Send The Shots 4
Aim at a nigga, no Cap when I shoot
When he fall down, we pick up his loot
Reset his life, he back to his roots
Don't fuck with that nigga, he ain't in our group
Ayo that gun keep jammin'
Got another one, so I just said damn it
When I show up, everybody gon panic
They ask how I do it, replied with no answer
I be rapping so fluent, they know what I'm doing
Y'all niggas be losers, that's what you Influence
I been getting racks, rubber bands and the blue ones
This shit is surprising, my life is a movie
They say I'm still trash but they know I improved
Niggas don't want no beef, I'm not in the mood
Mac-47, blow a hole thru the roof
So many guns, they put them on the news
Glock 19, I aim with the beam
9MM bullets, loaded magazine
When this shit heated, bullets blow thru the steam
Tell a nigga spin back like I'm Comethazine
This Glock is not for sell
When I pull, and I shoot it, you going to hell
They said that I killed him but he fell off the rail
Had too many shooters, the opps overwhelmed
Aim at a nigga, no cap when I shoot
When he fall down, we pick up his loot
Reset his life, he back to his roots
Don't fuck with that nigga, he ain't in our group
Ayo that gun keep jammin'
Got another one, so I just said damn it
When I show up, everybody gon panic
They ask how I do it, replied with no answer
Aim at a nigga, no cap when I shoot
When he fall down, we pick up his loot
Reset his life, he back to his roots
Don't fuck with that nigga, he ain't in our group
Ayo that gun keep jammin'
Got another one, so I just said damn it
When I show up, everybody gon panic
They ask how I do it, replied with no answer
Rolling this bitch and a opp pack
If my gang ain't on top then we stop that
Off the percys and the xannys I top that
Fendi, Prada, you know that I Cop that
Keep a choppa on me, yeah I lock that
Why these niggas on me like a top hat
Wearing Gucci and Louis, I rock that
Shut the fuck up talking to me like that
I don't understand why these niggas keep ducking the fade
Like nigga, you not that important
So come out the cut, and you catching this fade
Like lil nigga, you say you not pussy
You say that you bout it, but you looking bitch-made
Might fuck around start pulling knives out
I swear to god that I am not from the Uk, Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Bow
Gang
Gang
Gang
Bow
Gang
Gang
Gang
Bow
Gang
Gang
Gang
Bow
When he fall down, we pick up his loot
Reset his life, he back to his roots
Don't fuck with that nigga, he ain't in our group
Ayo that gun keep jammin'
Got another one, so I just said damn it
When I show up, everybody gon panic
They ask how I do it, replied with no answer
I be rapping so fluent, they know what I'm doing
Y'all niggas be losers, that's what you Influence
I been getting racks, rubber bands and the blue ones
This shit is surprising, my life is a movie
They say I'm still trash but they know I improved
Niggas don't want no beef, I'm not in the mood
Mac-47, blow a hole thru the roof
So many guns, they put them on the news
Glock 19, I aim with the beam
9MM bullets, loaded magazine
When this shit heated, bullets blow thru the steam
Tell a nigga spin back like I'm Comethazine
This Glock is not for sell
When I pull, and I shoot it, you going to hell
They said that I killed him but he fell off the rail
Had too many shooters, the opps overwhelmed
Aim at a nigga, no cap when I shoot
When he fall down, we pick up his loot
Reset his life, he back to his roots
Don't fuck with that nigga, he ain't in our group
Ayo that gun keep jammin'
Got another one, so I just said damn it
When I show up, everybody gon panic
They ask how I do it, replied with no answer
Aim at a nigga, no cap when I shoot
When he fall down, we pick up his loot
Reset his life, he back to his roots
Don't fuck with that nigga, he ain't in our group
Ayo that gun keep jammin'
Got another one, so I just said damn it
When I show up, everybody gon panic
They ask how I do it, replied with no answer
Rolling this bitch and a opp pack
If my gang ain't on top then we stop that
Off the percys and the xannys I top that
Fendi, Prada, you know that I Cop that
Keep a choppa on me, yeah I lock that
Why these niggas on me like a top hat
Wearing Gucci and Louis, I rock that
Shut the fuck up talking to me like that
I don't understand why these niggas keep ducking the fade
Like nigga, you not that important
So come out the cut, and you catching this fade
Like lil nigga, you say you not pussy
You say that you bout it, but you looking bitch-made
Might fuck around start pulling knives out
I swear to god that I am not from the Uk, Gang
Gang
Gang
Gang
Bow
Gang
Gang
Gang
Bow
Gang
Gang
Gang
Bow
Gang
Gang
Gang
Bow
Credits
Writer(s): Dave Crews
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