SHOTS Lyrics

Waddup pussy niggas, I'm back

Let's clear the air about one little thing all you niggas is trash

Booty cheeks, derriere, whatever you call it, you niggas is ass

Audi S4, 3-3-3 HP lil bitch, hitting the gas

Triggas for niggas, killing you niggas, hunting for heads and no one gets a pass

I know I'm the best in the city just might be the best in the State of Virginia

Who am I kidding? Know I'm the best in the State of Virginia

I gotta feeling that niggas be thinking just 'cause I been missing the talent diminished

But that shit aint giving

'Cause all I been giving is chances for niggas to hop on the scene and do something with it

I been out her doing charity work but you niggas is terrible I've heard enough

Shoulda been charging I felt like I ran a non-profit, you niggas wasn't making no funds

That shit tragic

You boys don't want static

You aint seeing me with bars, hoe

Fuck yo social status

I go hard as shit

Bitches like my flow so they be on my dick

I'm hard as shit

Like the strap I use to fuck ya bitch, I'm never going limp

Show you how to pimp a butterfly

'Cause hoes love butterflies so much they get em tatted down they spine

Say they on a healing journey then get slutted by the guys

Don't let that shit be on they thigh

Bitches whores, no need to lie

Check this out

This free game

Listen clear

You gon prosper

If she claiming you got hoes

She tryna get on the roster

And that's facts forreal

Pockets fat like I been flipping packs, forreal

I'm shittin' on the beat like I been sipping liquid laxative

None of my guys bang but in the streets my crew get active still

I come from where niggas could get plaques for how they act forreal

Fake as hell, talking in general tryna make a mil

Navy Brat but at one point had General Mills for every meal

Knew my folks wasn't rich forreal

But young niggas had Christmas still

Bust they ass so I could pop my shit

But it's a different feel when you been spoiled since birth

But you still work for all the shit you got

If not the shit aint worth it

My first job was working 5 to 5

AM to the PM I was staying for the extra hours

'Cause I'm bout my bread and I want it served on a platinum platter