50 Shots

(Oh, Mama! Uncle Sam making beats again)

Ay, bitch, you ain't got no motion
My best friend be that Choppa, it don't got emotions
A hundred rounds up on that Drac', lil' bro can barely tote it
Bullets get to dancing, hit your stomach, that boy belly rolling
Dropped the clip then reloaded, take his life and his homie
50 shots, they thought it was three of us, I was by my lonely
Might just drop a bag up on his head, bitch, I been Rich Homie
I don't gotta lift no finger up, lil' bro gon' Peter roll 'em

If you ain't trying to slide, get the fuck out the car
AR's gonna hit him from far, caught his ass at the trap
He was trying to buy weed, pussy nigga done drop the jar
Caught a nigga in the store, he was trying to buy candy
Pussy nigga done drop the bar
Throw a nigga in the ocean right under the rock
Now we call him Patrick Star

Good gas and it came from the islands
Up in the score got so many bodies
That bitch hit the plug for the profit
She ain't came to fuck, she just came for the mollies
Take a trip for the bags that's mileage
Keep a cannon on me, I be wilding
Came from the jungle, we had to survive it
Took out the captain that made me a pilot

Okay then, what's up?
You ain't even see bro in the cut
You ain't even see the switch on the motherfucking blick
Lil' bro got a whole another gun
Fuck the club, I'll rather spend a block in the daytime
That's when a nigga have fun
Who is him? I'll call up Mike Brim
He'll pull up right now and get the whole job done
First

Ay, ay, Mike, where the fuck you at, bruh?
I'm on the Main Bruh
But I'on gonna cap, boy
It's a whole lot of shit going on in the city, nigga
I need you to pull up now with it
Niggas tripping? On God
Bet, a'ight, that's a bet

Ay, ay
It's 24 hours in a motherfucking day, so a nigga can't waste no time
If we don't catch 'em when we first spin, then we gonna press rewind
They said that they had money on my head, I know the card declined
Like Ghost of Power, when I kill a nigga, I'ma be hard to find

Real street nigga, I ride for my brother
Shit pass Tay 5 the cutter
My bitch too thick, I ain't using no rubber, shit
Even my bitch might buss ya
Switch on the back of the blick, this bitch get ugly
Shit, I hope he lucky
If he want to go toe to toe, when I pull out my Glock
Shit, you better not touch me

Bitch, I'm from the trenches, I came from the trap
Riding around with a stick on my lap
Put a hole in his head, no Apple Jacks
Rest in peace to Diego, my Choppa go blatt
Baow, I put a red dot on his head
Catching bodies, bitch, I might go fed
Like bone crusher, bitch, I'm never scared
Blood in my eyes, I'm seeing red

Keep a K on my side, I wish it was closer
I got bread, so I keep me a toaster
Trap phone ring, Motorola
I know the world is mine, so I'm feeling like Sosa
Caveman bitch, I walked with a stick
That pole on me like I'm trying to catch a fish
Karate Kid, this bitch got kicked
AR like a genie bitch, come make a wish

Ay, bitch, you ain't got no motion
My best friend be that Choppa, it don't got emotions
A hundred rounds up on that Drac', lil' bro can barely tote it
Bullets get to dancing, hit your stomach, that boy belly rolling
Dropped the clip then reloaded, take his life and his homie
50 shots, they thought it was three of us, I was by my lonely
Might just drop a bag up on his head, bitch, I been Rich Homie
I don't gotta lift no finger up, lil' bro gon' Peter roll 'em

Ay, Sam man, you straight man
Niggas only run the city outta this bitch, nigga
And I got that Glock 21 in this bitch with me
Four-five, take off a nigga face
Nigga, pray you gon' lay it