Aimin' At You

Yuh, yuh
Better duck 'cause we aiming at you
Ain't no point in hiding
Just me and Frank sliding, 'cause we gon' slide by in a coupe

Yuh, yuh
Better duck 'cause I'm aiming at you
Ain't no point in hiding
Just me and Frank sliding, 'cause we gon' slide by in a coupe
Aye, aye, yuh
Take off the top, we gon' take off the roof
Bullets don't stop, they gon' make you go poof
I see the plot so you best tell the truth
So we don't gotta problem? Cool
'Cause if we do then you know we gon' air it out
You talking tough, should have nun' to be scared about
I take it all, yeah, I think that's a fair amount
Aye, watching South Park, I'm on Paramount
What I told the cops so they'd leave me alone
Hoe, I don't know you
Hoe, leave me alone
If you wanna pick something, then pick a bone

Aye
Yeah
Pop out the cut and we aim at yo' homie
She wanna get it up, pack of baloney
I get the shotie, the bag, it be on me
Stacking up money, I keep me a trophy
That boy a bitch, yeah, I know he want no beef
Stay in the cut, man, I feel like Shinobi
Aim at them niggas, it's finna get smoky
Eight in the clip and it hold like, 100
Drop dick in yo' hoe, now it's all in her stomach
Put shots in his ass, hella loud like a trumpet
Walk in this bitch and bitches was jumpin'
Call up my shooters, we aiming at you
Been 'bout that bag since a nigga was two
556's hit yo' ass, going through
Hella honey in the pot like a Pooh
With the gang, gotta stay with the group
Choppa sang and it knock off yo' tooth
Fuck that bitch and then I bag up some blue's
Hang with my niggas, I stay with that noose
She want the BBC, not talking news
She wanna be with me, taking a cruise
High as the fuck, I be gone with the troops
Audemar Patek, buss' off of the room
Yeah, yeah
My niggas, they aiming at you (You)
No way, I ain't taking no troop
Gotta choppa on the bed and we shoot
Nigga talking on the gang but he bitch
Pull up on him wit' a nine, not a switch
Catch a thottie like I play for the Knicks
Fucked yo' hoe and leave her ass in a ditch
Hella swaggy when I buss' out my stick
Gotta nine, holding eight in the clip
Kinda fine so I stood on that bih
Making dime 'til I get a whole dollar

Back in this bih
Gotta bag on my wrist
Too much cash, it won't fit
If I'm mad, hit a lick
If I diss it'll stick
So a fight, do not pick
Hoe, I'm stacking like Ritz
When they snap, imma blitz
Yuh
Back in this hoe
Yeah, you know how it go
Reppin' 7-0-4
You ain't seen this before
I gave yo' girl a glow
I'm the one they all know
If you diss on VR, get a tag for yo' toe
Imma give you a show
All my jewelry snow
In all black like a crow
Hoe, I'm with it like Po
They wanna be me but there are no mo'
This music too easy, it's what I bestow
I do not know you, don't call me yo' bro
You used to be with me but now you a foe
Cashier get mad when I walk in the store
Came up alone so nobody I owe