Shootout

Damn all this jewelry in this bitch... let me take this off

Look
Started as a fight, but it's a shoot out
I be with the gang
Fucking bitches til they mainstream
Huey keep that thang and if you act up let it rain
Type of nigga snatch a nigga out his chain

Made this beat I know it bang ho
Bitch I'm stacking cheese I'm talking queso
Talking swizz, Parmesan, mozzarella and provolone

For these bitches wanting beef Nigga keep a farmer hoe
You will never catch me slipping cuz I keep my armor on

You niggas is ignorant
Probably born a bitch and it's sad
How you thinking that you big shit when you broke with no plan
Probably pissing momma off because you broke and it's sad
Because she went through all that pain, just to create a fag

Now you get stood up, robbed, bamboozled and used
By a nigga who came from nothing and had nothing to lose and nothing to prove
Just fucking off on drugs and abuse
Losing myself in all this cash, now I'm money confused

And she say huey you say fine I don't mind the missing tooth
She be climbing on my dick she just tryna enjoy the view
Then I hit my 2 step, 1 step - step 2
I don't dance hit them folk shoutout to my nephew

She like Huey you so fine, twisted grill but I don't mind...

She say Huey you so fine, twisted grill but I don't mind
She need some dick up in her life she tryna fuck me and my wife
AYE

She tryna fuck me and my wife
AYE

SHE SAID SHE TRYNA FUCK ME AND MY WIFE



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Cooper
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