Last Resort

We just pop out and leave that boy ancient
The opps don't be at they spot it be vacant
They team waving white flags get to praying
They team waving white flags get to praying
Uh
I've been gift wrapping so many opps
They call me the sinner man
You know that I don't give a fuck watch they bodies drop no I don't give a damm
I'm squeezing thirty's right out the glock
When I'm shooting my thirty it ain't gon jam

I love it when them shells pop
My niggas clean you up just like a mop
Gang
These niggas don't be outside when them shooters out
He with his moms sad in the house if that bitch not fucking ima keep her out
Fucked a opp bitch on the couch she said she love me in her mouth
She said fuck the other side baby you that nigga without a doubt

I told her I run this shit in New York and to the a and to the south
I told her I run this shit in New York and to the a and to the south
Do the race like I'm tay and keep them bands in the Louie pouch
Do the race like I'm tay and keep them bands in the Louie pouch
Tell shorty come to homebase you know I get them bands baby can't be no slouch
Tell shorty come to homebase you know I get them bands baby can't be no slouch
These niggas is ass smoking every nigga in my path

We'll send shots at ya cab
Just know a demon under that mask
We leave niggas in the dust last
I told that lil bitch don't bring up my past
These niggas really doing bad im glad
I told the waitress put that shit on my tab
Aye
gang
We be swerving in the lanes
Catch a opp in traffic shoot his brains
My niggas get to purging they go insane
Hallows keep clicking and tapping his brain
Ruger or smithing when im putting in pain
Gang



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Writer(s): Angel Speller
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