1989 Bo Jackson Pt. 2
Ac640
2:50Mhmm, Manny cooked that shit high I put a price on your head Don't get quiet and bounce, get your ass filled up I put a lil' tint on your head But I ain't scared to go get in that car and scoot up And the last nigga test this shit Got hair in his face and his car fucked up And lil' kid got hair in his arm but I missed his face So I guess he lucked up When I get on my feet, I'm fully attacked Move out and get whacked in the field Bag and your helmet 'Cause you know if you get your ass trucked It's gon' count as a kill Crack me a nigga, I was driving and banged my steel I can teach you how to catch real cue Go for a drake, two cars deep And I bet your nigga get killed I'm on top of that switch I don't care if it's count Get caught with your bitch, you still get killed He got a hole in his head so I ain't leave him 'Til he dead on the ground and I see blood spill Bad mood, real tight before you get crack in your back Trying to go on a drill I go through sober, just get me a drink in the car, I don't need no pill You gotta make this shit count don't matter a mile Jump out on tour and show me your skills 'Cause the last nigga test this shit He died trying to spend quarter tenths of the year I think I'm a dame I was thirteen years old In the streets leaving shit dead I ride with that Drake, this bitch gon' shake I do my time out in feds I be saying shit now and I don't fuck around I really shot shit in the head If that money not right, better up that price I'ma really drink him to bed I don't give a fuck 'cause you know If that money look good I'll kill me a kid I ain't even pulling past shit, them young niggas out here Hitting grown men with them swizzers I ain't giving no pass, you know that's your ass I'ma sit your ass down for that dissing Real top shot, I felt like max When I jump out with drake I be tripping My life at stake if I ever get booked for a body Then I'm using my shame If I ever go broke, I'ma sit at the bank And them niggas getting stick for his P Move wrong, your ass get dipped I turn that smile to a frown on your face And free the law that he cooked them a nigga Over the jail and caught him in the case Come on, Zay Lane, if you want some fame Put a price on your head, don't get quiet or bounce Get your ass fucked up I put a lil' tint on your head But I ain't scared to go get in that car and suit up When the last nigga touched this shit Got hair in his face and his car fucked up Ain't no kid got hair in his arm But I missed his face, so I guess he lucked up When I get on my feet, I'm fully attacked Move out, we get whacked in the field Bad hair, your helmet, 'cause you know if you get your ass trucked It's gon' count as a kill I cracked me a nigga, I was drivin' and banged my steel I could teach you how to catch you a cue Go for a drake, two cars deep And I bet you a nigga get killed