Imagination
Grah, Grah, Grah (Ahh)
You on hots? Then I'm making a call
Better run you'll get sent to the lord
I cannot miss when they pass me the ball
With them type of relations you better not fall
Kartii on hots ima send them like four
Ima click, Ima shoot through his jaw
You got a gun? Let's get ready to ball
If he don't come outside then im kicking the door
Last nigga talking got hit with a face shot
When I shoot I can't miss like a PlayShot
Beam on the blick cause I got me a aimbot
I be shooting that fire, flame shot
Since he a slime ima give him a snake shot
Opp Thot, Suck my Dick
You did what? You ain't never did shit
I'm Tact, move back, ima empty this shit
Fuck OY, Fuck OGz (Every O Shot)
Them niggas ain't bigger than me
Catch them on feet, now they beggin to me
Got my gun on my lap when I step in the V
Pull in the trap, I'm reversin' the V
I be itching to catch 'em on feet
And he say he don't know who I am
It's Kartii lil bitch, ima dump out the V
Like "oh shit" I gotta zoom
I got a gun it go grah grah boom like
Oh that's a opp? Nigga he doomed
Calling up Von "Mr.EmptyTheRoom"
Like nah, fuck it, let's throw a party
Got the bitches they off of the Karti
She love me, ion love her
Like bitch I ain't lookin like Barney
(Notti all up in my runtz you know I gotta face it)
(He went out bad this shit is sad)
(Got turned right to a patient)
You ain't on hots you ain't ready to die
Better run when you look in my eyes
Bitch I don't care if he live with his mother
I'm killin that boy so they Tellin him bye
Let off the guns like it's Fourth of July
And I shoot like I'm legally blind
I catch a shh he get one to the dome,nigga one to the back
And get one to his spine
Like on my hip I be totin on randy
When I spin it be coming in handy
Shorty she swallow the nut like she Sandy
Call up Von be gon dump out the Fanny
Catch me a body, Like pass me the Grammy
Wanna Switch? I ain't talking bout tranny
Niggas keep ducking, there's always a Plan B
Fuck it, we spin and go look for his family
You on hots? Then I'm making a call
Better run you'll get sent to the lord
I cannot miss when they pass me the ball
With them type of relations you better not fall
Kartii on hots ima send them like four
Ima click, Ima shoot through his jaw
You got a gun? Let's get ready to ball
If he don't come outside then im kicking the door
You on hots? Then I'm making a call
Better run you'll get sent to the lord
I cannot miss when they pass me the ball
With them type of relations you better not fall
Kartii on hots ima send them like four
Ima click, Ima shoot through his jaw
You got a gun? Let's get ready to ball
If he don't come outside then im kicking the door
Last nigga talking got hit with a face shot
When I shoot I can't miss like a PlayShot
Beam on the blick cause I got me a aimbot
I be shooting that fire, flame shot
Since he a slime ima give him a snake shot
Opp Thot, Suck my Dick
You did what? You ain't never did shit
I'm Tact, move back, ima empty this shit
Fuck OY, Fuck OGz (Every O Shot)
Them niggas ain't bigger than me
Catch them on feet, now they beggin to me
Got my gun on my lap when I step in the V
Pull in the trap, I'm reversin' the V
I be itching to catch 'em on feet
And he say he don't know who I am
It's Kartii lil bitch, ima dump out the V
Like "oh shit" I gotta zoom
I got a gun it go grah grah boom like
Oh that's a opp? Nigga he doomed
Calling up Von "Mr.EmptyTheRoom"
Like nah, fuck it, let's throw a party
Got the bitches they off of the Karti
She love me, ion love her
Like bitch I ain't lookin like Barney
(Notti all up in my runtz you know I gotta face it)
(He went out bad this shit is sad)
(Got turned right to a patient)
You ain't on hots you ain't ready to die
Better run when you look in my eyes
Bitch I don't care if he live with his mother
I'm killin that boy so they Tellin him bye
Let off the guns like it's Fourth of July
And I shoot like I'm legally blind
I catch a shh he get one to the dome,nigga one to the back
And get one to his spine
Like on my hip I be totin on randy
When I spin it be coming in handy
Shorty she swallow the nut like she Sandy
Call up Von be gon dump out the Fanny
Catch me a body, Like pass me the Grammy
Wanna Switch? I ain't talking bout tranny
Niggas keep ducking, there's always a Plan B
Fuck it, we spin and go look for his family
You on hots? Then I'm making a call
Better run you'll get sent to the lord
I cannot miss when they pass me the ball
With them type of relations you better not fall
Kartii on hots ima send them like four
Ima click, Ima shoot through his jaw
You got a gun? Let's get ready to ball
If he don't come outside then im kicking the door
Credits
Writer(s): Mo Kartii
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