Truble T DaGator - Story Time

Once upon a time it was two street ni**** strapped up in a four door caddy we was smokin on cali/Bout to go scoop lil sis and she got a bad bitch named Kali
He like nah we don’t need that choppa bruh/You got yours I got mine we strapped enough
I’m like bet I ain’t even gone stress/If them people get behind us my ni*** you better flex
Ride out make a couple plays in the Grove/Just in case we wanna entertain couple hos
Then we run cross the line going to Whiteville/Blunt been gone I’m zoned high as a kite still
MOB like bruh I think my PO be stalking me/Thaz crazy mine don’t even be callin’ me
I’m like s*** just pay that money/Everyday I be fresh but I go in there looking bummy
And I don’t need Burt all in my face/And ain’t supposed to leave the state but I just got back from the A
Pappadeaux seafood and steak/You should roll out with me when I go hit the interstate
Now we pulling up to shawty crib, I’m like dibs/I can see me in her ribs she quoting my ad libs
Let me chill, I’m on point checking my mirrors/Strap in my hand ain’t letting nobody steal us
Shawty dem hop in the back she mad country/First thing she say is damn it’s so funky
I pull out the sack lil mama you roll Dutches?/Hell yea I’m thinking this shit lovely
And now we skating to the city/Stop by the party shop for a cup now I’m in the back rubbing titties
Tryna get a quickie, you know a ni*** litty/She grabbing on my dick I put my hand on her kitty
Bruh come out the shop like we need a room/Damn right.. we sure do
So we hit the boulevard and change the tune/And then this shit got crazy lost the mood
Man bruh started tweaking/Bruh pull out the beam started spazzing on the phone shawty scared shawty leaving
Calling up her man/Just so happens he was right down the street whole time bi*** creeping
And now I’m like f***!, I was bout to f***!/Bruh was like s*** we goin out anyway lets hit the club
We get to the club and that mother****** packed/Bruh was like I’ma chill I be right here when you get back
I was like bet/I ain’t thinking nothing of it let me go in here and flex
I’m throwing back nac’ and politican with Worl/We talkin bout this music and I’m rubbing on these girls
I’m walking outside ni**** wanna act tough/I’m at the car MOB jump in the backseat wit it tucked
I ain’t trippin cause I’m parking lot pimpin/Next thing I know he come around the whip spittin’
I’m slipping I push the ho down/Run for my tooly up under the seat grab it you know I let it go now
MOB hop in the back say bruh I’m hit/Blood all over the seat my ni*** we gotta split
Ni**** still sending shots I buss back/Squeal out the lot drop him at the ER now I’m running with both straps
Called my ni*** told him come get me/Meet me way up the street cause behind me is the fiftys

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