Rifle Shots Lyrics

Jiggy inna left ion care about how ah bitch really feel

Pistols hits up in yuh chest knock ah nigga out like Holyfield

Riding back ta back we tryna number up, mean hashtag em, means double the kills

You get rifle shots back to back,They gone eat yuh car up nigga

Ain't no hiding, I'm a crazed nigga, the type ta run up on yuh bitch

Glock 17 ain't no competition fah compaction nigga

Shit will lay you down where you was last standing nigga

Yeah nigga I'm really about that action bitch

I ain't got no time for, no bullshit ass hoe

I'm really just tryna get rich, ice out damn it, i might just have to fish down yo hoe

How these niggas worried about bitches when they broke

Never the type to spend a whole check on pink toes

Mean I'm never the type to give a fuck about no hoes

Never the type to give no fuck, I'm just tryna up the score

Dance baby, can you tell me how you really

feel

I can see it in your eyes baby, that you don't really kill

Damn it yeah I'm really kinda goofy but, I'm on that devil shit

Try me like a goofy in this bitch, and I'll end your shit (ho ass niggas)

Jiggy inna left ion care about how ah bitch really feel

Pistols hits up in yuh chest knock ah nigga out like Holyfield

Riding back ta back we tryna number up, mean hashtag em, means double the kills

You get rifle shots back to back,They gone eat yuh car up nigga

Ain't no hiding, I'm a crazed nigga, the type ta run up on yuh bitch

Glock 17 ain't no competition fah compaction nigga

Shit will lay you down where you was last standing nigga

Shit ah lay you down, put your head up in that pavement nigga

You shoulda watched yo baby instead of hiring that lil babysitter

Folks then popped out at a party and got killed about a bitch

Now who the fuck gone raise your little young nigga

He then got raised by the streets, he gone gang bang

Nigga gone die the same death as you

The type to tell it real, the type to keep it true

The type, the titties smack down, like it's on the tube

Mean I'm really about my cheddar biscuits, burn em imma kill you

Number one I put that shit all up on my madeleines

Keep it true, I'm tryna fuck all on Megan Thee Stallion

Now I'm off the drugs in this bitch, I'm really wildin

Niggas broke as fuck, they ain't even seen a thousand

And I'm always dressed up, ice got my floating like a island

The bitch was always eyeing me, how the fuck she blue ball me now

The type to say some crazy truthful shit, might get blackballed up out the industry

I mean I'm tryna pull up on your bitch and tell her, that's the only ten I see

Riding through your state with them drugs, I'm in Tennessee

I'm to legit, yo broke ass niggas, nah they can't compare

Now I'm really taxing fee, bitch

Jiggy inna left ion care about how ah bitch really feel

Pistols hits up in yuh chest knock ah nigga out like Holyfield

Riding back ta back we tryna number up, mean hashtag em, means double the kills

Evil rifle shots back to back,They gone eat yuh car up nigga

Ain't no hiding, I'm kinda crazed, the type ta run up on yuh bitch

Glock 17 ain't no competition fah compaction nigga

Shit will lay you down where you was last standing nigga