Lyrics Noah’s arc by Yavid

I see the boi at the quick stop
Now? yup go
Dont run up just shoot through the door with the big Glock
Why why why
This chain is an invitation to death
Bye bye bye
Soon as you reach like “Run it” hrrrrt
Then he die die die
Thinkin of the coughin syrup
Now I just coffin sirs up who now
Your lyin there lookin like food now
The lion is outta the zoo now
Im robbin the spot where the blues now
I mean who now
Mafia baby im too down
Ma had a crew now
Pop wasn’t too round
Grippin and flipping im coppin
Pimpin you simpin we mobbin
Police they round when im choppin (who now)
Flint town
Pull up you sipping you shopping
You pu**y you gossip you talkin
Your b*t*h on the rebound Im Rodman
Im like who now
88 in the streets thats 2 cut kis
Stevie wonder wanna see me now
Member it was funny when we all got caught police when they all ran down
I was too deep
I had em lined down the block round the street
I ain't want a car boi I wanted a fleet
I wanted every last one of us to eat
Like who now
Bodies they all on the news now
Click click pop w the tool now
b*t*hes they come by the twos now
Noah and I brought the arc and the zoo now
pu**y with the face tattoo now
Tell me where your gun wounds now
Everybody wonder what you do now
Everybody wanna holler holler what you do now
Everybody used to rock blue now
Now now now now its all boo now
Ain't run sh*t spent a stack on your shoes now
Im like who who now
Who wanna die now
I thought you said you wanna ride now
Lie down uh yup
Hand that rocks the cradle long kiss good nite now
Pigs hit the spot we played in the mud asked who run it
And Im hangin out the top like whomp whomp whomp like who done it
Ooooo may he rest in peace
I p*ss on his grave here his eulogy
I dropped out I dont ride the bus now
I bust his head for his buss down
I dont give a f**k now
Im on the highway w it
I did it my way didn’t it
Im the sinatra who shot ya big Glock or the chopper im surgical doctor I gotcha im ignorant