SHOOTA
Hop in the cab I ain't taking no Uber
Glock in the bag I can't shake with no loser
Wait, hol' on
Might take the ruger
Wait, hol' on
Might hit yo shooter
Wait, hol' on
Roll up a shooter
Wait, hol' on
Pour up for shooter
Bitch in my bed tryna give me her juice
Them Dreads move on her head
Like them snakes on Medusa
Wait hol' on
But I can not use her
Hop in the wraith like a race imma lose it
Copy and paste in my face imma tutor
I slide on they base like I play for the brewers
Came here to stay
My whole gang in the way
They Don't want us in places they say we intruders
Get out my way got me feelin' like Luda
Gold on my chain got me feelin' like Buddha
Wait, hol' on
Feeling like Buddha
Stripes on my Gucci I feel like I'm Kruger
Check out at loui this bitch said she knew me
I killed it at SUNY I don't think I knew her
In love with the jewelry I ice out the toolie
If I'm feeling moody might Ice out the jeweler
Lit from a brick got more drip than the sewer
Sip from the lid got more liq's than a brewer
Fuckin' for credit I need me a couger
Mo' brain inna college I need me a schooler
Lil bitch like Neal Armstrong I'm taking off
Treesh on my body tryna leech off my body
You ain't pay for my Versace don't take it off
Don't touch my coat
Unless you gon give me the bag or let a nigga come play in yo' throat
Need em like Taraji tryna hustle and flow
No hoe finna fuck up my show no joke
Lil bitch imma goat
Glock in the bag I can't shake with no loser
Wait, hol' on
Might take the ruger
Wait, hol' on
Might hit yo shooter
Wait, hol' on
Roll up a shooter
Wait, hol' on
Pour up for shooter
Bitch in my bed tryna give me her juice
Them Dreads move on her head
Like them snakes on Medusa
Wait hol' on
But I can not use her
Hop in the wraith like a race imma lose it
Copy and paste in my face imma tutor
I slide on they base like I play for the brewers
Came here to stay
My whole gang in the way
They Don't want us in places they say we intruders
Get out my way got me feelin' like Luda
Gold on my chain got me feelin' like Buddha
Wait, hol' on
Feeling like Buddha
Stripes on my Gucci I feel like I'm Kruger
Check out at loui this bitch said she knew me
I killed it at SUNY I don't think I knew her
In love with the jewelry I ice out the toolie
If I'm feeling moody might Ice out the jeweler
Lit from a brick got more drip than the sewer
Sip from the lid got more liq's than a brewer
Fuckin' for credit I need me a couger
Mo' brain inna college I need me a schooler
Lil bitch like Neal Armstrong I'm taking off
Treesh on my body tryna leech off my body
You ain't pay for my Versace don't take it off
Don't touch my coat
Unless you gon give me the bag or let a nigga come play in yo' throat
Need em like Taraji tryna hustle and flow
No hoe finna fuck up my show no joke
Lil bitch imma goat
Credits
Writer(s): Gemini Jah
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