Shottas
Got two glock's on me
(Kutoff you be spazzin' on them hoes)
(Damn 1Navo, this goes hard)
On my momma, you scared
That shit really aired
I never cared
Blicky Shots
Just gonna go take out my millie's
No meek mill, no philly cheese steak
So much fucking money they can't even use a rake (On god)
Shake that ass, sha- shake that ass (Shake it, shake it)
Go and bounce that little ass, for some fucking cash (Bounce it, bounce it)
Shake that ass, sha- shake that ass (Shake it)
Go bounce that little ass for some fucking cash (Bling)
Shake that ass, sha- shake that ass (Shake that shit)
Go bounce that little ass for some fucking cash
Going after my boys? Fuck you doin'
Be sure not to leak the addy, cause ill send my crew in
Seems like the beef continues to keep on brewing
It's not no coffee but the pots looking really hot
Necks looking like a hockey rink, go and stop at the hockey shop
Cop some new skates, for the fucking wait
Seems like y'all using me for some fucking bait
Put me on the fucking hook, have my ass sink (Drop)
Y'all praying on my fucking downfall, little do you know ima rebound
Chase that bitch down, till it's out of the rim
You hear that blicky sound, he see's dim (Brrt)
Boy you talking really grim, you really think you him
Just gonna go take out my millie's
No meek mill, no philly cheese steak (Nah, nah)
So much fucking money they can't even use a rake (On my momma)
Shake that ass, sha- shake that ass (Shake that shit)
Go and bounce that little ass, for some fucking cash (Bounce it)
Shake that ass, sha- shake that ass (Shake that shit)
Go bounce that little ass for some fucking cash (Little monster)
Shake that ass, sha- shake that ass (Shake that shit)
Go bounce that little ass for some fucking cash
Y'all be talking so crazy, be carful before i mash you, turn you to some gravy
Yeah, we looking through the whole state, turn you to a new york strip steak
You know we spinning in some taxi's, maybe a uber
That glock got a waxing, when i'm the shooter
Limitless spot up, spot em' got em'
You know we socked him, when we saw him
Make him solemn, for his column, he got some sorrow, i'm sorry if he's gone tomorrow
I bet you thought i was done
I'm never done, till you point a fucking gun at me, and lay me in the street, where you're meant to be
Blixky, Blixky, Blixky, no 22gz i keep the blixky on me
Shoot 'em, root em'
Put em' in the dirt
Then you'll root for him, when he's on a shirt
All yall do is talk, you'll never walk the walk
You'll never drill em, you'll never fuckin' kill em'
(Kutoff you be spazzin' on them hoes)
(Damn 1Navo, this goes hard)
On my momma, you scared
That shit really aired
I never cared
Blicky Shots
Just gonna go take out my millie's
No meek mill, no philly cheese steak
So much fucking money they can't even use a rake (On god)
Shake that ass, sha- shake that ass (Shake it, shake it)
Go and bounce that little ass, for some fucking cash (Bounce it, bounce it)
Shake that ass, sha- shake that ass (Shake it)
Go bounce that little ass for some fucking cash (Bling)
Shake that ass, sha- shake that ass (Shake that shit)
Go bounce that little ass for some fucking cash
Going after my boys? Fuck you doin'
Be sure not to leak the addy, cause ill send my crew in
Seems like the beef continues to keep on brewing
It's not no coffee but the pots looking really hot
Necks looking like a hockey rink, go and stop at the hockey shop
Cop some new skates, for the fucking wait
Seems like y'all using me for some fucking bait
Put me on the fucking hook, have my ass sink (Drop)
Y'all praying on my fucking downfall, little do you know ima rebound
Chase that bitch down, till it's out of the rim
You hear that blicky sound, he see's dim (Brrt)
Boy you talking really grim, you really think you him
Just gonna go take out my millie's
No meek mill, no philly cheese steak (Nah, nah)
So much fucking money they can't even use a rake (On my momma)
Shake that ass, sha- shake that ass (Shake that shit)
Go and bounce that little ass, for some fucking cash (Bounce it)
Shake that ass, sha- shake that ass (Shake that shit)
Go bounce that little ass for some fucking cash (Little monster)
Shake that ass, sha- shake that ass (Shake that shit)
Go bounce that little ass for some fucking cash
Y'all be talking so crazy, be carful before i mash you, turn you to some gravy
Yeah, we looking through the whole state, turn you to a new york strip steak
You know we spinning in some taxi's, maybe a uber
That glock got a waxing, when i'm the shooter
Limitless spot up, spot em' got em'
You know we socked him, when we saw him
Make him solemn, for his column, he got some sorrow, i'm sorry if he's gone tomorrow
I bet you thought i was done
I'm never done, till you point a fucking gun at me, and lay me in the street, where you're meant to be
Blixky, Blixky, Blixky, no 22gz i keep the blixky on me
Shoot 'em, root em'
Put em' in the dirt
Then you'll root for him, when he's on a shirt
All yall do is talk, you'll never walk the walk
You'll never drill em, you'll never fuckin' kill em'
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Writer(s): Zach Lund
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