April 2nd

So let me walk you through that night

Slid up on my nigga, Fola higher than a kite

Finna hit the G to get some woods to get fried

Ridin' in the whip, out of sight, out of mind

Came across the light then I see bright lights get behind

Thinkin' to myself like JayR is it go time

So I slowed down while it process through my mind

Then they got on side so I threw it in rewind

Peeped the striker whip so then I threw it up in drive

Screaming to my nigga hurry up and grab the nine

Then I realize it was somewhere he could not find