Slapbox lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yo, yo

[Verse]
I'm in the hood smoking sticks with the squad (Uhuh)
The MAC in the bushes and the stick in the yard (Okay)
Fredo going to get the Henny, grab a fifth and cigars (Get that sh*t, n*gga)
Put out a half a zip to smoke, and I’m twisting it all (We smokin' all this)
n*ggas drunk, slapboxing in the street, doing pull-ups on the tree (Uhuh)
My n*gga Killa Tone, pulled up in a V
Pulled over (what up?), he just got off parole, so we hit the weed (yeah, hit this, n*gga)
I said, “we need a lick to hit”, he said “I got what we need" (Ayo, when we slingshot down)
‘Member that fat n*gga, Ronnie, from Riverside with all the blocks? (yeah, I remember that n*gga)
Had the G Wagon, used to be with Twon and got shot? (Oh, that cat?)
I was leaving his b*tch house, just finished getting some top (Haah)
Riding down his block, seen his G Wagon parked at the spot (Word?)
So I laid on the n*gga and watched
I seen his kids and his baby mama, he thought he was low, but now we got the drop (Say less)
That n*gga pus*y, we probably won't have to clap him
We gon’ take the ratchet anyway, in case that's how it got to happen (I'm already knowin', n*gga)
So is you down or what?” my face frowning up
Brown in my cup like “what you mean ‘am I down or what?'" (What you talkin' 'bout, n*gga?)
We laying this n*gga down or what?” (you know what time it is), he said “I'ma bang your jack”
Gave my n*gga a dap, he slid, I told Pat, “take me back to the crib” (Lemme holla at you)
I couldn’t sleep (dropped off), thinking ‘bout it all night (Uh)
That n*gga got cake, we all gon’ be straight, and Killa, right? (Word)
I've seen his wrist full of ice, that n*gga neck was like one of the Migos
This lick should be, easy as a free throw (This sh*t is right)
But I got this rap sh*t popping and I just signed a deal
But they ain’t putting out no music, it's hard to pay my bills
f*ck it, Killa texted and said, “it's time to move
Let's catch him when he come back from taking his daughter to school
Nobody else should be home, so everything should go smooth (Okay)
We gon’ leave with a couple hundred thousand and some jewels (Say no more)
Heard he keep his money stashed behind his picture in the wall”
“Copy”, he think he 'Lo ‘cause he live in Niagara Falls? (Haahhhh)
We gon' get that n*gga and then I'm back on track (Uhuh)
Hope I don't have to, but any funny sh*t, he getting clapped
Now we riding down in 190 over that bridge
Black Nike TECs, ski mask so he don't know who we is
Killa on the walkie talkie said, “he pulled in the driveway”
I already climbed in the window like Smokey on Friday (Hahahaha!)
Yeah, soon as he put his key in and turned the lock (Uhuh)
Opened the door, he heard my burner c*ck (“Where it's at, n*gga?”)
Took me to the stash, he had 300 racks and 30 blocks (Woo)
Gave him a leg shot and fled the spot (Hold that, pus*y)
Jumped back in the whip, I said, “we're straight, we're good” (We outta here, we outta here)
We jumped back on the 190 and went straight to the hood (Uhuh)
Next thing you know, police was on us with sirens on (Woah!)
Killa said, “I just got off parole, they're getting fired on (Alright, chill, chill)
f*ck that, I ain't going back
Just hit the gas if he pull his Glock out, that'll give us time to hop out” (Yeah, merk on them n*ggas)
He mashed the gas and we murked, “pull over over there (Lemme over here)
I'ma hop out first, and go and hide in that abandoned church” (Uhuh)
Be safe, n*gga, hit me when you're at the crib” (Ayo, hit me when you touch down, my n*gga, straight up, I'mma have yo' sh*t ready)
Then he slid