Shark ft. Illestyungin Lyrics

Hop out the car, we quickly throw this bitch in neutral

Hit him dead in his face, he ain't know I'm a trained shooter

Round them diamonds, two different blocks, too many options, we improving

I be tryna stay on top, but this violence get me grooving, look

Get out the way, ain't got no feelings, hit whoever with that switch

I ain't the type to double back, I'm too strategic with a blitz

If a nigga hate my guts, he probably mad about a bitch

But I got so much dog shit, could turn a joke into a lick, get off your dick

Nigga mad at the youngin' cause I'm turntin' on my shit

To that hoe who tried to joke me, tell her, get back in the bitch

You ain't seen a gangster holler till you hit one with that glitch

That bitch get off so fast, it hit his face, it kinda made me sick

If you ain't short, don't come up in this party

Better clap the ceiling, grab your glizzy, we gon' get it started

Turnt up with my villain, free my fire, you know this shit the longest

If you don't mind dyin', then come and try smoke him like Bob Marley

Fuck you, niggas say, fuck me, bitch, fuck me

We gon' text you, I swear to God, bitch, we gon' text you

We gon' flesh you, that's on my life, bitch, we gon' flesh you

And if you try to hide, your bitch gon' die, we killin' her too

Brrrr, leg tapped till I'm free, Friday, know what up

Go G.O. Mode and pull on side, I'm tryna leave the pussy stuck

We hop out Hotties, collect bodies, then switch to the run the trunk

Promotin' violence through the city, them youngins don't give a fuck

I'm fuckin' smokin' them lil' niggas, steady duckin

Coulda had about seven hands, but them lil' bitches ain't got legs

392 up in this motor, heard them youngins love from bloody

Brrrr, pull on side, I'm tryna leave the scene angry

Under 10, clutch on the switch, bitch, I said, let's hit that 5

Heard they plopped on with that bitch, but they let Lil' King survive

If it was us, none woulda died, before I get cash, got nine lives

Since 13, been in that ride, ever since, bitch, I been slidin

Got a big bitch for a ride, nigga, tell that pussy come outside

I can't wait till we collide, I better not a nigga fly

I heard he was a dreadhead, so nigga, left his head fried

Moves down, been a nigga, three-five, still a booker

I'm in every step, bombin' the damn car

Didn't know what about to send, I'm tryna smack some niggas

Hop off the car with Quigley, throw this bitch in neutral

Hit him dead in his face, he ain't know I'm a train shooter

Run him down two different blocks, too many options, we approvin

I been tryna stay on topic, but this violence get me groovin

Get out my way, ain't got no feelings, hit whoever with that switch

I ain't the type of double-back, I'm too strategic with a blitz

If a nigga hate my guts, he probably mad about a bitch

But I got so much dog food, return the junk until the leak get off my dick

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