SHOT

I'm with the gang, I was the one
Who fired the shot heard 'round the 8
I couldn't change, I'm getting bags for this shit
So usually I wouldn't trade
It's entertaining
I spent some years of my life in the basement
Some of y'all call me a goat in the making
Some of y'all telling me my shit is wasted
Renegade made it you know this shit banging
Drink out the bottle there's never a chaser
Smoking gelato I roll up and face it
I'm using drugs, pop one and pull up
Come back tomorrow collecting the cases
I make it hot like I turned on the stove
That bitch a thot I ain't fucking no hoe
I got the box, it's filled to the top
Ready or not, we coming with poles

You getting exposed
Capping too much tryna step on my toes
I got too much just to let this shit go
Can't feel my face,???
I fell in love with the money
You want that smoke you gone get what you wanted
All my drugs mine never fronted
Night sights don't you even try running
Bite-sized, bitch you really ain't nothing
Fun-sized, you ain't packin' no heat
Take your bitch out, I take her to eat
Right when we done, I'm beating her cheeks
Walk in and they know that it's Niiks
One, two, 3K for a feature
My bitch know I ain't a cheater
One shot, you gone take it or leave it

I'm with the gang, I was the one
Who fired the shot heard 'round the 8
I couldn't change, I'm getting bags for this shit
So usually I wouldn't trade
It's entertaining
I spent some years of my life in the basement
Some of y'all call me a goat in the making
Some of y'all telling me my shit is wasted
Renegade made it you know this shit banging
Drink out the bottle there's never a chaser
Smoking gelato I roll up and face it
I'm using drugs, pop one and pull up
Come back tomorrow collecting the cases
I make it hot like I turned on the stove
That bitch a thot I ain't fucking no hoe
I got the box, it's filled to the top
Ready or not, we coming with poles



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel John Murphy
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