Story(Explicit) - Loon

Story - Loon
Yeah check it out uh yo
Yo I was sittin' on the block with the deuce-deuce the bubble goose
Ni**a popped up in the blue Coupe this ni**a Moose
This ni**a fishy this ni**a he stay pissy
Run up behind niggaz the blizzy and get busy
I seen niggaz resist some ni**a wrist
Be broke over this coke or pocket full of crispy
Dollar bills make ni**a swallow the steel
And most niggaz can't swallow a pill know how that feel
But back to the skit ni**a in back of the whip
With the windows half way down about to clap on some sh*t
And I'm rappin' and sh*t to this platinum chick
It was f**ked up I got shorty back to the whip
I'm paranoid but still got the gat and the clip
If them niggaz spit I got to spit back at the whip
If it go down shorty whole back'll get ripped
And that's low down real life theatrical sh*t
So I grabbed shorty hand took a couple of paces
Said some 'Hail Mary' maintain my patience
Oh sh*t this ni**a spit four quick
I threw shorty down and let off the whole clip
Then reloaded but holdin' the whole whip
In broad day so niggaz done witnessed the whole sh*t
Had to flee this sh*t is blasphemy
I took a couple of steps and the ni**a blasted me
This ni**a Moose got loose from the caboose
Ain't thinkin' about a truce try to knock my dick loose
My deuce-deuce ain't f**kin' with Moose 40
I try to save the chick but the ni**a done lose shorty
Two to her gut one to her chest one to her head
Now shorty layin' puddles of red f**k it I'm fed
I'm tryna figure was it somethin I said
That got this dumb ni**a bustin' out lead discussion is dead
I understand this man he got a cannon in his hand
The sound alone this sh*t is bananas
My one plan was to hit him and run fam
But God saved my life when he made his gun jam
Time to leave but he still tryna squeeze
Instead of tryna buy him some time on his knees
Ni**a please you got no reason to buck up
Knowin' that you 'bout to get shot the f**k up
Duke was brave but his stupid ways
Is the reason why I'm 'bout to twist Duke toupee
And I'ma squeezin' but the gun wouldn't shot no strays
Now we even but the ni**a like 6'2 what would you do
I'm 'bout to out fox this ni**a
Son at 165 I'ma box this ni**a
But what he don't know Loon 'bout to ox this ni**a
Hit him dead in his f**kin' neck when I chop this ni**a
But thoughts in my mind tellin' me let it slide
So I'ma get in my ride and catch Duke another time
Just circle the block smoke a purple of choc
This ni**a heart stop ni**a died right on the spot
No b******t collapse right on the block
Crack heads went in his slacks hit him right in his knot
Save me the trouble now my phone on bubble
Feds tappin' my line like ni**a condone the trouble
Walk out my motherf**kin' home is a struggle
F**k them pigs I don't own no shovel what the f**k
Now all that b******t I done been through with this ni**a
I ain't lay a single solitary motherf**kin' hand on this ni**a
This ni**a drops dead these motherf**kers is all on my a**
Like I did somethin' to this ni**a
Word to my mother this sh*t is some real b******t man
This ni**a killed my motherf**kin' b**ch
Now I'm runnin' around like motherf**kin' Harrison Ford
Like I'm some motherf**kin' fugitive or somethin' man
This is some real b******t man
But I'ma ride this sh*t out man
'Cause I'ma motherf**kin' bad boy