Ballout Monkey - Story Time (feat. Zoe Bundles)

Caught me a murder case Nigga thought I wasn't going to bail out baby I know it
And imma beat my case I know it
Nigga had drawed his gun ain't blow it
He was thinking I ain't have mine I know it
And they ain't gone find that 9 I'm knowing
Shawty keep saying I'm fine I'm knowing
Im running her down baby where you goin
I like to rhyme she like how I'm flowing
I tell her you coming baby or you going
She say I'm coming daddy and you know it
That's how it started now here go the story
It was a regular day I was bored
But money was calling I couldn't ignore it
Nigga run down on my bitch talking big boss shit
Like it's nothing that he can't afford
Boom the hoe get the room
Big Dudley truck he pulled up in a ford
Big money Nigga you can tell he snort
He hop out the truck go knock on the door
She was sucking soon as he hit the door
After that hour he wanted some more
She rode on that dick like a muthafuckin horse
He told her baby you got to come home with me
And I'll pay a big fee for it
That's when she smiled and she told him of course
They left the room went hopped in the ford
She send me a text saying follow the ford
You know I'm following the ford
He back out start driving it ford
Pull out a bag on the hoe and he show it
I'm on his ass he don't even know it
I got a phone call I ignore it
It was my seven calling I ain't know it
Wassup with it bitch talk quick Cause I'm on a lick I ain't trying to blow it
I'm in the hood and I'm following a ford nigga
Got a bag I think he gone blow it
I know you ain't lien bitch what kind of ford
Bitch what kind of ford what color the ford
That bitch blue seen em walking out the store with the loot
Think the nigga in the car with his boo
Aye that's my hoe he had showed her the loot it's green seven follow through
Bet I'm on the move
We in the hood and imma play it cool
He got a pocket full of blues this shit to green it's finna be smooth
Nigga hop out he clutching his tool
Let him get in before we make a move
Damn we at the door his bitch open up lay her on the floor
She play it cool the hoe done caught on
Say watch how you move and throw me his phone
His bitch send a text say she almost home
Damn we got to move quick
Zoe done flashed and slapped him with the Blick
He say run that bag and cock back his stick
Da Nigga fold up and start running his shit
Big bag think we hit for a ticket
Nigga start crying and screaming we tripping
A knock on the door I think it's his bitch
Tell them shut up I don't want to hear shit
Just chill let her knock for a minute
She calling his phone and the bitch get to tripping
She screaming like you in my house with a bitch
She bust his back window out with a brick
He grabbed his stick he up it ain't blow and got shot in his shit
She get to screaming and calling the pigs
We grab the hoe and we run out his shit
We hop in the ford and we pushing this bitch
His bitch get to crying like why did you kill him
Bitch don't you know that you fuck with a killer
I wasn't finna play with that lame ass nigga
You taking up for him you should've died with him
You keep on tweaking you gone end up a victim
Mane shut the fuck up the laws on our trail
I'm out on bond and I ain't going to jail
We good on the case I ain't worried bout 12
Just have that little money to pay on my bail
What about her this bitch in here tripping
She keep on crying she bound to get killed
If she get killed it is what it is just get me a lawyer we hit for a mill
Bitch hit a left drop me off right here take my lil 9 make it disappear
Bet bitch I love you ill stack all the ends
I feel like she snitching that's 10 on her chin
Now I'm on feet and I'm gone with the wind laws
10 cars deep got a nigga blocked in
I don't do nothing but put up my hands
And get on my knees and smile and grin
Seven

Written by:
Isaac Bass

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