son birthday

yeah war zone just hit The porch fresh out the house hands on the torch cock it got fire i ain't go lie cold sweat in my sweats looking like i ain't ate yet hands on the car door looking surveying my shore like a shark smelling blood for sure no opps out the driveway music loud knodded at cuz passing the way on a prowl he knodded like yeah now as i waved the flag down motor growled tires fire bent the corner live nigga trying to see something on that nigga that said some things wasn't on me so i keep rolling hit a spot block off women men and children parked out the car what's happening cuz what it do blood forgot it was my son birthday but i play quickly turned up and out hoime talking bout skrill on deck did a check check check yeah we getting that money talks bullshit walks called fallando grimey as nigga any nigga he'll tell you don't call no mo clip up in the cut we on offer up giving up shit you deserve gave a fuck what you heard live and deserve work nerves ya ass gave up in traffic heading home war zone your shit and dropping of my son birthday gift