Still Shootin

Hmm, you stupid boy
You stupid-ass bitch
Niggas gon' learn about this, nigga
(Stay with Vegas on the way)
Aye, hmm

Like you off some syrup, nigga, we'll lean a bitch (Lean a bitch)
Kill a nigga ass with manners, that's that Leeky shit (Rest up, Leek)
Hop up out that backseat, with that switch deletin' shit
Funds and guns, that's all I love, I ain't never need a bitch
I can never hate up on my team, we all eatin', bitch
'23, I had a run, that was my ball season, bitch
Playin' with me, now a bag on you, I got reasoning
Kill a nigga dead, I took his life, guess I'm a heathen then
Moved my mama from thе smoke, then it was on, and I went back
Wе curded on
Then went back home, and act like we don't know 'bout that
Niggas tryna play it foul, so we gon' smack your ho' 'bout that
You open up them type of doors, your sister or your bro get smacked
Aye, step on somethin'
Boy, pick up that strap, jump in that car and go and catch you one
All that fat mouthin' 62, your mouth gon' catch you one
Oh, you think you like that, huh? You think that you your daddy son
Boy, your daddy a ho', can't name a fuck thing that your daddy done
John, Ralo, Leek, they dissin' y'all, I'ma get every one
I want every soul, so every time, I'm gon' drop every fund
This shit won't stop until it's said and done (said and done)
Make your fuckin' mama cry, I'ma kill all these mama's sons (yeah)
They wan' see me tweak (nigga, fuck?)
But they don't know I really left shit in the street (yeah)
I'm buyin' out these guns, and all the bodies out like beef
Bitch, I'm known to get it poppin'
Won't no nigga play me like I'm fuckin' sweet (bitch)
Hit that street, bitch, they on they block, we jumpin' out on feet
Six shooters, bitch, we pull through they block, two cars deep (yeah)
Nigga said that he did what? Huh, hyperbole
They like, "Goddamn
Them niggas still 'round there shootin' for Leek" (bitch)
You damn right, bitch, this shit ain't over
I used to have a ninding, now I'm a four-nick toter
On back that thing, an SRT
That bitch look like a toaster (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Bread on him, nigga chose to loaf, so we gon' toast him (stupid)
Bitch, it's goin' down this way, B-ball, we cross him over
Bitch, we got that pack, we ball like Magic City, wholesale
Come through causin' wreckage
Mama should've named me Boulder
A baby Drac', a .308 take off a nigga shoulder
You stood right there when your mans got hit, he dyin', hold him
Lawn chair-ass nigga felt that chopper and fuckin' folded
Tellin' Lightt, hold Drac' with two hands 'cause he can't con—
(He can't een, like)
Fuck it, he can't control it (psych, bitch)
Psych, bitch, I'm lyin' (Bitch, I'm lyin')
Play with one of mine, we hop in cars and we go slide
If it's Ku' up on that drill, it's guaranteed a nigga die
Play with that RW, I make your fuckin' family cry
Let a nigga feel that switch, and then he turn to Peter
Huh, stupid-ass boy, a family guy
I poured grease on your bitch
And then I set the ho' on fire (Set that ho on fire)
And I ain't never backin' down
I'll fuckin' turn the city out (turn the city out)

Pussy
Stupid bitch
RW, nigga, Ku