Intro (ft. LL Baby Jace)

Intro
Aye, where you get that beat from? Mooktoven!
Long Live Baby Jace shit
Fly high
Yeah, I thought it was over but nah it ain't over
I got a choppa choppa on my shoulder
I keep that blocka blocka, it's fully loaded
Yeah yeah yeah ni*** get wicked
Can't wait to fish tail in the Bentley
Bad lil' hoe yeah she said her name Bridgette
Can't smoke my blunt, can't roll, can't fix it
Yeah yeah Murder She Wrote
Me and the draco got a beam with a scope
A Glock with a dick inside of my coat
Shoot it like Jack In The Box then pop out and give em a show
Fo sho
I rock with them slimes fo sho
I [?] in my pocket ni*** yea fo sho
[?] man you know how that go
Yeah you know how that go
Nigga don't give a ni*** shit
Nigga want smoke cause I fuc*** on his bitch
I ain't really trippin' ni*** get his shit split, split
Young ni*** came from a lick
Young ni*** came from the bricks
Yeah I just came from your bitch
Put them bitches and I'm finna' bend em
And I'm bangin' blood, be with real niggas
Don't give a f*** what you been through throw it up
I just popped the seal, I pour that shit up
Goin' back and forth, man I don't like to fuss
Then pull up and bust, and bust
Draco on draco on draco
Slime gon' bust your potato
Chop up all his ass up like some play-doh
And I got nat hoes all in Clayco
They diggin' my pimpin'
Colored roll did I mention?
Mean boy
Niggas wanna switch from foe
Came a long way from holes in the clothes
And I got hoes at the shows
Won't bend won't break
Can't take no hoe on a date
Im at the studio everyday
And I just lost Lil Jace
It's somethin' I had to face
Had to get away
Told the mom don't even cry
Imma' gon' make this shit straight
Yeah Imma' gon' make somethin' shake
We gon' pull up in the wraith
Wish a ni*** would
Pull up in they own fuc*** hood
Leave a ni*** dead in his hood

Hold on, hold on, Mook stop the fuckin' beat man...