Story - Loon

Yo, I was sittin on the block with the deuce-deuce, the bubble goose

Nigga popped up in the blue Coupe, this nigga Moose

This nigga fishy, this nigga he stay pissy

Run up behind niggas, the blizzy and get busy

I seen niggas resent, some nigga wrist be broke over this coke

Or pocket full of crispy

Dollar bills make nigga swallow the steel

And most niggas can’t swallow a pill, know how that feel?

But back to the skit nigga, in back of the whip

With the windows half way down about to clap on some shit

And I’m rappin and shit to this platinum chick

It was fucked up, I got shorty back of the whip

I’m paranoid but still got the gat and the clip

If them niggas spit, I got to spit back at the whip

If it go down, shorty whole back’ll get ripped

And that’s low down, real life theatrical shit

So I grabbed shorty hand, took a couple of paces

Said some «Hail Mary» maintain my patience (*4 gun shots*)

Oh shit, this nigga spit four quick

I threw shorty down and let off the whole clip (*several gun shots*)

Then reloaded but holdin the whole whip (*gun cocks*)

In broad day, so niggas done witnessed the whole shit

Had to flee this shit is blasphemy

I took a couple of steps and the nigga blasted me (*gunshot*)

This nigga Moose got loose from the caboose

Ain’t thinkin about a truce, try to knock my dick loose

My deuce-deuce ain’t fuckin with Moose .40

I try to save the chick but the nigga done lose shorty

Two to her gut, one to her chest, one to her head

Now shorty layin puddles of red, fuck it I’m fed

I’m tryna figure was it somethin I said

That got this dumb nigga bustin out lead, discussion is dead

I understand this man, he got a cannon in his hand

The sound alone, this shit is bananas

My one plan was to hit him and run fam

But God saved my life, when he made his gun jam

Time to leave but he still tryna squeeze

Instead of tryna buy him some time on his knees

Nigga please, you got no reason to buck up

Knowin that you 'bout to get shot the fuck up

Duke was brave but his stupid ways

Is the reason why I’m 'bout to twist Duke toupee

And I’ma squeezin but the gun wouldn’t shot no strays

Now we even but the nigga like 6'2, what would you do?

I’m 'bout to out fox this nigga

Son at 165, I’ma box this nigga

But what he don’t know, Loon 'bout to ox this nigga

Hit him dead in his fuckin neck, when I chop this nigga

But thoughts in my mind, tellin me let it slide

So I’ma get in my ride and catch Duke another time

Just circle the block smoke a purple of choc

This nigga heart stop, nigga died right on the spot

No bullshit, collapse right on the block

Crackheads went in his slacks, hit him right in his knot

Save me the trouble, now my phone on bubble (they comin for you)

Feds tappin my line, like nigga condone the trouble

Walk out my motherfuckin home is a struggle

Fuck them pigs, I don’t own no shovel

What the fuck

Now all that bullshit I done been through with this nigga

I ain’t lay a single solitary motherfuckin hand on this nigga

This nigga drops dead, these motherfuckers is all on my ass

Like I did somethin to this nigga

Word to my mother, this shit is some real bullshit man

This nigga killed my motherfuckin bitch (*bells start ringing*)

Now I’m runnin around like motherfuckin Harrison Ford

Like I’m some motherfuckin «Fugitive» or somethin man

This is some real bullshit man

But I’ma ride this shit out man

Cause I’ma motherfuckin Bad Boy