John Stockton

If you ain’t tryna fight then why the fuck you talking, holdup
Treat this nigga like a song, I’m finna drop him
You know how hoes get around me, you shouldn’t have brought her
Buckshots all in his head, he need a barber, ooh
Forever got it on me, you can never off me
Bitch I never show respect, nobody taught me
Shoot like John Stockton, wish my Daddy could’ve saw me
But I never leave a witness so I probably would’ve popped him
Damn, brought the drum but I ain’t come to let you hear a beat
I came blowing like 12, now you six feet
Bitch came shooting her shot, lucky it ain’t hit m, fuck
Bitch better like spit sh wanna kiss me Make a rap nigga disappear,
don’t fuckin diss me
Six pills, one wop, got me dizzy
You had a dream about the bitch I had with me
Behind closed doors, hold it open while I’m pissing
She not disgusting, you’ll never see her with me
She living life with a suicidal nigga
Hope you ride or die ‘cause hoe we dying in a minute
Everything I do I push it to the limit
I be in it, you like Emmett, how you die over these bitches
He finna die ‘cause the lord is my witness
In a church but I am not a fuckin' Christian
I get clumsy every Sunday, finna drop this whole 50, bitch