[Refrain] Bet twenty more, I hit the first roll (Roll) Freaky bitch on go, she gone after a roll (Roll) Run up in your house like I'm commando (Do) Clip hanging out the Glock, extendo (DJ Dee Boogie, nigga, bow)
[Interlude] .30 on 'em, pull up in that Rover Fuckin' that bitch for hours and I told her, "Go," ayy I pull up with .30s and Rovers, pull up with .30s and Rovers I'm shootin' like dominos, yeah Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
[Chorus] Shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?), shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?) Shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?), shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?) Shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?), shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?) Shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?), shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?)
[Verse 1] Strapped like it's Belly, you singing, R. Kelly You play, it get deadly, it's Grape Gang, no jelly I'm counting up fetti, you talking already I pull up with choppers that come with machetes I'm fucking on Betty, her head got me steady I call her Little Caesars, that bitch hot and ready My gun a Little Caesars, that bitch hot and ready I dumped my lil' bitch, now that bitch hot and jealous Hold up, let me catch my breath Shoot a nigga 'til he dead, say he killed himself Fill 'em up with holes like a criminal Paralyzed waist down, now he can't feel himself Roll with my gang man, I swear it ain't nothing else Freaky bitch, I make her touch herself I'm balling in town, look like fuck a ref Leave his ass stanking, I blow him like bad breath Woah, 007, hit him with the weapon, gotta go When the police come, dip underground Spend a hundred somethin' when I move around Lil' bitty boy, you still eat off the ground You see them Haitians, they up on the 'Gram Shh, don't make a sound
[Chorus] Shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?), shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?) Shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?), shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?) Shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?), shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?) Shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?), shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?)
[Refrain] Bet twenty more, I hit the first roll (Roll) Freaky bitch on go, she gone after a roll (Roll) Run up in your house like I'm commando (Do) Clip hanging out the Glock, extendo (Bow)
[Verse 2] Homicides, bitch, we known for that Screenshotting shit, I text her, "You too grown for that" Yeah, that trap shit, I got two phones for that I'm a dog, I think that I got a bone to fetch Stop what you're doing Thirty-three in my clip, that's Patrick Ewing Open up wide, girl, I'm looking for the chewing Shawty gave me head, now I know what she pursuing It's the nina with the cooling Mask on, AR, bitch, that's on my side PRG, 700, we don't let shit slide (Crip) We don't let shit slide (Crip), nigga play with me, I ride (Crip) Bitch, I'm Crippin' with the guys, we get up with three high fives
[Chorus] Shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?), shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?) Shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?), shoot, shoot (What they hittin' for?) Shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?), shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?) Shoot, shoot (Where he at, bro?), shoot, shoot (Where he at?)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.