Slapbox

Yeah yo, yo

I'm in the hood smoking sticks with the squad
The mac in the bushes and
The stick in the yard
Fredo going to get the Henny
Grab a fifth and cigars
Put out a half a zip to smoke
And I’m twisting it all
Niggas drunk, slapboxing in the street
Doing pull-ups on the tree
My nigga, Killa Tone, pulled up in a V
Pulled over, he just got off parole
So we hit the weed
I said, "we need a lick to hit"
He said "I got what we need
‘Member that fat nigga, Ronnie
From Riverside with all the blocks?
Had the G Wagon
Used to be with Twon and got shot?
I was leaving his bitch house
Just finished getting some top
Riding down his block
Seen his G Wagon parked at the spot (word?)
So I laid on the nigga and watched
I seen his kids and his baby
Mama, he thought he was low
But now we got the drop (say less)
That nigga pussy
We probably won't have to clap him
We gon' take the ratchet anyway in case
That’s how it got to happen
So is you down or what?" my face frowning up
Brown in my cup like "what you
Mean ‘am I down or what?'
We laying this nigga down or what?"
He said "I'ma bang your jack"
Gave my nigga a dap, he slid, I told Pat
"take me back to the crib"
I couldn't sleep, thinking ‘bout it all night
That nigga got cake, we all
Gon' be straight, and Killa, right?
I've seen his wrist full of ice
That nigga neck was like one of the Migos
This lick should be easy as a free throw
But I got this rap shit popping
And I just signed a deal
But they ain't putting out no music
It's hard to pay my bills
Fuck it, Killa texted and said
"it’s time to move
Let’s catch him when he come back
From taking his daughter to school
Nobody else should be home
So everything should go smooth (okay)
We gon' leave with a couple
Hundred thousand and some jewels
Heard he keep his money stashed behind
His picture in the wall"
"Copy", he think he ’Lo ‘cause
He live in Niagara Falls? (ahhhh)
We gon' get that nigga and
Then I'm back on track
Hope I don't have to, but any funny shit
He getting clapped
Now we riding down in 190 over that bridge
Black Nike techs
Ski mask so he don’t know who we is
Killa on the walkie talkie said
"he pulled in the driveway"
I already climbed in the window
Like Smokey on Friday (hahaha)
Soon as he put his key in and turned the lock
(aha)
Opened the door, he heard my burner cock
("Where it's at, nigga")
Took me to the stash
He had 300 racks and 30 blocks
Gave him a leg shot and fled the spot
(Hold that, pussy) jumped back in the whip
I said, "we're straight, we're good"
We jumped back on the 190 and
Went straight to the hood
Next thing you know
Police was on us with sirens on
Killa said, "I just got off parole
They're getting fired on
Fuck that, I ain't going back
Just hit the gas if he pull his Glock out
That'll give us time to hop out"
He mashed the gas and we murked
"pull over over there
I'ma hop out first and go and
Hide in that abandoned church"
Be safe, nigga
Hit me when you're at the crib" then he slid