Shots Lyrics

Aye, aye, aye, yea, okay, yeah, okay

Yeah, okay , yeah, okay,

Yeah, okay, yeah, yea, yea, okay, okay, yea

If it ain't bout money I don't wanna talk

ARP walk down on the block

You not gone step go home you soft

Big bank roll my pockets knots

Don't come in the trap, tryna fuck up the plot

My nigga whack shit right on the spot

Go in the hotel I got the Glock

Boy you bet not move, you might popped

Aye, aye, yea, come in the front door fuck the back bitch

You know I got shots nine millimeter, hit your back

Nigga looking like a op

Nigga, you whack, don't play that shit

Don't even pass him the aux

Nigga be tripping, I'm not tryna box

Six hundred bucks a brand new Glock

Don't come on the scene you might get chalked

I'm pouring up drank

I don't wanna stop

Might be too late but we got tomorrow

But fuck that shit

Me and my niggas going to ball

Scope out the block I'm hitting them all

Nigga I don't miss he dead ah

Junkies calling, meet me at the mall

I don't wanna spin back I want him gone

Nigga be talking that hot shit don't wanna see me go off

Better run down, do not walk up

If I turn around, I'm picking him off

And if I'm in the jam I'm fin to pay that fee

Nigga come give me the cost

My young nigga fin to hit that bank

Pull up in an SRT on the block

I been going dummy you know I go off

She like my style I'm dripping sauce

I came in the pod tryna set it off

Nigga not on shit he scared running telling the law

Aye, nigga better back off, like fuck that shit, come in like the boss

Too many rules I'm not going to follow

She sucking me good she eat it she swallow

GKAP be popping a perc what the fuck is pain

Nigga we need the whole bottle

If I'm in the street, I'm doing a high-speed chase

Nigga I'm giving that throttle

Bad bitch hit my line tryna fuck this hoe really a model

This ain't Fortnite I got hell of bucks come through like top shot-ta

She want that Gucci Louis and Prada

Walk in with a Draco that hoe silent

Don't make a sound you might die by it

That nigga a snitch he never be quiet

Nigga, you on paper, we know you told him

I got a few bowls, I sell for the low

Come in the spot I'm serving the shake

And if you run down nigga you get ate