SHOTGUN
Any time, anywhere, I'm a-goin
If you want some shit, just grab me, baby
One with the shotgun
Yeah, I can wrap you up
To the bed, to the floor
You always be where I'm at
Bradley, I miss you
Forgive me, lord, for the sins I did
Spent so much time on all the streets
Keep my mind off all this deceit
The ability to stay on straight
I can't leave, till the job is complete
With your attitude changing
Got me ridin' with some heat, yeah
Got me ridin' now with some heat
I ride with the gang, I ride front seat
Your bad attitude made me grip the heat
Back then, never had no food to eat
We drove front seat, still grippin' the heat
Two guys in the back, one with a shotgun
You don't wanna creep
Get you dancing on your toes
Or get left six feet
Get left six feet
This life gets morbid, like werewolves
Friends start turnin', friends start turnin
Full moon, baby, friends still turnin
Friends still turning
Had to keep my four pockets full, like baby
This life crazy, we had no choice
I couldn't speak up, now my wip got voice
No explanations, they couldn't keep up
This ain't no Rolls Royce
But I make sure the pack transported
This game is about trust
But that homie just reported
If you wanna be down with me
Make sure your pocket got the 30 million
Cause can't have you watchin' me
I ride with the gang, I ride front seat
Your bad attitude made me grip the heat
Back then, never had no food to eat
We drove front seat, still grippin' the heat
Two guys in the back, one with a shotgun
You don't wanna creep
Get you dancing on your toes
Or get left six feet
I get money then Spend it
Who told you that we lend it
I got no need to pretend
All my haters always meet their ends
Tell your girl to tell her friend
In this life, better mix and blend
Don't really wanna beef
Got too much work to release
North, south, west, and east
That's why I keep my four pockets creased
I keep my four pockets creased
I ride with the gang, I ride front seat
Your bad attitude made me grip the heat
Back then, never had no food to eat
We drove front seat, still grippin' the heat
Two guys in the back, one with a shotgun
You don't wanna creep
Get you dancing on your toes
Or get left six feet
If you want some shit, just grab me, baby
One with the shotgun
Yeah, I can wrap you up
To the bed, to the floor
You always be where I'm at
Bradley, I miss you
Forgive me, lord, for the sins I did
Spent so much time on all the streets
Keep my mind off all this deceit
The ability to stay on straight
I can't leave, till the job is complete
With your attitude changing
Got me ridin' with some heat, yeah
Got me ridin' now with some heat
I ride with the gang, I ride front seat
Your bad attitude made me grip the heat
Back then, never had no food to eat
We drove front seat, still grippin' the heat
Two guys in the back, one with a shotgun
You don't wanna creep
Get you dancing on your toes
Or get left six feet
Get left six feet
This life gets morbid, like werewolves
Friends start turnin', friends start turnin
Full moon, baby, friends still turnin
Friends still turning
Had to keep my four pockets full, like baby
This life crazy, we had no choice
I couldn't speak up, now my wip got voice
No explanations, they couldn't keep up
This ain't no Rolls Royce
But I make sure the pack transported
This game is about trust
But that homie just reported
If you wanna be down with me
Make sure your pocket got the 30 million
Cause can't have you watchin' me
I ride with the gang, I ride front seat
Your bad attitude made me grip the heat
Back then, never had no food to eat
We drove front seat, still grippin' the heat
Two guys in the back, one with a shotgun
You don't wanna creep
Get you dancing on your toes
Or get left six feet
I get money then Spend it
Who told you that we lend it
I got no need to pretend
All my haters always meet their ends
Tell your girl to tell her friend
In this life, better mix and blend
Don't really wanna beef
Got too much work to release
North, south, west, and east
That's why I keep my four pockets creased
I keep my four pockets creased
I ride with the gang, I ride front seat
Your bad attitude made me grip the heat
Back then, never had no food to eat
We drove front seat, still grippin' the heat
Two guys in the back, one with a shotgun
You don't wanna creep
Get you dancing on your toes
Or get left six feet
Credits
Writer(s): Olawunmi Okebukola
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