50z Shot Kupid ft. RekkOsama Lyrics

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Ayy, they don't wanna see me hop up out dat car

And grab my mask

Ayy, niggas get behind this car

I swear to God that we go fast

Ayy, need to get my Opps a medal or something

I swear that too damn fast

Caught, what's ah name up at dat sto

(Shhhhh)

I can't even talk about that

Ayy, tryna hit the fuckin' bricks

But the fuckin' Tire flat

Ayy, makin' statements in that cell

I swear to God your ass a rat

Ayy, havin' since with young niggas

That's probably why I'm fuckin' fat

Ayy, why these niggas tryna stop my motion

I'm tryna get a scat

Ayy, 50 boys, bitch, this our year

I swear to God, bitch, that's a fact

I'm on the phone with Bang

He's smiling', throwin' up fifty with jail plats

Ayy, bitch, I'm on my grind for real

I swear to God I get these racks

Niggas say they having, I swear to God

These niggas ain't flippin' no packs

Ayy, real street niggas spend a ten

Bitch, I make it right back

And I get shit done myself

You must ain't heard I get niggas whacked

Free them guys up out that cell, I stg

I miss them niggas

Ayy, niggas dissin' on the game

But they ain't never squeeze no triggers

I be Lil Rekk' I'm front of bricks

I keep like thirty in my clip

Big fifty boys, this shit for real

That's on the gang, I never switch

And free lil bang up out the cell

Before we break him out that bitch

And fuck da school, bitch, we was skipping

We was gettin' high and shit

Ayy, bitch, I'm really from the bricks

Ayy, bitch, I keep like 50 sticks

And Bitch, we really tote them blicks

We hop out hittem in they shit

Them niggas duckin' from that switch

Ayy, why you runnin' like a little bitch

He Told that business he a snitch

Ayy, hop out hittem in they shit

Ayy, bitch, I slide with Big four fifth

Posted outside a nigga crib

We in the field, this shit for real

Big fifty boys, we know the kill

Like, bitch, you know the fuckin' drill

We poppin' shit just like a pill

Ayy, bitch, you know I keep my steel

Rekkless Osama, I'm too ill

Ever since the early age

My shoes was dirty, I was in that field

Boy you know who 50 frl

Put my face up on that bill

I swear to God, this shit for real

I swear to God, this shit for real

Ayy, ayy, ayy

I swear to God, this shit for real

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Gang, gang, gang, ayy

Big fifty, nigga, ayy, ayy

Big fifty, nigga, ayy

Gang, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy