Base 2 the Future

When this baby hits 88 mph
You are going to see some serious shit

Jumped in the game like i don't need a beeper
I do what i want cuz my pockets a lil deeper
Woke up one morning my dawg got a R.I.C.O
That's why I aint fucking with too many people
Jumped in the water surrounded by sharks
But I keep an FN and I ain't talkin' Nemo
Ride with the Glock like I ride with the reaper
Pull up take off like I'm evil Knievel
Jumped off the porch den I ran to the corner
Back den could've sworn I was hangin' with monsters
Got my weight up
Get that shit out the mud
I ain't takin' no hand out I don't need a sponsor
If I go broke then it's back to the Yapp
I can book an appointment cuz I know the Doctor
Pull off with his bitch
Got her playing my tape
Trying to find something to eat while I'm jabbing her tonsils
My baby shit harder than niggas
Pull off in a vert
Push to start on these niggas
I up'd a guitar on these niggas
The chop makem dance
See the star in a nigga
I go bar for bar with a nigga
That glock like the claw snatch the heart out a nigga
Don't make me restart me a nigga
Like Mario go final boss on a nigga
I'm to far ahead of these niggas
Talk to my son like you cannot be scared of these niggas
They hate how I spread on a nigga
I'll feed a bird how I drop me some bread on a nigga
Go drop me some lead on a nigga
Extended my clip let the glock piss the bed on a nigga
Like who the fuck scaring you niggas
Ain't posted shit in a week
Playin' dead on a nigga
It was so many shells it was to many questions
The victim got so many wholes like a leopard
Chasing the gap get it in get it out
I ain't got time to talk ain't got time for no lecture
Kickin' her out while I break down the Za because
I like the runtz with the grittier texture
Spinning the block cuz you got a new Glock you crash dummy nigga
You is not a stepper
Cubic your wrist
Pacifist but the Glock got a switch
Got a group of haters so I made a list
You wanna ride gotta go get your friend
She come inside she can't drink out the dish
I past her off like I want the assist
You don't care bout no money but die about a bitch
You ain't getting money ain't taking no wrist
Catch him in the streets I ain't you droppin a diss
Pacifist but the Glock got a switch
Got a group of haters so I made a list
You wanna ride gotta go get your friend
She come inside she can't drink out the dish
I past her off like I want the assist
You don't care bout no money but die about a bitch
You ain't getting money ain't taking no wrist
Catch him in the streets I ain't you droppin a diss



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Writer(s): Robert Goynes Iii
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