9 Shots
Smokin'
That's the Cato on the mic
Ima smoke you out
148th shoot you in yo' face
Tryin' make me harder
Im not gettin' smarter
My men gettin' taller
Choppa in his trunk
Yo' gang walkin' drunk
Ima smoke som' weed
Then I smoke MB
I was ridin wit' the Killa'
3 bodies he's a killer
17 glock ruller clip
You know this gonna hit
Like MB you get shot
Don't chill on my block
Im not rappin' like a flock
You just like a cock
Askin' yo' girl "Wanna fuck?"
I dunno what she sayin', she speak gawk
Ima creep from the back
Ima blast you wit' my glock
20 bands
Why you wearin' chain?
You get robbed
Then I make you popped
I don't want no love
I just wanna brain
When you see us you gon' scream "Damn"
Headin' to my court
3 shots that's 9
3 shots it's my .9
All you hear it's shots
You will know how my choppa sound
Wanna beef, you will hear som' mad shots
I don't fuck wit' thots
You from FYB, all thugs
Never lackin'
Walkin' wit' my 38.
Rubbin' of the paint
Like it's Nahmir game
Fuck it, you know how this go
This bitch always gonna blow
Like Gasio bomb yo' house
When I shot, DO applause
From FYB set wit' CYP
When I meet her it go beep
Only thing you gon' hear, it's my gun click
And now all you hear is shots
You will know how my choppa sound
Wanna beef, you will hear som' mad shots
I don't fuck wit' thots
You from FYB, all thugs
Never lackin'
Walkin' wit' my 38.
Rubbin' of the paint
Like it's Nahmir game
That's the Cato on the mic
Ima smoke you out
148th shoot you in yo' face
Tryin' make me harder
Im not gettin' smarter
My men gettin' taller
Choppa in his trunk
Yo' gang walkin' drunk
Ima smoke som' weed
Then I smoke MB
I was ridin wit' the Killa'
3 bodies he's a killer
17 glock ruller clip
You know this gonna hit
Like MB you get shot
Don't chill on my block
Im not rappin' like a flock
You just like a cock
Askin' yo' girl "Wanna fuck?"
I dunno what she sayin', she speak gawk
Ima creep from the back
Ima blast you wit' my glock
20 bands
Why you wearin' chain?
You get robbed
Then I make you popped
I don't want no love
I just wanna brain
When you see us you gon' scream "Damn"
Headin' to my court
3 shots that's 9
3 shots it's my .9
All you hear it's shots
You will know how my choppa sound
Wanna beef, you will hear som' mad shots
I don't fuck wit' thots
You from FYB, all thugs
Never lackin'
Walkin' wit' my 38.
Rubbin' of the paint
Like it's Nahmir game
Fuck it, you know how this go
This bitch always gonna blow
Like Gasio bomb yo' house
When I shot, DO applause
From FYB set wit' CYP
When I meet her it go beep
Only thing you gon' hear, it's my gun click
And now all you hear is shots
You will know how my choppa sound
Wanna beef, you will hear som' mad shots
I don't fuck wit' thots
You from FYB, all thugs
Never lackin'
Walkin' wit' my 38.
Rubbin' of the paint
Like it's Nahmir game
Credits
Writer(s): Mikołaj Gałańczuk
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