gotta shoot

Playing like I'm Carti
Dancing like I'm OG
Playing like I'm Carti
Dancing like I'm OG

Shooting like Ginobili
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah
Walk a mile in my shoe, when I see an opp, gotta shoot
When I see a cop, gotta shoot
Brand new car, got a coup
Your main bitch, be a tool
Your main bitch, she a prude
I'm in Cancun getting mad poon
I got diamonds on my watch
Yeah I like to pop
Yeah I like to fuck
Yeah I like to pop
Pop it like a bean, you like I like a lean
Yeah, okay

Yo
Hips shaking, silhouettes in the house still chain smoking
Cigarettes, I'm tryna bust a bag, I'm tryna flex
Gotta run it back, who got it next
I'm crucified, I can't let it slide
Dreams of having doors suicide then I come alive
Body drop, blurry vision
We ain't even talking, but I feel the tension
Can't remind me of the shit we wasted
Gotta play it right, but you can't face it
Yeah, what



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Writer(s): Alec Shin
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