Shotti Boo (Bonus Track)
Not alone I got the shotti riiight
Been so long finna have that appetiiite
High as a mountain touchin' satelliiites
This bad bitch better be my body type, nobody likes- to roll dice
Hoe might jerk, but her mouth piece fly
Yet somehow still runnin' out of rounds
Cold ice- drum sound click then we outty now
Whole night, just gunnin'
Gunnin' for their looooovers
And it's only gettin' worse
Why? cuz shes cursed
Don't you miss "hard times"
When our mother's hugs fixed bout everythang
Water mixed with prolly limes
Lemons give a twist, shits all the same
Sugar sweet n low
Add another bump, fist pump- snotty nose
Never really looked down before
Guess I'm gonna jump- geranimo
So sorry, not sorry revvin' red Ferrari's, niggas oughta wake-up
Hot again, glocks caint be trusted
Snow party goin' thotty, over lattes in the morning- me and karma may fuck
Shorty ain't wearin' nothinnnn'
Roll dice
Hoe might jerk, but her mouth piece fly
Yet somehow still runnin' out of rounds
Cold ice- drum sound click then we outty now
Whole night, just gunnin'
Gunnin' for their looooovers
And it's only gettin' worse
Why? cuz shes cursed
Been so long finna have that appetiiite
High as a mountain touchin' satelliiites
This bad bitch better be my body type, nobody likes- to roll dice
Hoe might jerk, but her mouth piece fly
Yet somehow still runnin' out of rounds
Cold ice- drum sound click then we outty now
Whole night, just gunnin'
Gunnin' for their looooovers
And it's only gettin' worse
Why? cuz shes cursed
Don't you miss "hard times"
When our mother's hugs fixed bout everythang
Water mixed with prolly limes
Lemons give a twist, shits all the same
Sugar sweet n low
Add another bump, fist pump- snotty nose
Never really looked down before
Guess I'm gonna jump- geranimo
So sorry, not sorry revvin' red Ferrari's, niggas oughta wake-up
Hot again, glocks caint be trusted
Snow party goin' thotty, over lattes in the morning- me and karma may fuck
Shorty ain't wearin' nothinnnn'
Roll dice
Hoe might jerk, but her mouth piece fly
Yet somehow still runnin' out of rounds
Cold ice- drum sound click then we outty now
Whole night, just gunnin'
Gunnin' for their looooovers
And it's only gettin' worse
Why? cuz shes cursed
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Bosch
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