BS Story

Lyrics

[Intro] (It's a Wayne Beat) (We're with White Grease today) (Fuck the fire, we got grease) [Verse] This how it happened, I pulled up to the crib and I saw a car I'm thinkin' I'm just trippin' 'cause I'm off the bar Then the window rolled down and I saw a spark They wasn't shootin' at me, though But it sound like them boys had torpedoes I had Spark with me, told him, "Get B-roll" Man, this bitch pussy better than Hot Cheetos Damn, let me get back to the lil' story After that one shit happened, found out it was lil' Corey But it's safe to talk about it, he got bookеd for it A nigga put his hands on him and got cooked for it, yeah If it wasn't at least tеn, eleven shootouts, then it wasn't war They couldn't get over Corey, shot his brother for it They hit him in his head, fucked up his motherboard But let me tell you this other story When I took a nigga to go stand in line for some fuckin' Jordans You gotta catch this next part, it's im-fucking-portant He only had five hundred on him, so it wasn't worth it (Like what the fuck he do?) When I think about it, I had three hundred and bought a one of Morton We should've bought some dope, moral of the story It's a white boy up here and he wanted forty So we waitin' on these damn shoes I just heard a gunshot and seen a hand move I ain't finished school, but I'm not a damn fool My motherfuckin' house got a damn pool, nigga Your house ain't got privacy and you do not own that house, why you lie to me? I wonder how my kidney look, I drunk a lot of lean I be withdrawin' and havin' mood swings, but I'm not a fiend Damn, I'm trippin', we was talkin' 'bout them fuckin' shoes The nigga shot the nigga 'cause he cut his juice Now I mind you, I just bought a one of juice The lean bottle fell on the floor, Mike, what you wanna do? This rap shit gettin' boring, I'm finna go to school I couldn't find no Louis shit to wear, so I threw on Rhude Why the fuck I keep jumpin' off the topic? I was tryna tell y'all 'bout that shit happen at Foot Locker We was tryna get some shoes and some fuckin' drank Then a nigga got robbed for the fuckin' drank He robbed him, then he shot him in his fuckin' face I ain't talkin' 'bout Coochie Land, that was another day But at the same spot, he pulled up on Q50 and got his chain got Drop a hundred on a nigga house, it sound like raindrops Pick her up and make her suck my dick 'til I say stop Don't give a fuck if she get lockjaw Ain't need a knife when I was locked 'cause I got paws A nigga said some gay shit and did not pause A nigga sent a terroristic threat and got knocked off Pulled up to the barbecue, she ate my hot dog He either rap or play ball or he got dog Only three things, I still remember when I had three jeans Like, a pair of jogging pants and two pair of Purples Nah, I'm trippin', it was Jordan Craigs I wear Air Force 1s, Michael Jordan head But before the song end, guess what Corey said He said he'll be home in a minute He was trippin', said he ain't hit a dome in a minute I got pissed off when I heard the phone say, "A minute" Bitch, my dick soft just 'cause you ain't moan when I hit it I don't wanna fuck you not into me Like, bro, just 'cause I'm richer, we not enemies I had Louis V shorts on and it was ten degrees I wanna ride with a bitch dumpin' grits, bumpin' chicken feet Knocked on his door, January 31st and said, "Trick or treat?" I forgot I bought the bitch the watch, that's the trick in me Don't give a fuck about yesterday, that was history I don't smoke dope or snort coke, but AJ do a brick with me [Outro] Talkin' 'bout a brick, glass pint of Hi-Tech