Shotz

Squad squad
Double s o sh*t man
Willtharapper man
Couple shotz in the Glock
We might just spend on your Glock
Hold up do I see an op rolled down the window and sent out some shotz
I hear the cops n*gga let’s go leave his ass on the rocks
Wipe off the Glocks leave them stashed in the box
Drive the blocks
Couple shotz in the Glock
We might just spend on your Glock
Hold up do I see an op rolled down the window and sent out some shotz
I hear the cops n*gga let’s go leave his ass on the rocks
Wipe off the Glocks leave them stashed in the box
Drive don’t dash to the blocks
I got them shotz young n*gga with a lot of heart
Young n*gga with a lot of guap
You a killer but you do a lot of talk
My shooter just shoot he ain’t gotta talk
We just pull up at night then we walk it down
Let me catch at night while you walking around
Let him the clip and they all go down
Don’t come up all on all us they try to
Smoking no dope I
Speeding in traffic like I’m trying to car
N*ggas shoot in the air f*ck you trying to start
N*ggas told no thirties but they shoot with their eyes closed
B*tch ass n*ggas out to shoot with a blindfold
Six ain’t a limit cause that’s what my nine hold
Shoot at his trunk turn his whip to a prime coat damn
Pull up the dogs when we get out wait for his ass like the
N*ggas talk stupid his clip hit his head and bring that special lead out
Knocking his head out n*ggas be beefing when I bring the bread out
N*ggas be hating when I show my paper
N*ggas be jealous like I owe them favors
N*ggas want beef I pull up like I cater
All of those the only chips we get them waiters
Not worried about nobody on paper
You ran away you get moved like I work for you hard
The sh*t we be drilling could go through a wall
You say you gone shoot but you don’t you just stall
Believe you don’t sh*t by the ball
And I get you killed with a split second call
Pull out while you post to get left a poster on the wall
And if you want to smoke some dope I get to smoke like some dope
While I just smoke some dope smoking no pressure this sh*t make you choke
Have you feel like a genie this sh*t make you float
I roll the thumbs and I go to the grammys a n*gga talk stupid we beat up his
family
He talk to the cop he gets popped like a xany
These rap n*ggas sweeter than candy
My nina got sixteen kids with her like she was a nanny
You play on my image you’ll find me
Rappers be lying they think the sh*t dandy
Pulled up in the phantom cause b*tch n*gga daddy
Pulled up in and blow with his rubber and flow more to move on
Show on the got managers calling try to book me I ran out of numbers
I swear it’s go booked for the summer
I play with them bands like I look for drama
This b*tch told me call her I looked for her number
So what she looked bad like them b*tches on
I won’t trust a b*tch never ever put that on my mother
I could put that on my squad
I could put that on my game
Ran up my numbers text him for a show
So you act by three o’s
I could put that on your brain
Riding with loco he told in the
Sit on my door like it’s total
Look at your lip turn this face to her logo
Tell John take some shots
While your ass to a
I flick my ash on the dash
right here was gas
B*tch my passion my past
She gave me head so a n*gga might crash
Couple of shotz in the glass
We might just spend on your block
Hold up do I see a op roll down the window and hit at his top
I hear the cops n*gga let’s go leave his ass on the rocks
Wipe off the Glocks leave them stashed in the box
And drive with some sense don’t dash to the block
Couple of shotz in the glass
We might just spend on your block
Hold up do I see a op roll down the window send out some shots
I hear the cops n*gga let’s go leave his ass on the rocks
Wipe off the Glocks leave them stashed in the box
And drive with some sense don’t dash to the block