fye

In the middle of the night w the fye Inna back of the hot w the guys Niggas b cap they lien Really they b onna side line Them oops they die they try Put his lil ass in the sky I swear the opps b fried We hitting n jumpin them fences From trapin to Robbin we get it Not a rapper I really b spinnin Free 5 he doin a sentence Free 9 he wanted for killing I was locked in dat cell no bail That time it move like snails (I been in the League ! )n I shoot like a player Niggas ain’t hard they frail Ibeen on the block u can tell Send. Me a pack thru the mail I’m blowin this dope in da air We kicking ain’t ringing a bell No witness ain’t goin to jail I'm ripe yo dawgs b stail My glocks they come in pairs