Shots

Yea, yea
Mhm, Mhm, Mhm
They want they old flow back fool
(Huncho you did it again)

My opps call me ceiling fan by the way that I spin
Killed off the opps just to make sure we win
And I know that haters hella mad when I hop out the all-black big body Benz
Ohh I rolled dice for this
Ohh I risked my life for this
Ohh you can put me to the test boy, I swear to god I would die for this (Yea, yea)

I wish you could peel off the pain like an orange
Brand new seat in an all-black foreign
And I feel Ky Porter cause I got a Purpose
Tryna duck shots behind his shell like tortoise
Big .44 I'm cutting shit like Corey
Face shots trynna clear his pours
I guess he had acne (Ah)
face shots trynna clear his pours

In there! Hahaha
He got a big head, he got a big head
I bet we deflate it with buck shots
Tunka going broke my nigga of course of not (Yea)
It ain't bout the Guala ain't doing no arguing
Clearing out the scene with some brand new carbons
Talking crazy boy, I beg your pardon
Leave a Whole Lotta Red ain't nun-like Carti
I blew up they was late man these lil' niggas tardy
I'm the with X's like DJ Scheme
I don't run with nobody but my team
It gets hectic when I hang with the wolves
Big Draco, I'm tryna take off his skull
Jay got a case but he beat it in full
I'm hearing they snitched we gon find out who
(I'm hearing they snitched we gon found out who, yea yea)

I wish you could peel off the pain like an orange
Brand new seat in an all-black foreign
And I feel Ky Porter cause I got a Purpose
Tryna duck shots behind his shell like tortoise
Big .44 I'm cutting shit like Corey
face shots trynna clear his pours
I guess he had acne (ah)
face shots trynna clear his pours



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Writer(s): Traquayvon Vines
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