BS Story

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-This is White Grease! -We're with White Grease today.

Fuck the fire, we got grease.

This how it happened, I pulled up to the crib and I saw a curtain.

I'm thinking I'm just tripping 'cause I'm off a bar. Then the window rolled down and I saw a spark.

They weren't shooting at me though, but it sound like them boys had torpedoes. I had

Spark with me, told him get B-roll. Man, this bitch pussy better than Hot Cheetos.

Damn, let me get back to the little story.

After that one shit happened, found out it was little Cory. But it's safe to talk about it, he got booked for it.

A nigga put his hands on him and got cooked for it.

Yeah, if it wasn't at least ten, eleven shootouts, then it wasn't war.

They couldn't get over Cory shot his brother for it. They hit him in his head, fucked up his motherboard.

But let me tell you this other story.

When I took a nigga to go stand in line for some fucking Jordans, you gotta catch this next part, it's important.

He only had five hundred on him, so it wasn't worth it. Like, what the fuck you doing?

When I think about it, I had three hundred and bought a Warner Morton.

We should have bought some dope- moral of the story, it's a white boy up here and he want a forty.

So we waiting on these damn shoes. I just heard a gunshot and seen a hand move.

I ain't finish school, but I'm not a damn fool. My motherfucking house got a damn pool.

Nigga, your house ain't got privacy, and you do not own that house, why you lie to me? I wonder how my kidney look, I drink a lot of lean.

I be withdrawing and having mood swings, but I'm not a fiend.

Damn, I'm tripping, we was talking about them fucking shoes. The nigga shot the nigga 'cause he cut his juice.

Now, mind you, I just bought a winter juice.

The lean bottle fell on the floor, Mike, what you wanna do? This rap shit getting boring, I'm finna go to school. I couldn't find no

Louis shit to wear, so I threw on Rue. Why the fuck I keep jumping off topic?

I was trying to tell y'all about that shit happened at Foot Locker.

We was trying to get some shoes and some fucking drank, then a nigga got robbed for the fucking drank. He robbed him, then he shot him in his fucking face. I ain't talking about

Coochie Land, that was another day, but at the same spot.

He pulled up on Q50 and got his chain got.

Drop a hundred on a nigga house, it sound like raindrops.

Pick her up and make her suck my dick 'til I say stop.

Don't give a fuck if she get lockjaw.

Ain't need a knife when I was locked, 'cause I got paws. A nigga said some gay shit and did not pause.

A nigga sent a terroristic threat and got knocked off.

Pulled up to the barbecue, she ate my hot dog. He either rap or play ball, or he got dog, only three things.

I still remember when I had three jeans, like, a pair of jogging pants and two pair of purples.

Nah, I'm tripping, those Jordan Craigs. I wear Air Force Ones Michael Jordan had.

But before the song end, guess what Cory said? He said he'd be home in a minute.

He was tripping, saying he ain't hit a dome in a minute.

I got pissed off when I heard the phone say minute. Bitch, my dick soft just 'cause you ain't moan when I hit it.

I don't wanna fuck, you not into me?

Like, bro, just 'cause I'm richer, we not enemies. I had Louis V shirts on and it was ten degrees.

I wanna ride with a bitch dumping grits, bumping Chicken P!

Knocked on his door January thirty-first and said, "Trick or treat.

" I forgot I bought the bitch the watch, that's the trick in me. Don't give a fuck about yesterday, that was history.

Well, don't smoke dope or snort coke, but AJ do a brick with me. Talking about a brick! Glass pint of

Hi-Tech.