SHOOT BACK!
Too much bread on my mind think I'm runnin' out of time when the opps shoot I shoot back
He a lil pussy feline got him actin like a mime with the choppa gotta empty out the mag
Now I'm countin up my bread fuck what you said
Choppa go crazy gon shoot till you dead
Now I'm gettin to the bag yea you a lil bitch
Pockets hella broke while I'm getting hella rich
Like goddamn bitch
You a lil snitch
Actin like you tough but I'll leave you in a ditch
Got the fendi on the belt
Got the prada on the kicks
Yea that shawty hella bad light skin big tits
Now I'm countin up these racks yea I'm countin up these stacks
Bitch I'm smokin' on his pack while watch his body bleed
Only eighteen but I'm carrying a beam
Pussy actin tough but this choppa make him leave
Like damn
Shawty hella bad
She a light skin with a whole lotta ass
And I'm smokin on that gas Imma puff puff pass
Shawty scream my name when I hit it from the back
Like damn bitch tell me what's the word
Sippin on that drank got me talkin' with a slur
Pop another pill till I'm floatin out the earth
Bitch I ain't no tik tok but I'm the biggest bird
Too much bread on my mind think I'm runnin' out of time when the opps shoot I shoot back
He a lil pussy feline got him actin like a mime with the choppa gotta empty out the mag
Now I'm countin up my bread fuck what you said
Choppa go crazy gon shoot till you dead
Now I'm gettin to the bag yea you a lil bitch
Pockets hella broke while I'm getting hella rich
Like goddamn bitch
You a lil snitch
Actin like you tough but I'll leave you in a ditch
Got the fendi on the belt
Got the prada on the kicks
Yea that shawty hella bad light skin big tits
Now I'm countin up these racks yea I'm countin up these stacks
Bitch I'm smokin' on his pack while watch his body bleed
Only eighteen but I'm carrying a beam
Pussy actin tough but this choppa make him leave
Too much bread on my mind think I'm runnin' out of time when the opps shoot I shoot back
He a lil pussy feline got him actin like a mime with the choppa gotta empty out the mag
Now I'm countin up my bread fuck what you said
Choppa go crazy gon shoot till you dead
Now I'm gettin to the bag yea you a lil bitch
Pockets hella broke while I'm getting hella rich
He a lil pussy feline got him actin like a mime with the choppa gotta empty out the mag
Now I'm countin up my bread fuck what you said
Choppa go crazy gon shoot till you dead
Now I'm gettin to the bag yea you a lil bitch
Pockets hella broke while I'm getting hella rich
Like goddamn bitch
You a lil snitch
Actin like you tough but I'll leave you in a ditch
Got the fendi on the belt
Got the prada on the kicks
Yea that shawty hella bad light skin big tits
Now I'm countin up these racks yea I'm countin up these stacks
Bitch I'm smokin' on his pack while watch his body bleed
Only eighteen but I'm carrying a beam
Pussy actin tough but this choppa make him leave
Like damn
Shawty hella bad
She a light skin with a whole lotta ass
And I'm smokin on that gas Imma puff puff pass
Shawty scream my name when I hit it from the back
Like damn bitch tell me what's the word
Sippin on that drank got me talkin' with a slur
Pop another pill till I'm floatin out the earth
Bitch I ain't no tik tok but I'm the biggest bird
Too much bread on my mind think I'm runnin' out of time when the opps shoot I shoot back
He a lil pussy feline got him actin like a mime with the choppa gotta empty out the mag
Now I'm countin up my bread fuck what you said
Choppa go crazy gon shoot till you dead
Now I'm gettin to the bag yea you a lil bitch
Pockets hella broke while I'm getting hella rich
Like goddamn bitch
You a lil snitch
Actin like you tough but I'll leave you in a ditch
Got the fendi on the belt
Got the prada on the kicks
Yea that shawty hella bad light skin big tits
Now I'm countin up these racks yea I'm countin up these stacks
Bitch I'm smokin' on his pack while watch his body bleed
Only eighteen but I'm carrying a beam
Pussy actin tough but this choppa make him leave
Too much bread on my mind think I'm runnin' out of time when the opps shoot I shoot back
He a lil pussy feline got him actin like a mime with the choppa gotta empty out the mag
Now I'm countin up my bread fuck what you said
Choppa go crazy gon shoot till you dead
Now I'm gettin to the bag yea you a lil bitch
Pockets hella broke while I'm getting hella rich
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Writer(s): Evan Payan
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