Last Shot

I already knew I was gon' have to come with something hard
Mfkin beat too hard
I'ma have to talk my shit on this one
On some real shit

Lost hope, big dope
Hold on, who calling my bih phone? (Who?)
Last shot, patrón
N***a I'm trippin' let me go home (Let me go home)
Let me, get out
Hold on, put me on, what the talk 'bout? (What the talk bout?)
Who? Oh?
That shit? Last week when I found out (That shit last week when I found out)
Lost hope, big dope
Hold on, who calling my bih phone? (Who?)
Last shot, patron
N***a I'm trippin' let me go home (Let me go home)
Let me, get out
Hold on, put me on, what the talk 'bout? (What the talk bout?)
Who? Oh?
That shit? Last week when I found out (That shit last week when I found out)

I just be rocking and rocking and rolling
Time to get active let's put it in motion
Fuck on my bae, she wetter than a ocean
I'm in yo hood, by myself, and I'm posted
Caption a pic wit' a diss then I post it
All on his snap and he mad and he posting
19 Gen 4 I'm toting, look at my pocket prolly see it's poking aye
Not tryna lead to the violence
I fucked his bitch, played her heart like a violin
And If I could then I swear I would try again
He say he bumping tell him come and try it then
I just wanna put 'em in a casket
But the boy a pussy he not 'bout that action
And he need a trophy for the way he capping
Prolly win a grammy for the way he acting

I gotta drop 'em don't care bout emotions
He got me dissing the dead doing mo shit
N***a a pussy and yea we both know this
Nut on her lip and I don't think he noticed
Honestly prolly why hoe didn't kiss you
And I'm sorry yo momma gonna miss you
Keep on talking then we gon' have an issue
I'ma have to spin again dismiss you, on gang

N***as prolly think I'm tweaking
Saying sophomore fuck wit' freshman it's easy
I'ma have to wipe his nose if he sneezing
Then I'ma bless his bitch wit' a good evening
I know that it's disrespectful
I told that bitch that I didn't even wanna text her
She came and ate me up like I was breakfast
The way that he acting he could be on Netflix on god

Lost hope, big dope
Hold on, who calling my bih phone? (Who?)
Last shot, patron
N***a I'm trippin' let me go home (Let me go home)
Let me, get out
Hold on, put me on, what the talk 'bout? (What the talk bout?)
Who? Oh?
That shit? Last week when I found out (That shit last week when I found out)
Lost hope, big dope
Hold on, who calling my bih phone? (Who?)
Last shot, patron
N***a I'm trippin' let me go home (Let me go home)
Let me, get out
Hold on, put me on, what the talk 'bout? (What the talk bout?)
Who? Oh?
That shit? Last week when I found out (That shit last week when I found out)



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Writer(s): Jaylen Coley
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