Hello
Know what nigga? We 'bout do, shit
We 'bout to go to the bowling alley and shit man
Where y'all at? Pull up
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Aye
Finna meet some hoes at the bowling alley
Chilling in the whip, getting high before we go in
Then we see some opps walk out, let 'em walk to the whip
We clutching, they can't even see us through the tint
We ain't doing it on camera this time we finna follow 'em
This shit on the flo', I'm finna let the Glock demolish 'em
Talking to bro happy as hell like, "Yeah, we got 'em"
They on the 'Gram like, "What happened to that nigga?" We shot him
We tore that bitch up
He was in a Ford, why that nigga tryna dodge us like a pickup
Hit the nigga in the back, the passenger, the driver
Kept on blowing at they as 'til they crashed out
Hopped right on the E-way
Then the hoes called me
They like "Where y'all at?"
Shit bro, caught a flat
That nigga really caught a flat, we hit him in his head
Y'all was just wit 'em at the bowling alley, now they dead
So look, how y'all tryna play it
If somebody ask y'all hoes what happened bet' not say it (what the fuck?)
Then everybody got shook
Bro text me like, "Fuck that bitch, look, that's the hook"
Nigga fuck you telling me for? Put some pressure on your foot
Do the dash in this bitch, we out nigga
We got another whip to get in at the house
Aye, somebody call them hoes back right quick