Shoot

I'm a villain from the ville
Like a animal out the zoo
I want a armored Benz truck
All black that's a coupe
Keep my gun banging
You might think I'm affiliated
Pull the strap out the holster
Don't get your light faded
Any body fucking get it
Never been initiated
Bitch niggas they outta pocket
So I flock the pocket rocket
Got my jeweler held hostage
Left my bitch for bigger profit
Trick on side bitches conceited
Some J's designer needed
Niggas thought they caught me Lacking
Know the haters is heated
Fat ass walk pass them heads turn
He start blasting
Has been die capping
Broke ass expensive casket
Pit bull underdog
Fight till the death
Still scrapping

They screaming spook
I turn around and shoot
Fuck you wanna do
I'm from the H
There's no running down
I squeeze on police too
If he's a plate just give me the bag
He's my fucking food
Don't give a fuck about your gang
Tray pound make you move

On the road to success
The internet promoting death
Put shooters on chain pendants
Some call it vengeance
Make your fucking heart clench
I keep heat for a cold chick
P Diddy four fifth
Take this take this
I'm self-made bitch
Fuck fame rather be rich
No hesitation fire stainless
Leave a nigga brainless
They don't know where they Headed
Do more than get your life Threatened
Fire shots in public
Behind the scenes they love it
Can't drill forever
In prison if you do it better
Judge is giving out letters
Cause mice chasing the cheddar
On blocks squeezing Beretta's
Late-Night they fuss and fight
Over who flow better

They screaming spook
I turn around and shoot
Fuck you wanna do
I'm from the H
There's no running down
I squeeze on police too
If he's a plate just give me the bag
He's my fucking food
Don't give a fuck about your Gang
Tray pound make you move



Credits
Writer(s): Shaun Simmons
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