How to shoot Lyrics

Back up on that bull shyt like a fly

Momma told me do my best

But shid that's all I did was try

Tried my best to not to look so hi

But u know me and A.M

Always come with that low eyes

To the ground

Prayers to the sky

Will I go to hell if I die

For the hearts that I broke

But damn what bout mine

Thoughts like I know

Knowing damn well I tried

Consoling a bitch

Who ain't got the time

Cursing me out

In a broad state of mind

For these drugs in my coat

New found faith in my nine

Always kept it real

So i ain't gotta rhyme

Put the thing

In the thing

Cock the thing

Shoot the thing

I said on Gawd

He said if anything

That's what this white boy

Taught me

I watched a vid he made

So ima teach my bitch

That's on everything

Put the thing

In the thing

Cock the thing

Shoot the thing

I said on Gawd

He said if anything

That's what this white boy

Taught me

I watched a vid he made

So ima teach my bitch

And that's on everything

You ain't gotta tell me what to do

You just gotta tell me how to shoot

You ain't gotta tell me what to do

You just gotta tell me how to

You ain't gotta tell me what to do

You just gotta tell me how to

Put the thing

In the thing

Cock the thing

Shoot the thing

I said on Gawd

He said if anything

That's what this white boy

Taught me

I watched a vid he made

So ima teach my bitch

That's on everything

Put the thing

In the thing

Cock the thing

Shoot the thing

I said on Gawd

He said if anything

That's what this white boy

Taught me

I watched a vid he made

So ima teach my bitch

That's on everything

You ain't gotta tell me what to do

You just gotta tell me how to shoot

You ain't gotta tell me what to do

You just gotta tell me how to shoot

Nobody gotta tell me what to do

You just gotta tell me how to

Back up on that bull shyt like a fly

Momma told me do my best

But shid that's all I did was try

Tried my best to not to look so hi

But u know me and A.M

Always come with that low eyes

To the ground

Prayers to the sky

Will I go to hell if I die

For the hearts that I broke

But damn what bout mine

Thoughts like I know

Knowing damn well I tried

Consoling a bitch

Who ain't got the time

Cursing me out

In a broad state of mind

For these drugs in my coat

New found faith in my nine

Always kept it real

So i ain't gotta rhyme