They tryna lock me in a cell so I can write in hell
Call my n***a I'm boutta tell em' I need to get my bail
He said no dat, but what the fuck you talkin' bout?
Man I let you know just pull me up to my bitches house
Pulled up in all black, sippin' on some fucking yat
Eyes ready steady, smokin' on the set, back-to-back
Made it to my ladies house but notice all them lights was out
Thinkin' in my mind that the scene was lookin' fuckin' wrong
Knocked up on the fuckin' door but I heard a n***as voice
Kicked down the door, bitch I really didn't have no fuckin' choice
Then that hoe looked at me cause she saw the playa creep
Tryna set me up fo' a bust, motherfucker g
Knocked that ass up in the trunk cause I know them n***as they were no fun
We in the lack, I hit the gas, then the sucka's kissed my ass
Then I hit the light spot, sippin' on some [?]
Man tried to put a fight, gave that hoe a souvenir
Mane it's getting real late to catch a motherfucking case
I hit the pass soon as a playa really needed help
Gotta hit up on my [?] to see what's on they fuckin' mind
I turned around real quick, that n***a was pullin' out some 9 (pullin out some-)

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Aw shit, what the fuck, bitch is tryna set the blame on my brother fuckin' wit the wrong
But she gotta play it, grab the straps jumped off in a whip now I gotta hit the street
If a n***a fuck with Slim Guerilla he gon' fuckin' leave, then she hit my line, said them n***as
Had another trap, sent my n***a on the ground, I'm on the road, I'm comin' back
Soon as I pulled up, n***as started bussin' straps, safe to say [?] know em' at the [?]
Playin' with yo life n***a who the fuck you testin'?
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