Take Shots
I'm in the sky you on flight mode dawg
And your track it ain't better then my outro dawg
She with me and not with you that ain't problem dawg
She like me dawg so why the fuck you fighting dawg
I'm just tryna get this mill, all these bitches need to take the pill
They be trippin hating have no chill
So I left her dawg, big dawg in the park so I had to bark (Woof)
Niggas trip when they leaning
300 karats aqafeinning I keep my head on the focus and take the shot with a beacon.
Niggas thought I was dreaming, it ain't dream it's vision
Hate they faking non stop and I'll cross that brige when I see them
I won't cap I've got weed in this bitch, bitch I'm flexing
Lowkey I'm the shit. She still texting. Why you tripping
Tipping sitting on my dick like bitch get off off my dick, like why
I got the scope with 39's and couple shots
Look at clock they don't know when ic gonna drop
Ready to pop shooting all the hits with with glocks, I'm shooting all my hits with a glock
God damn, thinking you the man
Wrapping 031 like a cookie in my pants
Now I got these two boys fit in my bag
Malcolm, Eddie in and out it talking about their girl
Now I got a couple niggaz busy thinking they're gangs
Skrr skrr pha I will shoot my army out my pants
Wasted babies, millions just pay in advance
Can't deal with wack niggaz, I can deal with my bands
And your track it ain't better then my outro dawg
She with me and not with you that ain't problem dawg
She like me dawg so why the fuck you fighting dawg
I'm just tryna get this mill, all these bitches need to take the pill
They be trippin hating have no chill
So I left her dawg, big dawg in the park so I had to bark (Woof)
Niggas trip when they leaning
300 karats aqafeinning I keep my head on the focus and take the shot with a beacon.
Niggas thought I was dreaming, it ain't dream it's vision
Hate they faking non stop and I'll cross that brige when I see them
I won't cap I've got weed in this bitch, bitch I'm flexing
Lowkey I'm the shit. She still texting. Why you tripping
Tipping sitting on my dick like bitch get off off my dick, like why
I got the scope with 39's and couple shots
Look at clock they don't know when ic gonna drop
Ready to pop shooting all the hits with with glocks, I'm shooting all my hits with a glock
God damn, thinking you the man
Wrapping 031 like a cookie in my pants
Now I got these two boys fit in my bag
Malcolm, Eddie in and out it talking about their girl
Now I got a couple niggaz busy thinking they're gangs
Skrr skrr pha I will shoot my army out my pants
Wasted babies, millions just pay in advance
Can't deal with wack niggaz, I can deal with my bands
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Writer(s): Iflex
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