Uh, that's my lil' shit, you play with her
We catch you, we gon' walk you down
It's like 50 shots on me, I don't got no aim
Shoot at the crowd, it's some pain behind your smile
I can see it and they don't
Brand new car, I push the pedal
Speed it off and ride home
I put that heat into your dome
I don't think you gon' make it home
Yeah, 50 shots, this bitch shoot long
I keep cheating, but I told that bitch I love her know I'm wrong
I don't do that shit on purpose
I swear I be in my zone, oh
You step to me, boy, watch your tone
Or get hit with Glocks
Bro bounce out with chops, 7.62s
Knock your car out the lot
I keep my drugs on my waist
La mani, keep his in his socks
We don't f*ck with opps, you be with them
That just ain't how we rock
Yeah, we don't f*ck with opps, you be with them
You might get hit in your top
Switch on back this bitch, I press this button
I can't make it stop
Yeah, I pop you in your top
I press this button, I can't make it stop
Ayy, my brodie point you out, now we taking your watch
Broski super thirsty, I'm focused on jewelry
He taking your socks
It changed a lot when I started thinking outside the box
She said, look at the bigger picture
And the bitch got cropped
And the bitch got cropped
Woah woah,
And the bitch got cropped
We aiming at your top
Bitch, we take your watch
We might take your socks