[Intro]
Ayee DJ Squeeky in da mofuckin house for the nine four hoe yall know scope [?] like thisssss
[Verse]
Late at night, on the creep
Ballin' down Jackson Street
Lookin at my mirror I just discovered some n****s is following me
So i hit my turn and [?]
Ballin' down Watkins, cause I'm "uh-uh' thinkin' I need some help
Pulled up on the corner, saw my brother Big Jook he keep that thang'
I asked him wassup with these n****s that's followin' me in the black mustang
Slowly, the top drop
Out came the forty Glock
I knew they wasn't bullshittin' when i heard the fucking shots mayne I'm just a runnin' and they (?) tryna kill me
For what i really don't know I guess they love to testin' me Glock nineteen, sweet dreams, then I commence to blast He hit that thang (?) about 100, turned around I heard a crash
Uh oh that bitch hit a pole
So I gotta get a Benelli (here pronounced
Boon-a-lean-a) buckshot
Slinga then I ran to the car, cause they can't get far
When my ride's on the scene he escaped from the car
Goddamn, where in the fuck he go
Looking and scoping i really don't know
Seein his jealous ass run through the path
So I commenceded to blastin' his ass
One is dead
Two of 'm in the Med
One he got away
The other one he bled
Fortnite blowin' cause [?]
Ayee DJ Squeeky in da mofuckin house for the nine four hoe yall know scope [?] like thisssss
[Verse]
Late at night, on the creep
Ballin' down Jackson Street
Lookin at my mirror I just discovered some n****s is following me
So i hit my turn and [?]
Ballin' down Watkins, cause I'm "uh-uh' thinkin' I need some help
Pulled up on the corner, saw my brother Big Jook he keep that thang'
I asked him wassup with these n****s that's followin' me in the black mustang
Slowly, the top drop
Out came the forty Glock
I knew they wasn't bullshittin' when i heard the fucking shots mayne I'm just a runnin' and they (?) tryna kill me
For what i really don't know I guess they love to testin' me Glock nineteen, sweet dreams, then I commence to blast He hit that thang (?) about 100, turned around I heard a crash
Uh oh that bitch hit a pole
So I gotta get a Benelli (here pronounced
Boon-a-lean-a) buckshot
Slinga then I ran to the car, cause they can't get far
When my ride's on the scene he escaped from the car
Goddamn, where in the fuck he go
Looking and scoping i really don't know
Seein his jealous ass run through the path
So I commenceded to blastin' his ass
One is dead
Two of 'm in the Med
One he got away
The other one he bled
Fortnite blowin' cause [?]
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