Penalties ft. Da Fed Baby Lyrics

Aim a gun straight at his face, but don’t pull it tho

Next time y’all two meet, somebody gotta go

Four niggaz in a stolen coupe, you already know

The two niggaz in the back seat gone be stuck for show

Especially if a cop on a beat see you moving

And he calls in your actions, and the direction of your movement

You know they called a APB

You sweatin' when you see police

You dirty cuz you got the heat

Hoping you can take the streets

Hoping you don’t face defeat

But that shit common

So of course you’ll hear sirens, head rushing heart pounding

Every corner you swerve, on and off of the curb

You almost hit that mother wit her kids headed to work

You ain’t tryna go back jail huh, you rather sleep in the dirt

A bible verse in the back of the hearse.

But soon, you’ll lose the wheel and get you and ya mans killed

While the first offenders in the back gone have to take a deal.

I earned my stripes nigga yeah i been official, facts

Niggaz taking deals cause they beneficial, rats

Acting like he hard, ya mans been tissue

Y'all grew up out that sandbox right

Yeah he been with you

Y'all done fucked them hoes together

Loyalty was never tested

Cooked up out that stove together

Whipped for him, gave him lessons

Y'all done shot that pole together

You in the can, he not arrested

Lawyer came to see you nigga

Suppress the what, he got the message

Shorty was ya dog, he was in ya left titty

He let the eighty down, he cant come back to the city

Ya gunner broke the code, He left you in the cold

He tryna get back home, to make it to Nicole

Main bitch took off, she even took the beamer

Left him in that water, deeper than katrina

She ain't doing thirty wit him

She ain't getting dirty wit him

She was getting bag after bag moving birdies wit him

Feds came, windows closed, its curtains for him

He ain't ain't want that rico

Second in command, he started working for em

What's done in the dark, gone come to the light

Time to show up in court, he was nowhere in sight

He even kick Scrilla back in and say he ain't write

He sent that letter to you, I heard bout the kite

Bitch ass nigga

You took eighteen I salute you Wax

Take lil Ty rat ass, bring shooter back

Free the gang