Shots

One shot, let it hit, hit, hit, hit
Another shot, got me lit, lit, lit, lit
Third shot, I might miss, miss, miss, miss
Fourth shot, let it rip, rip, rip, rip

Back with the pack in my lap like a gat
So mad thinking that I might crash
Bags on my eyes tryna stack up a rack got me thinking bout the time that passed
Catch me with smoke I be rollin
I'm coping through all of my thoughts and commotion
I'm twisted been drinking straight out of the potion
I talk what I live but still nobody notice, it's just
Me and myself, I be dolo as can be. I don't
Go outside I'm in the crib and smoking tree, woah is me
All alone the ghost is poking through the sheets
Got my drive too high see the lights they going green

That's my price and it's final//
Scaling up the game but in a downward spiral//
Y'all want a look they be tryna get viral I'm tryna get my releases on a vinyl
Fuck all my rivals and word to my idols I'm coming through quick with a sword and a rifle

One shot, let it hit, hit, hit, hit
Another shot, got me lit, lit, lit, lit
Third shot, I might miss, miss, miss, miss
Fourth shot, let it rip, rip, rip, rip



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Writer(s): Zachary Rotz
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