Korra

(One time, One time)
(Fuck these niggas talking' bout)
(This shit easy, been saying it, yeah)
(Look, uh)

Ay so show me who a real shooter
My bronem showed me how to pop shit
We at the range fuck a target we shooting's boxes
It don't matter moving or sitting bruh we gon' drop shit
Let keep this shit 100
Yeah we done made it out the hood
We in the suburbs living good and now getting money (Bitch!)
But that don't mean that it's not in me
Bitch I be coming from Atlanta hope you niggas understand that we don't give a fuck
I pray like father forgive me

Cause when I'm raising up this hand
And then I let the choppa blam
Feel like the spirit in me
I say y'all niggas really lucky if i'm grippin on this trigger and I aim it at yo head
I'll give a nigga 50
Can't play a nigga like a dummy
Doing this shit since a jit and once I get my lil fix I'm swinging like a monkey
So try your best not getting hit
And then for anyone concerned I swear to god these hollows burn like we the fire nation
I'm bending bitches like I'm Korra
That bitch freaky off the aura swear to god that I ain't even do no penetration
Who got this bitch tweakin'
And if I see a open lane just know I'm speeding to the racks man fuck a hesitation
I do this every weekend
And how the fuck you wanna plate
But you ain't help me I was going thru them situations
Act like you didn't see me
They way they watch a nigga close
Feel like I'm tweakin' and they watching on investigation
These niggas wanna be me

And how you asking for your bitch back
And I ain't showing you no mercy
I was you down you did me dirty
I ain't trippin' cause I'm out here making big racks
And I ain't mean to take your bitch
Man I was rapping on the stage
Your shawty wylin started feeling on my six pack
No problem pulling up on niggas
Me and brodie got the tooly if we pull up on you know we bout to get that
And we don't play bout that protection, aim a 9 atyour direction,
You ain't talking when that bullet push your shit back

I been this way since I was 19
This lil hoe she tryna eat me like some ice cream
Fuckin' off the cups I fell asleep and had pipe dream
Shawty said that's disrespectful she don't like me
Never in my life you seen me fucking wit a broke bitch
And if I did then she still with me and we both rich
I was getting busy and upgraded from that broke shit, let get this bitch jumpin'

Ay so show me who a real shooter
My bronem showed me how to pop shit
We at the range fuck a target we shooting boxes
It don't matter moving or sitting bruh we gon drop shit
Let keep this shit 100
Yeah we made done made it out the hood
We in the suburbs living good and now getting money
But that don't mean that it's not in me
Bitch we be coming from Atlanta hope you niggas understand that we don't give a fuck

I pray like father forgive me

I pray like father forgive

(Yeah, Uh, Yeah)

I pray like father forgive me

I pray like father forgive

(Uh, Big 19 Bitch)