Cock the Rifle Back

House arrests trynna play ma
Part
Trust nobody when my life
Gettin hard
I finna fuck around hop ina gosht
I know ma niggaz ready da go
Hop inna booth n I'm ready da
Go
Choppa wit me it loves da smoke

Cock the rifle back an
Stock, attack
I caught yo bitch ass skimping
I left a nigga limping
As i hit the dash in shity honda
Civic
I sent a message we got yo phone
An I'm fiona take it to the
An sell it for the low
But then i found a rat
And got tailed from the back
I aint bout slack
So i had to sell this crack
Told that bitch this shit bout to
Smack
Like a kit kat
Smokin on that green crack just
Like glass
Ima bout to puff puff pass
Ima let the whip crash
All y'all niggas wanna do the
Dash
Now I'm fighting for my life
On the Mf stand
Now I'm trying to hide the
Contraband
In a forgienland dam
An fat boi trying to
To get me canned
While he on the witness stand
Cuz i took his fucking bandz
An I ran off on his mans



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Writer(s): Jackson Steele
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