Loon Story Lyrics:
Yea check it out uh yo Yo I was sittin on the
block wit the deuce deuce the bubble goose nigga
popped up the blue cupe nigga moose this nigga
fishy he stay pisy run u behind niggaz the blizy n
get busy. I seen niggaz resent some nigga wrist be
broke ova dis coke or pocket fulla crispy dolla
billz make nigga swallow the steal but most nigga
cant swallow a pill. Know how that feel? But back
to the skit nigga in back of the whip with the
widows have way down bout to clap on some shit n
im rappin n shit to this platinum chick n what's
fucked up I got shorty in back of the whip im
paraniod but I still got the gat n the clip if
them niggaz spit I got spit back at the whip if it
goes down shorty whole back will get ripped n dast
low down real theatrical shit so I grabbed shorty
hand took a couple a paces said some Hail Mary
maintain my patience. O shit this nigga spit full
quick I threw shorty down n let off the whole clip
then reloaded but hold in the whole whip n broad
day so niggaz done witnessed the whole shit. Had
to flee this shit is blast for me I took a couple
a steps n nigga blasted me. This nigga moose got
loose from caboose aint think bout a truths try to
knock my dick loose my deuce deuce aint fuc'n wit
moose 40 I try to save the chick but the nigga
done lose shorty. Two to her gut 1 to her chest 1
to her head now shorty layin in puddles in red
fuck it im fed im tryna figure if its somthinin I
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said that got this dumb nigga bustin out lead
discussion is dead. I understand this man he got a
canon in his hand the sound of loon the shit is
bananas my one plan was to hit n run fam but god
saved my life when he made his gun jam time to
leave but he still tryna squeeze stead of tryna
buy some time on his knees nigga please you got
know reason to buck up knowin u bout to get shot
the fuck up duke was brave but his stupid ways the
reason why im bout to twist duke twopay n ima
squeezing but the gun wouldn't shot no strays now
we even but the nigga like 6'2. What would you do?
Im bout to out fox dis nigga son at 165 ima box
but what he don't know loon bout to ox dis nigga
hit his dead in his fuc'n neck when I chop dis
nigga but thoughts in my mind telling me let it
slide so ima get in my ride n catch duke another
time just circle the block smoke a purple n chok
this nigga heart stop nigga died right on the
stop. No bullshit collapse right on the block
crack heads went in slacks hit his right in his
knot save me the trouble now my phone on bubble
feds tap on my line like nigga condone the trouble
walk out my motha fuc'n hole is a struggle fuck
the pigs I don't own no shovel. What the fuck? Now
all that bullshit I done been through wit this
nigga I ain't lay a single solitary motha fuc'n
hand on this nigga this nigga drop dead these
motha fuc'n is on my ass like I did somthin to
this nigga word to my motha this shit is some real
bull shit man this nigga fuc'n killed my motha
fuc'n bitch now I'm runnin around like motha fuc'n
Harrison Ford like I'm some motha fuc'n fugitive
or somthin man this is some real bullshit man but
Ima ride this shit out man cuz I'm a motha fuc'n
bad boy.
Lyrics: Story, Loon [end]