Lyrics .380 bhabie - La Rari

I gotta keep me a stick when I ride nowadays shit crazy
Ain have no tree beat the block came up on a lil' .380
I Do what I want can't no fuck nigga try to tell me that they made me
I swear to god If a bitch set me up then I'm shooting that lady

Hop in dat light I feel like Thomas Edison
Xan in my soda Shit like my medicine
Stay in the county that shit on recruit
You go to Richmond the streets be on veteran
Old head really got tired of lecturing
Shawty A thot if I say then she pleasuring
My niggas locks if I say so they pull up and pressure him
But i don't say shit Do solo move police ain catchin'
Glock 19 wit a 30 I'm sending out Great Depression
Down bad we ain have no shop niggas was fake selling
Might give you sum grass tho
Then skate like lupe fiasco
Walk passed a Opp he gave me a pass tho

I can't fold or hold back thats just a part of me
Walk up wrong I'm hittin sum arteries
She wanna link with a nigga whole heartedly
We both from Richmond i know that she larceny
I can't go
Still pullin up on da ho
But Better believe I'm having da pole
Bro been been free for a minute but still might pack him a swole
I beat up on da block came up on a Glock now I can't stop being bold
I know if I get locked and I see my opp I'm gone have to sit in the whole
Shit go south I'm spraying Im jus saying until then I'm playin my role
It felt like I Couldn't do shit but sit fuck that went out and stole

Ready go hard now I can't stop
Need a big ass go yard for chop
Wait till I get me a drop
Some shit gone pop
Im tryna make him a dead Opp
Just how I'm feeling I really I ain dissing
I done got tired of plays and missions
Got me a rod now I'm out fishing

This ain no gangsta Shi
Only same anger shi
I couldn't get me the jays so I'm takin it
I know I'm making it gotta be patient
My work secret I feel like a agent
I'm black n white off the za lookin Asian
Slide to da Opp block feel like vacation
Dotting him up now he a Dalmatian
Mexican plug so I need a translation

I'm feeling real wick
Ready go steal shit
I don't got no tree I wanna drill shit
Said he got pounds he just got a lil bit
Pulled up for nothin' that Nigga a false lick
Glock 19 yeah I'm toting a tall stick
Calling the plays I'm really on boss shit
I'm really tuned in
Scope on the rifle it's letting me zoom in
You can't do shit when the Drake get to boomin'
He think it's funny haha and feeling like Ruben
You put the 9 right next to the nick and you know what I'm choosing
You not on my team you probably loosing
I beat the block till that bitch start bruising
I do the dash y'all niggas be cruising
2 in the morning I'm outside looting
I need all my niggas free like gluten