The Set Up

[Verse]
Yeah man we took a loss
I can’t do shit about it man
It happened so fast like
Shit just happened like
N*ggas just bum rushed in
Boom blocka
Glass shattered
I got nothing to lose
So n*gga nothing matters
The baby crying
Mama screaming just chill
Nobody’s dying unless y’all giving me a fucking raise
A little n*gga standing up
With his hands up
Say why you robbing us
We ain’t got no cash bro
Before I finish of astanza
You’ll have your answer
Now lay down before I smoke you like a fucking cancer
First of all we came for dope not money
Second of all look at my stomach
Boy I’m fucking hungry
Not to mention mama ain’t so sweet
You see she set my n*gga up last week
Hit us both up for a quarter keep
And don’t forget about the pound for the OG
My n*gga told me it was probably some n*ggas that owe me
Looking closely at what my n*ggas showed me
Fucked around and shot an innocent n*gga
His name was Tig
You put in work with some immigrant n*ggas
I did some homework and found out that wasn’t the n*gga shit
I hit my n*gga dog explain this shit
Every little detail n*gga minute for mother fucking minute
While I was chilling with this bitch she was cooking grits
When three n*ggas stormed in then hit us both with the blitz
Hit me in the face with the 4 4 never did touch the hoe though
Grabbed the work then hit the door
Damn my n*gga she set you up
You keep on fucking with these hoes and they gonna wench you up
But anyway I hope you know she late
I’m on my mother fucking way
With two n*ggas to pick you up
Tell that bitch you coming over if she hits you up
I’m going in uninvited
I don’t need no commission no
With big extensions like a fucking militia
I shoot a bitch grandma standing doing the dishes
Up in the kitchen
Ain’t no limits about my mother fucking paper
You took my shit I need it back bitch
Now not later yeah
Cuz once we inside I ain’t letting shit right
You shouldn’t a decide to take my mother fucking shit right
So when it get like a quarter to three
It’s raining it’s pouring it’s fifty degrees
My mask is ski
We’re going straight in don’t need no keys
My pistol to her head as she screams YT it wasn’t me
Hold up how this bitch know my name
She on her knees trying to put me on game
Well put it on my brain
I was cooking and sweeping up with the broom
Some n*ggas came through
Your boy took him in the room yeah
I heard whispers from a couple n*ggas
A lot of chit chat somebody said they was gonna blast ya
My n*gga jumping at her
Let the bitch speak her case
I turn around to a fucking pistol in my face