Selfmade Stunner - Another Damn Story

I need a move I need a lick
I'm bouta come up off some shit
I need that paper or a brick
I need some bread it don't make Sense
Long nights giving spense
Get to thinking with my pen
It get planned we not a kid
I make a call it end quick
Phones a snitch we meet up after six
It's getting dark like I predict
We wait a bit three after six
We getting ready black kicks
Mask on we don't forget
We get the whip we creepin in
No weapons I pretend
It's getting late we bouta win
Breaking in don't know we in
Sleep again don't drop a pin
Keeping quiet one percent
Car running lights are dim
We bag it up win win win
We drive away we hit the Ben
Doing dash we cranking it
Gloves on checking shit
We hit the lick we ain't Rich
We going back bagging it
Different spot grabbing shit
We feeling nice fuck that shit
We want it all run it bitch
Casino cashing in
Hit the pot
We leave the lot
Flashy nigga brag a lot
Got a driver to take me in
Cops been tailing from the begin
Get home I stash it up
Inna shower fresh as fuck
Hoping out I'm bouta fuck
Wife bad kids up
Police at the house kick the door in
Dogs barking loud as fuck
I'm just thinking like how the fuck
First spot we bagged it up
Second spot we hit it up
Snitches get to snitching
Casino Seen us winning large amounts
Personal driver knew my house
Police pressed him out
Protective custody Nigga watch out

Written by:
Donnie Bradley Jr

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