HE DONE

(Ay yo Ian)
[Chorus]
He better run or he done
Choppa gon eat him, he lunch
"I am a fan", he get touched
Serving them beans, CVS
Big bands, nigga, know we gon' stretch
[?] he was a hot boy now he dead
Keep it look like it right to my bae
Freak a lil fresh but they call me your dad
They playing with me, had to go get a taste
Slayworld, nigga, you know the rest
Paid me just to feel the touch
And they ain't serving crack rocks
Damn that boy might get popped
Leave your brains all on the sidewalk
In the beamеr M3 can't get caught
She suck me up and I go too far
I go from statе to state just like my frauds
She gon' do a job then I let her off
Want me to stay a while
These bitches is way too wild
He get wet up just like the nile
Yeah they biting on me like crocodile
He think that he look nice
Can't even get a check
I don't do that talking shit
Leave him illiterate
Got these tats on my neck she gon' lick
And my [?] gotta hold the blick
It get to dangerous
Leave him inanimate
[?] him, don't count no fist
Run up, he gon get blicked
Give me that, you don't need your bitch
Floor the Linc but keep that blick
X pills don't hit enough
Try to be on a rush
Sippin' that fuckin' blood
Tell my kid [?]
[Verse]
She wanna fuck on me, cause my money doin' handstands
I said she gon' fuck on me and she don't even know my name man
She can come with me, but she know that she cannot stay man
She gon' suck my dick, cause she know that's an obligation
You know I'm a hot boy, get that money no vacation
Say he want a verse, but he broke, it don't make sense
I say "Fuck the Xan", had to start eating them percys
Had to that, man, had to really do him dirty
I got a new Glock now these niggas start avertin'
I can't fuck with you, I can not fuck with these earthlings
(Tag)
(Yeah man)
[Chorus]
He better run or he done
Choppa gon' eat him, he lunch
"I am a fan", he get touched
Serving them beans, CVS
Big bands, nigga, know we gon' stretch
[?] he was a hot boy, now he dead
Keep it look like it right to my bae
Freak a lil fresh but they call me your dad
They playing with me, had to go get a taste
Slayworld, nigga, you know the rest
Paid me just to feel the touch
And they ain't serving crack rocks
Damn that boy might get popped
Leave your brains all on the sidewalk
In the beamer M3 can't get caught
She suck me up and I go too far
I go from state to state just like my frauds
She gon' do a job then I let her off
Want me to stay a while
These bitches is way too wild
He get wet up just like the nile
Yeah they biting on me like crocodile
He think that he look nice
Can't even get a check
I don't do that talking shit
Leave him illiterate
Got these tats on my neck she gon' lick
And my [?] gotta hold the blick