Bouty Johnson - Fortitude Lyrics

Sitting down, think about all the hate I hear a knock on the door man they 10 minutes late
They aint my friends, they ain't looking for a damn dinner plate
They wanna get served, so I gotta head in the safe
They already hit me on the text, so I know that much
It's a big fat bag, I gotta get stacked up
But then I had a flashback, yeah we had bad blood
They got Lou stabbed up and that's the same black truck
I'm like, what the f*ck am I thinking
I had enough of that drink and I'm not dumb
I'll have a gun when I'll meet him, I gotta chill though
Cause when I pull out, time will tick slow
For real though, I kill hoes
I gotta go and snap back in the plan
I hear my girl come back, she see the gat in my hand
I say, don't react, go back and lock the door
You may hear a few shots, but they brought the door
And don't call the cops, cause the cops is pork
I think that dude brought more, but I'm not so sure
I gotta go and count the bodies before I drop them
I can go John Gotti or Johnny Rotten
I can hear them whispering now
And the way it sounds, think about six of them clowns
I got a big clip though, like infinite rounds
I'm gonna make them lost souls, put they dick in the ground
They kicking in the door, screaming like, let them in bitch
No problem, they get hit in the entrance
Five shots, nine shots, left the big dent
Eyes pop, my glock left they wig split
Eyes pop, my glock, let they wigs split
Why not have your body rot in a big ditch
Innocent hits get hit when the blick split
You sloppy, not me, when it's business
Your body drop, then they flop like a big fish
That's why you see four on the ground
I had a lot two run off to tell the story around
But they weren't aware that I had my bitch in the back
Now she's all scared that they gonna snitch or rat
And I got a bad bitch, so she gets the strap
And saw where the blood drip, and it gives a path
It only took two minutes, and they didn't last
They hop right in the whip and get in a rash
And it's more than pretty bad, they got split in half
That's the type of shit you risk just to get a bag
Shit though, I think on my own situation
Took it too far, now life's what I'm facing
Now I'm wild and pacing, crying in the basement
Did I justify my engagement? Of course I can
It was more than planned, they kicked in the door
And forced my hand
So that's it, the end of the story, bitch
I walked in the court, came out victorious
I'm done
We gotta get money, dawg
It's Bouty Johnson
With your boy Polito
With your boy Polito
Yeah
Let me tell you something
Don't judge a book by it's cover