StoryTime Lyrics

Nah, for real, I was talkin' bout that shit the other day, nigga

We was comin' back from the L, gettin faded

Niggas did like a 720 tail whip on the fuckin' highway

Bro, I swear to God

This nigga's fuckin' wheel caught the grass and then we just

Boy, scraped the whole median, bruh, the nigga lost a tire

Ayy, first off, givin' thanks to God, cause I'm still alive

Love my nigga JV, but he can't really even drive

Went to the nest to catch a play, but end up in the hive

And niggas ended up havin' to throw away the custom 9

So listen, this is how this shit go

Me and JV put up to the L, I'm off of the dro

We done finished all the bottles, nigga, pour up some more

If I ain't fuckin' on a model, niggas finna go home

That's what I'm finna do

Her name could be Ice, Spice, my nigga still ain't feelin' you

I know she had to swallow some pride, that shit be killin' you

Like, why can't I just fuck you for this Jimmy Choo

Bitch, cause you don't got no motion, drainin' all my billy blues

Said he love her, then he gave her ass a kiss, that boy a silly goose

If you want that money, better play the cards that life was dealin you

Back to what I was sayin', we headed home, back to the O

Can't stay in LFK too long, bitches doin' snow

JV whippin' a Sonata, can't een lie, he ain't go slow

Since I ain't lyin', he had to show me somethin' up on his phone

Cruise control, started leanin' and his wheel caught the grass

Two bottles of Roq, two Glockies and hella gas

Man, I ain't tryna break no bones, I relax before the crash

If mama find out how reckless that I'm bein', she gon' spaz

Some nigga came over to the car, askin' if we cool

Give a fuck about my body, bro, I gotta dump this tool

Man, I could've been straight, but all I had was bill of sale

I ain't bout to risk a thing, cause this Glockie been through hell

Threw my shit over the highway, got in the car to wait

Feds pull up quick as hell, like they was late for a date

JV look up like, fuck, I got this glizzy on my waist

Can't get rid of that gun, cause it's under my mama's name

Asked the cops if JV could get his keys, they took the bait

He said somethin' bout insurance, then my niggas made a play

McGriddle picked us up, then we came back the next day

Found everything but my glizzy, nigga, I'm feelin' played

My boy was furious, like who the fuck can know about my gun on the highway

Worth $1,100, got a new one next Friday

Sit that bitch next to the rollin' tray where I roll up my white haze

We ain't talkin' bout some money, nigga get the fuck out my face

Give a thanks to God, niggas could've been cremated

Everything you pussy niggas rap about is predated

Went back to the spot, damn my glizzy, nowhere to be found

Sold a 10mm so I could go buy a pound

Now I'm chillin' at the house, tryna blow a hundred rounds

All this shit done really happened, nigga, I ain't chasin' clouds

Almost died like 30 times, man, I dumped a dirty 9

Nigga, I'm a walkin' demigod, my number 35

Pull up like Durant, I don't miss a shot, we dumpin' clips

And nigga, if I was drivin', JV would have a whip

Cause I ain't pressed about no money, nigga, neither bout a bitch

She do anything for blues, call her Lilo and I'm Stitch

Never lettin' this shit go, had to dump a custom stick

It's okay, niggas ain't lackin', got extendo with the Smith

Type of blicky to pull up on your block and get you minced

Think I wanna tell a story, pick a beat, and then I rinse

I ain't washin' Styrofoam, pourin' purple like I'm Prince

Thanking God that I'm still alive, I ain't look back since

I've almost died like 30 times, nigga, this ain't new to me

Around here, niggas gettin' popped for grams and that jewelry

But I'm chillin', makin' music, I don't deal with that tomfoolery

Like, how you gon' beat up a beat? Nigga, that's fuckin' cruelty

Niggas don't even know DizzyV, they just went to school with me

My family be some alcoholics, so I took em' to the brewery

She ain't fuckin', bitch, she screwin' me, I'm cavin' at her doonerie

Pay money on the OnlyFans to see what she gon' do to me

Huh, what she do to me

Nigga, I ain't with tomfoolery

It's nothin' new to me