Who Shot You?
Jagger the plug
Dawg please get these lame ass niggas out our sections
And get your basic ass bitch out my textes
Niggas get caught turn to usher get confessions
She said nigga you just want to fuck - bitch you guessed it
Mama told me I need sleep I look restless
Ma I'm tryna move you I can't miss out on the extras
R-o-t-c my niggas suited and they steppin'
Pull up get to beating on shit, David Wesson
Pull up she gon' eat the whole dick up for breakfast
I can still fuck I'd rather shit on my ex's
Seen it all now loyalty the only thing impressive
Spikes on my shoes bitches looking like a cactus
Staring at this bitch lace front while she gaggin'
Broke bitch irritate my soul I'ma pass it
Damn I heard what happened that day dawg that was tragic
How you start a war and get caught out here lackin'
Ain't got shit In my pants but a light dub
Don't tempt me I'll leave it in this nightclub
Either the drugs or yo niggas got you hyped up
But that's gon' be the reason your shit gon' get chopped up
Nah, ion know who shot that nigga it was not us
Pockets ain't have nothing now they look like they got knocked up
She so stupid with the head, call her cyduck
I get blowed then I black out like a light-bulb
I know I been distant tryin' to keep from getting locked up
She tryna give my people sum to be proud of
Roddy Rich gotta ride with one don't wanna die young
Got the four-five like nine bucks
Who the fuck you lil ass niggas tryna size up
Get yo stupid ass fi'ed on the fi'ed up
Whole car strapped like the police behind us
In traffic 40 to his neck like he drive drunk
Aye, nigga drop sum
Opp huntin' give him shots like he got sum yeah
Aye between me and Mell that's a light hundred
Got blue jeans on me like I'm dry-humpin'
R.i.p. Jeff I treat Don like he my brother
Red bottoms on like I stepped on a hot funyun
Better watch that bitch that you love 'cause she eye-fuckin'
Woke up like damn could've sworn I had socks on
Bitch what the fuck you a whole demon
High as hell got my soul leavin'
Free my dawgs locked up all four seasons
Gotta keep your head up like your nose bleeding
Bought her some new - titties now she can show cleavage
Ain't gon' call her pulled the bitch for no reason
Amp gave me 5k for 20 bold pieces
Street sweeper like I'm road cleanin'
Hey, can trust these niggas and these hoes neither
She a whole creamer but ion need her
Went across my mind when I was getting my dick sucked
Reminiscing back when you was eating this dick up
You know when you get me off that Henny I mix up
You know when I get all In that pussy I mix up
What's the point of tellin' me you never gon' switch up
Knowing when that shit get tough you gon' give up
Now I'm cross the world still throwing the six up
Water on my throat but I ain't got the hiccups
Please stop calling my phone and harassing
Ion know who shot him can you please stop askin' (hello)
I ain't feel like punching up today I'm straight cashing
Use to be broke thank God, I'm livin' fancy
Niggas hating tryna kill the kid like a plan B
Still got the reaper on my side Billy Mandy
20k on me in the sto' stealing candy
Dawg please get these lame ass niggas out our sections
And get your basic ass bitch out my textes
Niggas get caught turn to usher get confessions
She said nigga you just want to fuck - bitch you guessed it
Mama told me I need sleep I look restless
Ma I'm tryna move you I can't miss out on the extras
R-o-t-c my niggas suited and they steppin'
Pull up get to beating on shit, David Wesson
Pull up she gon' eat the whole dick up for breakfast
I can still fuck I'd rather shit on my ex's
Seen it all now loyalty the only thing impressive
Spikes on my shoes bitches looking like a cactus
Staring at this bitch lace front while she gaggin'
Broke bitch irritate my soul I'ma pass it
Damn I heard what happened that day dawg that was tragic
How you start a war and get caught out here lackin'
Ain't got shit In my pants but a light dub
Don't tempt me I'll leave it in this nightclub
Either the drugs or yo niggas got you hyped up
But that's gon' be the reason your shit gon' get chopped up
Nah, ion know who shot that nigga it was not us
Pockets ain't have nothing now they look like they got knocked up
She so stupid with the head, call her cyduck
I get blowed then I black out like a light-bulb
I know I been distant tryin' to keep from getting locked up
She tryna give my people sum to be proud of
Roddy Rich gotta ride with one don't wanna die young
Got the four-five like nine bucks
Who the fuck you lil ass niggas tryna size up
Get yo stupid ass fi'ed on the fi'ed up
Whole car strapped like the police behind us
In traffic 40 to his neck like he drive drunk
Aye, nigga drop sum
Opp huntin' give him shots like he got sum yeah
Aye between me and Mell that's a light hundred
Got blue jeans on me like I'm dry-humpin'
R.i.p. Jeff I treat Don like he my brother
Red bottoms on like I stepped on a hot funyun
Better watch that bitch that you love 'cause she eye-fuckin'
Woke up like damn could've sworn I had socks on
Bitch what the fuck you a whole demon
High as hell got my soul leavin'
Free my dawgs locked up all four seasons
Gotta keep your head up like your nose bleeding
Bought her some new - titties now she can show cleavage
Ain't gon' call her pulled the bitch for no reason
Amp gave me 5k for 20 bold pieces
Street sweeper like I'm road cleanin'
Hey, can trust these niggas and these hoes neither
She a whole creamer but ion need her
Went across my mind when I was getting my dick sucked
Reminiscing back when you was eating this dick up
You know when you get me off that Henny I mix up
You know when I get all In that pussy I mix up
What's the point of tellin' me you never gon' switch up
Knowing when that shit get tough you gon' give up
Now I'm cross the world still throwing the six up
Water on my throat but I ain't got the hiccups
Please stop calling my phone and harassing
Ion know who shot him can you please stop askin' (hello)
I ain't feel like punching up today I'm straight cashing
Use to be broke thank God, I'm livin' fancy
Niggas hating tryna kill the kid like a plan B
Still got the reaper on my side Billy Mandy
20k on me in the sto' stealing candy
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Writer(s): Thomas Livingston
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