
I pray to god
Cuz I kno I'm bless
While gripping on this tec
No cap
Luh Casper
And wat
4matic Benz told dat bih hop inside My ride
This a Jag it's a push start button
V8 my engine slide
Thats my patna he my f*cking bro
I kno that he gon ride
Already know we gon slide on a nigga like tires
Push-up amg I feel i like idk my letters
Blew up nigga ain't take no time
Took off like propellers
12 ain't Fw me back when
I knew they would try to jail us
Nigga sitting in class
Check my tag boy I know they Jealous
Nigga f*ck dem rats
I need cheese I need all my cheddar
Bitch b talking shit cuz she green
But I need all my lettuce
Feeling like a sport
Catching plays cuz I b so athletic
Feelin Like a fein I b up fa days
Cuz Dat Money fetish
But i Told that bih get out my house
I kicked ha out
Called up ha friend I hit ha one time
Then we switched em out
Get in and out
Bih Just like a lick I just want the Mouth
Wake up nigga then we hit the mall
We be balling out
Shout out to quan
That's my f*cking shoota
He be rocking out
Back to the story
Told that stupid bih
Keep acting like a child
Do no pouting
Told that bih Be quiet
She can't close ha mouth
Cant watch my pounds
Bih keep acting crazy
She gon get kicked out
I hear a knock coming from the door
12 flooding the house
Stupid bitch
Knew she was a snitch
She ratted me out
Grab the glock
It's a 23 I was spazzing out
Bust ha dome
Then I call up leek
Meet me up the street
Shit going down
Dhit was getting hectic
I just rock the block
Shot the hoe
Then ran up the street
Shot a couple cops
Met wit leek
Then we call up quan
Meet em on the block
I'm tryna lay low
But it's 100 cops
They musta called the swat
Come wit a plan
We got 223s
We could stick it out
Or we can run
They might f*cking shoot
But we might make it out
I'm tryna think
Then We think bout time
But that shit running out
Hearing sounds
I keep hearing squeaks
But bitch it's not a mouse
It's the ops
Creeping on the door
Tryna raid the house
We grab the sticks
Quan go grab the glock
We gon shoot it out
We gon bus
Bullets hit his chest
Rip straight through his vest
I pray to god
Cuz I kno I'm bless
While gripping on this tec
No cap
Writer: nile maynard
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