Story Lyrics - Loon - Loon

Yeah check it out, uh yo 

Yo, I was sittin' on the block with the deuce-deuce, the bubble goose 

Nigga popped up in the blue Coupe, this nigga Moose 

This nigga fishy, this nigga he stay pissy 

Run up behind niggaz, the blizzy and get busy 

I seen niggaz resist, some nigga wrist 

Be broke over this coke or pocket full of crispy 

Dollar bills make nigga swallow the steel 

And most niggaz can't swallow a pill, know how that feel? 

But back to the skit nigga, in back of the whip 

With the windows half way down about to clap on some shit 

And I'm rappin' and shit to this platinum chick 

It was fucked 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 shit 

So I grabbed shorty hand, took a couple of paces 

Said some 'Hail Mary' maintain my patience 

Oh shit, this nigga 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 shit 

Had to flee this shit is blasphemy 

I took a couple of steps and the nigga blasted me 

This nigga Moose got loose from the caboose 

Ain't thinkin' about a truce, try to knock my dick loose 

My deuce-deuce ain't fuckin' with Moose 40 

I try to save the chick but the nigga done lose shorty 

Two to her gut, one to her chest, one to her head 

Now shorty layin' puddles of red, fuck it I'm fed 

I'm tryna figure was it somethin I said 

That got this dumb nigga bustin' out lead, discussion is dead 

I understand this man, he got a cannon in his hand 

The sound alone, this shit 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 

Nigga please, you got no reason to buck up 

Knowin' that you 'bout to get shot the fuck 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 nigga like 6'2, what would you do? 

I'm 'bout to out fox this nigga 

Son at 165, I'ma box this nigga 

But what he don't know, Loon 'bout to ox this nigga 

Hit him dead in his fuckin' neck, when I chop this nigga 

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 nigga heart stop, nigga died right on the spot 

No bullshit, 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 nigga condone the trouble 

Walk out my motherfuckin' home is a struggle 

Fuck them pigs, I don't own no shovel, what the fuck 

Now all that bullshit I done been through with this nigga 

I ain't lay a single solitary motherfuckin' hand on this nigga 

This nigga drops dead, these motherfuckers is all on my ass 

Like I did somethin' to this nigga 

Word to my mother, this shit is some real bullshit man 

This nigga killed my motherfuckin' bitch 

Now I'm runnin' around like motherfuckin' Harrison Ford 

Like I'm some motherfuckin' fugitive or somethin' man 

This is some real bullshit man 

But I'ma ride this shit out man 

'Cause I'ma motherfuckin' bad boy