Global Hogg

This time I go in my book bag
She go in her purse
Glock 20 But her shit 29
But who gone grab what first
Always check your back
And hit the front
On the sides be alert
Ain't no way that we gone die
Tonight Baby just put in work
Baby we gotta go faster
Hold on tight I'm finna dash it
If you twerk that bitch
Out of the window
Promise I won't crash it
It's to many people that I seen die
An I won't let that happen
Government an gangster thugs
Touch my army end in a casket
I ain't playing
All white looking racist
An throwing hoggs in they faces
This stick hold a blood clot
That's a lot I'm talking Jamaican
Heard they be on satellites
Had to shoot the cameras no waiting
How the fuck they find the places
Time to switch out the location

Been moving round the world
We bout to switch it again
Still running from the laws
Ducking bullets with one cocked in
They right up on our trail Oh well
I'm making my ends Meet
Don't tell me that they coming
Saw them before they hit the street
He walk in
Send sum rounds
Hit his head
Hit the ground
Pick him up
Try again
Hit his partner
Hit his leg
Finish him
He getting up
Ain't nobody getting out
You walked in
Nigga now you getting slumped
Gotta switch the location
One more Time nigga fuck
Boy you said you gone run ima bump
Shoot at anything under the sun
Work the trail on the feds for some months
Work on my aim in the range for some months
Cause I swear I ain't going
Ain't no time for hoeing
If they catch me I'm getting put up
Locked in a cell on my tail for some months
I ain't trynna be in a cell I need bucks
Should I get me a whip
With the back the front
I just got me a bitch
See her back from her front
Tell my family I'm straight
I'll be back in some month
When that pussy get out
Then we back on the hunt
All my brother they know
Ain't got speak about much
I know I'm outta line
But this Federal love
Before I hopped on a plane
I took federal drugs
They tried to push in
But I swear I won't Budge



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Writer(s): Kush Masters
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