Shot In 3K (Bite Down)

(Goofy)
(Yeah)
(Lollipop...)
(Bitch, LaDaDa Da)

(Yea)
(Uh-huh)
(Uh-huh)
(Yea)
(Wesscraccin DraKo)
(Yea)

I don't got no type but if it's ripe then I might bite down
I be in the trap we busting Glocks yea I Luv gun sounds
I be dripping in designer fit a millie without bust downs
I ain't busting out that 3rd without that K, you know too much now

I go
Bow, Bow, Bow
I pop out the cut we spin a Lil dizzy
Midnight striking I'm with TY
You know I'm with GLIZZY

(Yeah, Yeah)

TY got a 30 round, Drake hold a 50
The opp won't bust the Glock, Lil sissy
Lil bro want get back, brother went missing
I had to show out the nigga was dissing

The Glock don't jam the nigga just tripping
He tweak off the perc and the nigga just sipping
I ain't never lacking I stay wid a limp
I stay on the block, Might knock out a pimp

I fucked onnat bit
You know that I did
The bit depressed she smoking on cigs
She a bald head bitch without that wig
She a Lil lit bitch who want my kids

I might swerve to the right, Might swerve to the left
Hold the drake out the window and bust at his chest
I ain't from Chiraq, but we bussing like Iraq
And the hollow got a tip but the bitch won't spit back
Soft ass nigga, break a nigga like a kit-kat
We bust at his toes, I ain't talking about Tic-Tac
He fold for a hoe, then that Glock gon react
Twin want a bitch, the old bitch won't get back

I don't got no type but if it's ripe then I might bite down
I be in the trap we busting Glocks yea I Luv gun sounds
I be dripping in designer fit a millie without bust downs
I ain't busting out that 3rd without that K, you know too much now

I go
Bow, Bow, Bow
I pop out the cut we spin a Lil dizzy
Midnight striking I'm with TY
You know I'm with GLIZZY

(Yeah, Yeah)

TY got a 30 round, Drake hold a 50
The opp won't bust the Glock, Lil sissy
Lil bro want get back, brother went missing
I had to show out the nigga was dissing

I had to show out the nigga was dissing
I had to show out the nigga was dissing