Foe Shot Four

Chasin' the white dragon, puff till you get mad and, come around the blocc you has been. Couple of shots ran in, over some what, standin', diss'd, no cigs for your lips. You childish bitch, run back to your home, none of ours snitch'd, it was the grown. Had I not have known, them couple of shots you own, those bullets countin' days with ya, big homies cuff'd, would of snuff'd you some. News flash travels fast, If he'd of passed, I'm all out, blast. Now, back to you lil foo, can't maintain the shit you puff'd, when fronted, you blame the drugs, I call bluff, you want it, good luck, prison yard tough. Lil ___, you run with the cops, is that why you chose that name, this trigga don't stop. Leave the hood out, it's between you and what stood out, it was unnecessary, No Good, no doubt.