Story Time

You hit it she say that it tickle
I hit it I'm making it jiggle
Can't talk cause her mouth on my pickle
She smack on the dick like some skittles
He mad cause I'm clappin his girl
He texting he want a reply
She call and she moan on the phone
Now he on the phone finna cry
Say he on the way to the house
Say he finna air this bitch out
I bust a nut then I dip
I left it right on the couch
Ran to my car down the block
I had to come back around
I seen him pull in the driveway
He seen me cracking a smile
Hopped in his whip started following
I ain't want his girl I was borrowing
It won't too much talk just swallowing
I wouldn't say talking to just hollering
I took a right took a left
I took a left took a right
This when shit start to get real
I had to stop at the light
This nigga hopped out on foot
This nigga trying to fight
I'm finna take off his cap
I'm finna shake up the sprite
He said he know where I stay
He said be ready on sight
He know he don't wanna play
Like why would you play with yo life
I headed back to the hood
Told all my niggas to strap up
This nigga must be a city girl
Don't worry we finna act up
This nigga calling around
This nigga looking for back up
Please don't talk what you can't walk
These nigga's really just act tough
We locked and loaded
We hopped in the whip
Oh shit there got 12
Hide the clip
Hide the sticks
We headed straight to his crib
This where shit start to get real
My boy caught him out on the porch
He let it off and he peeled

This a story bout these nigga's
That be tripping bout these bitches all the time
All the time
This a story bout these nigga's
That be tripping bout these bitches all the time



Credits
Writer(s): Dimitri Roseboro
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