Lyrics

Nigga met this nigga at the McDonald's at Lakewood Mall This nigga like, randomly, like, "Bro, I got the Blue L.A.'s for your .38 Derringer Mind you nigga, this a, this a, you feel me? It's the little pearl handle, handle thing, in and out Nigga give it to him Later on that night, nigga get pulled over Police thoroughly searched the car On God, nigga would've got cracked if I would've kept it And they never even knew I got rid of the gun I never told 'em, so the whole time they searchin' Everybody in the car is scared I forgot to tеll 'em, like, nigga been gave that shit away Then, niggas go to this lil' party Whatever the case, niggas like, "Fuck it, we ain't got nothin' to do, we gon' go" Mind you, niggas ain't had shit to do all day Niggas be gettin' robbed and some mo' shit, it's, it's wild Vince like "Nah, I'm cool," niggas go shake, go home Later on that night, the homie, they get booked Two bodies, crazy, allegedly though, free Ty Bud Moral of this whole story, nigga gotta think ahead Which a nigga always has You gotta separate yourself from bullshit (my world filled blue) Can't get wrapped up in it (my life is blue) And once again it's still, "Free Pac Slim" 'til they free Pac Slimm
Writer(s): Vincent Staples, Kenneth Charles Iii Blume, Chuck Sibit Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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