al capone ft. baybo Lyrics

Fresh head-to-toe

Im back in that mode

I kick down this door

Like anyone home?

Why you feel the need to call?

Im breaking down the wall

Drop that check, i just fucked up the whole mall

Give me my respect i can teach you how to ball

I smoke dope, 365, get high go to mars

I just had a feeling its wrong

I just keep my head in my phone

This just a .5 im rollin up for all my dead ones who gone

My shit on silent dont try hit me dont try calling my phone

Bad bitches, cash, money, reason I made this song

It's baybo season, you don't like it, bitch, just move along

Pretty women rule my world, my bitch bad to the bone

She a virgin, bitch, bout to explore the unknown

AR with this drum, Sound like Al Capone

I just did my wrist, I look classy, AP 2-tone

This lil freak hoe nasty, want me to fuck her like i know her

Blues get me horny, baby, racks, get me boner

Real life stoner, She want me to fuck her to the night right to the morning

This glock stay on my side, its gon leave em hurting

Im sorry girl im trying but i aint fucking perfect

If they send shots then girl we sliding take off speeding with a purpose

Dump this whole shit na i aint tired

Reload the clip and keep it going yeah

Like AL Capone im a real fucking gangster,she want me to take her home but i cant cause they might try and get me hit yea get me gone

Smokin on this what the fuck man this shit really got me gone

Diamonds all up on my body, Shining bright yea they 2-tone

Always got a attitude i tell that hoe to watch her tone or tell her leave me lone yea

Why you aint when i called yo phone?

Smoke so much might get cancer but it keep me strong

You got questions with answers i cant tell you no

Yea this bitch bad she a dancer

She want me to love her tell her no and now im wrong

Opps gas pack in my blunt is really strong

She on her knees claim that im her king i need my throne

Brodie on the corner selling crack he really throwed

Is been sevral days and im still up on the road

Momma call my phone she like when you coming home?

Ima hit her back and tell her "I dont really know"

She worry bout her son yea i can tell i just know

Tell her that im straight never leave with out my pole

Cause if they try, send em boys to hell and get em gone, gone

(Get em gone, gone)

(Ya Slatt)