Deady

We in the function
Where the hoes
Like
I think I'm ready to go
Bro said he looking
He don't know
Oh shit
I think they playing my song
I got baddie
She at home
Wait
Why is she calling my phone
Saying she love me
What you on
Like
I think she giving the lo
We in the party
Getting deady
I'm off the liquor
I'm sipping on henny
I see a opp
So I'm ready
He pushing up
So the mood getting heavy
He talking jazzy
Getting hot
Like I'm steady itching
I'm clutching my knock
I told him pop out
Come outside
Like I'm trynna see if he ready to die
He seen me clutching
Started running
Bro I could tell that he wasn't on
Nothing
Chop named Cosby
Bullets touch em
Pouring up drank
When he sleep
We gon rush him
Block getting active
Causing havoc
I'm cutting up on the chase
We in traffic
Bro said he got it
Let him have it
Fuck an assist
Going up for the basket
Im steady swerving
While he dumping
Adrenaline rushing
My blood started pumping
Nickname baker
Aim for muffins
Hollows keep chewing
The way that he gushing
I hear the sirens
Getting closer
Bro said to structure
I gotta be sober
They trynna stop us
Pulling over
I Hit the gas
I ain't losing my soldier
He said he clipped him
I believe him
I Saw a problem
We had to delete him
Don't call an ambo
He ain't breathing
Bro make it hot on that block
Any season
We always throwing
Fuck a reason
Smoking on Zion
I pray that I see him
Bro needa roll
That's a float
No I ain't chilly
My heart getting cold
We in the function
Where the hoes
Like
I think I'm ready to go
Bro said he looking
He don't know
Oh shit
I think they playing my song
I got baddie
She at home
Wait
Why is she calling my phone
Saying she love me
What you on
Like
I think she giving the lo