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



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Writer(s): Kenric’ Jackson
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