Loon Story Lyrics

Story lyrics


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Yo I was sittin on the block wit the deuce deuce the bubble goose nigga popped up the blue
cupe nigga moose this nigga fishy he stay pisy run u behind niggaz the blizy n get busy. I
seen niggaz resent some nigga wrist be broke ova dis coke or pocket fulla crispy dolla billz
make nigga swallow the steal but most nigga cant swallow a pill. Know how that feel? But back
to the skit nigga in back of the whip with the widows have way down bout to clap on some shit
n im rappin n shit to this platinum chick n what's fucked up I got shorty in back of the whip
im paraniod but I still got the gat n the clip if them niggaz spit I got spit back at the whip
if it goes down shorty whole back will get ripped n dast low down real theatrical shit so I
grabbed shorty hand took a couple a paces said some Hail Mary maintain my patience. O shit
this nigga spit full quick I threw shorty down n let off the whole clip then reloaded but hold
in the whole whip n broad day so niggaz done witnessed the whole shit. Had to flee this shit
is blast for me I took a couple a steps n nigga blasted me. This nigga moose got loose from
caboose aint think bout a truths try to knock my dick loose my deuce deuce aint fuc'n wit
moose 40 I try to save the chick but the nigga done lose shorty. Two to her gut 1 to her chest
1 to her head now shorty layin in puddles in red fuck it im fed im tryna figure if its
somthinin I said that got this dumb nigga bustin out lead discussion is dead. I understand
this man he got a canon in his hand the sound of loon the shit is bananas my one plan was to
hit n run fam but god saved my life when he made his gun jam time to leave but he still tryna
squeeze stead of tryna buy some time on his knees nigga please you got know reason to buck up
knowin u bout to get shot the fuck up duke was brave but his stupid ways the reason why im
bout to twist duke twopay n ima squeezing but the gun wouldn't shot no strays now we even but
the nigga like 6'2. What would you do? Im bout to out fox dis nigga son at 165 ima box but
what he don't know loon bout to ox dis nigga hit his dead in his fuc'n neck when I chop dis
nigga but thoughts in my mind telling me let it slide so ima get in my ride n catch duke
another time just circle the block smoke a purple n chok this nigga heart stop nigga died
right on the stop. No bullshit collapse right on the block crack heads went in slacks hit his
right in his knot save me the trouble now my phone on bubble feds tap on my line like nigga
condone the trouble walk out my motha fuc'n hole is a struggle fuck the pigs I don't own no
shovel. What the fuck? Now all that bullshit I done been through wit this nigga I ain't lay a
single solitary motha fuc'n hand on this nigga this nigga drop dead these motha fuc'n is on my
ass like I did somthin to this nigga word to my motha this shit is some real bull shit man
this nigga fuc'n killed my motha fuc'n bitch now I'm runnin around like motha fuc'n Harrison
Ford like I'm some motha fuc'n fugitive or somthin man this is some real bullshit man but Ima
ride this shit out man cuz I'm a motha fuc'n bad boy.