Out On Bond
Out on bond going to jail
Fucking up the profit
Thought I was gone see better days
I ain't seeing progress
Let's go
Whole lotta HAC shyt gang
Slumped Dede I want his repeat
His day one ain't no pussy
Fulla pills trynna drill some
Look in his eyes he done killed some
Back to back we keep sliding through
Fucc it send them bitches through the roof
Me and OG trynna peel some
U send one we gone send two
Got detain Neva said a name
So they had to let us loose
Ain't gone neva say his name
Cause he gone killed too
Fucc that I ain't going for it
She gone have to get peeled too
Lay in her yard wit that dirty rod
Leave her smelling like the mill do
3 deep in them nascaars
All choppas no handguns
Ran up he couldn't stand nun
It's too hot to b sharing guns
Get out of bog
If yeen got u one
Trap phone doing numbers
Ian never been no runner
Jack boy trynna Jack some
Don't front none If u want it
Out of state ima goner
Flow sick like Rona
HAC what we bleed
Head and chest
When I squeeze
In that back where u can't come
I'm posted I just play calm
Itching for a flonky
To come fishing
We gone bomb
30 in the drake
I meant micro Drake
Smell the air feel the wind
I bet u die today
Stand ova game official
On his bac where he had stayed
Ova him bitch I prayed
Brod day we slanging k's
Fucking up the profit
Thought I was gone see better days
I ain't seeing progress
Let's go
Whole lotta HAC shyt gang
Slumped Dede I want his repeat
His day one ain't no pussy
Fulla pills trynna drill some
Look in his eyes he done killed some
Back to back we keep sliding through
Fucc it send them bitches through the roof
Me and OG trynna peel some
U send one we gone send two
Got detain Neva said a name
So they had to let us loose
Ain't gone neva say his name
Cause he gone killed too
Fucc that I ain't going for it
She gone have to get peeled too
Lay in her yard wit that dirty rod
Leave her smelling like the mill do
3 deep in them nascaars
All choppas no handguns
Ran up he couldn't stand nun
It's too hot to b sharing guns
Get out of bog
If yeen got u one
Trap phone doing numbers
Ian never been no runner
Jack boy trynna Jack some
Don't front none If u want it
Out of state ima goner
Flow sick like Rona
HAC what we bleed
Head and chest
When I squeeze
In that back where u can't come
I'm posted I just play calm
Itching for a flonky
To come fishing
We gone bomb
30 in the drake
I meant micro Drake
Smell the air feel the wind
I bet u die today
Stand ova game official
On his bac where he had stayed
Ova him bitch I prayed
Brod day we slanging k's
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Writer(s): Kenric’ Jackson
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