Song Lyrics
nigga it s all bad
keep your hands up
Lookin for an exit as soon as i reloads my mag reloads mag, and started squezzin the trigga It's, everyone proceed with caution
Get in the corner, don t let him get away All, with two money bags
Stretched out, nigga it s all bad
a ho you slowin me down
I can t shake one-time bitch, dead on arrival
threw her body on the freeway
I made my way to avalon, nigga it s all bad
done got us fucked up runnin outta time
now it s half a tank a gas and a hostage situation
Stop to catch my breath til i heard the dogs barkin, done got us fucked up runnin outta time
the money bag full of riches
a ho you slowin me down
Stop to catch my breath til i heard the dogs barkin, he might try and
And started squezzin the trigga, trynna splat em All, last man standin
Now i m climbin over the guard rail, i m catchin hell trynna make it to the 5 i line It's, i can t shake one-time bitch
Trynna get my black ass up outta san bernadino, dead on arrival
please proceed with caution.
Believed to be armed, fish trailin All, looks like he s trying pulling 1 8 10 and central
They ain t thinkin bout yo ass shut the fuck up, take this fucker.
I m doin 85 loc, wiped the blood door closes off my face
I can t take no shorts, left him bleedin at the light
my nigga s face down
they cut me off again i got to go the other way
get in the corner