Send The Shots

You talk so much shit but we know you a bitch
Good aim on the gun, don't need aim assist
I'm shooting my opps, check them on the list
If you try to diss, you taken off the grid

I keep two guns but just know I got plenty
Heard niggas was scheming, don't try going against me
I got money and bitches, but that ain't called winning
Niggas know I'm a savage, ain't copping no Fenty

Blasting off like a rocket
And these niggas can't stop it
Got money in my wallet
And a Glock in my pocket
If a nigga wanna play, shoot him in his noggin
Bitch got me caught in her web, ain't talking bout Charlotte's

Ain't talking the store when I shoot at my target
I'll never fold cause a young nigga solid
They all tried to jump me but got outsmarted
Shot him in his house, now there's blood on the carpet

It's Send The Shots Five, fuck niggas going to die
Don't think bout lying, you should know not to try it
He said he got guns, but he ain't reliable
Gun fires three times, call it a triangle

Got a bag of guns, and a full bag of ammo
If my killers don't ride, I'll do this shit solo
We creep on a nigga, we up in the shadows
If fuck nigga play, I'm raising the tempo

Glock, pow
Shoot, now
Shots, loud
Fire, inbound
Double, rounds
You a, clown
Get walked, down
Talk shit get hit in your mouth

I ain't scared of nobody, cause I ain't got a reason to be
They said those people were fixing to jump me, but they don't know about me
Cause I'll have them all running when they see a nigga with this heat
If any nigga jump at me, I swear to God he's going to get beat

Copped a new whip
Ain't no time for no bitch
Fuck these haters, they shit
Enough of the jokes and shit
Most my friends getting rich
But I ain't mad, I'm just chilling
Move to another state I'm not a good fit
You say you can rap but you not good at it

I ain't scared of no bitch, I ain't scared of no nigga
If he got a problem then what's the deal with him
Bullets blow through his skull, they be changing positions
I ain't bout having beef, I'll take him out the picture

Niggas say they bout action but don't know what kind
He said I'm a bitch, bet I'll change his mind
I do rapping for fun, but it's still my grind
Can't reverse these bullets, they ain't got rewind

First thing in the morning, I'm feeling like melly
I was ready to shoot when they said they ain't ready
All my niggas pop shit, ain't talking confetti
I'll kill for my girl, you know not test me
Girls knew they liked me before they ever met me
I ain't worried bout no hoes, I don't care if they left me
If any bitch nigga hit me, he getting buried
That nigga took a "L" like his name was Larry

Guns I be toting
All my homies solid, they never folding
My skills are the best, nigga, where's my trophy
I'm a whole different person, you niggas don't know me

Rocking with no beef
But a nigga get rocked if he mess with me
All these people fake, they all leave like a leaf
You talk shit in your house, but ain't going to do nothing in the street



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Writer(s): Dave Crews
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