Alibi
I Got Niggas scared of me bitches wanna fuck me this ain’t nothing new bitch we been getting money stacking up these hundreds don’t you ever try to touch it if you do, we spin yo Block now you a dead motherfucker
I got some dead mfs talking dead presidents just hit a lick and got away ain’t leave a lick of evidence told that nigga I was coming did exactly what I said looked him in the eyes with the silencer pointed at his head pull that trig slow blood got on my nose his body hit the flo I’m reaching for his phone to check the time 11:54 left my shit at home for a reason (why) only real ones know grabbed the cash stuffing it in a bag now it’s time to go up the street I parked a black Durango kinda off the road pulling off headed to the spot so I can burn these clothes paranoia got me sweating and fogging up the windows made it to the spot to light this shit like it’s some indo pour the gas, light the match, burn the mask, burn the mag, count the cash, then burn the bag, burn the swag, wipe my face, then burn the rag, watch it burn, watch it burn till it turn to ash
I Got Niggas scared of me bitches wanna fuck me this ain’t nothing new bitch we been getting money stacking up these hundreds don’t you ever try to touch it if you do, we spin yo Block now you a dead motherfucker
Now the evidence is gone… it’s time to hit the road my conscious fuckin with cuz its death all on my soul trying to tell myself I’m right, but in my heart I know I’m wrong I keep looking out my rear view hoping that I make it home when I do I go inside the house to get right on my phone I text my brother back like “aye gang I was sleep bro what chu on” he said “pull up on me Nigga, I’m at the crib I got some hoes” now my alibi in check cuz the radar gone show my whereabouts for the time of 11:54 that’s why I left my shit at home I be moving like a ghost but anyway I hit the shower, change my clothes, I’m out the doe I make it to my brotha house I go inside we make a toast niggas mad, we getting cash, getting rich asf, our bitches bad, titties big, and they thick asf, new whips, hellcats, and they fast asf, watch em hate, watch em hate, as we count it up
I Got Niggas scared of me bitches wanna fuck me this ain’t nothing new bitch we been getting money stacking up these hundreds don’t you ever try to touch it if you do, we spin yo Block now you a dead motherfucker