Verse For Verse Lyrics

Woop that trick. Get em. Woop that trick. Get em. Woop that trick

Oh, shit, I can't hear that, man

Get it. Woop that trick. Get em. Woop that trick

Get it. Woop that trick. Get em. Woop that trick

Boom bone

No, Sheff, you ain't playing fine

Hey

Hey

Oooh, Shaff! Count it

Hey

Hey

Got this hustle off of trapping. Get the flow right for the rappin

You don't never see me napping. If you want it, come and tapin

For the pack, call it a fraction

Your man's just got shot, but I won't never say what happened

I'm always with the gang, so you won't never see me lacking

You say you got a gun, but all I'm seeing is the app

Damn

Take it to a blunt to the face. I don't know if I got high

Keep on sparking that shit, I'll be going straight to the sky

I don't know if it's just me, but I can never tell a lie

Oh, shit. Wait. I think I said a lie

Said that shit right to my face. I swear to God, he gon' die

He said that he gon' slide, but he ain't hopping in a ride

We gon' send him 30 shots if he ducking the first 10

When the other 20 hit, you won't see his ass again

Like shot shit, Glock shit, run-em-down pop shit

I ain't selling coke, but if we rumbling, I'll rock shit

Sipping Wocky in the car

I know that I got talent, so I'm finna take it far

Write a verse in 30 seconds, and I'm hitting every bar

I be popping like a gun, and I be shooing like a star

But right back to the fix. Get back to the script

Tommy keep on running while he acting like a bitch

Line his ass up in every shape, I'm like a barber

If he trying to be an outlet, we gon' turn him to a charger

He don't ever want to slide. They told his ass to hide

Scared of coming out the house, so he gon' stay his ass inside

He was moving like he hot, so we gon' really get him fried

You acting like you in the hood, but you ain't never gon' provide

We gon' send him 30 shots if he ducking the first 10

When the other 20 hit, you won't see his ass again

Shot shit, Glock shit, run-em-down pop shit

I ain't selling coke, but if we rumbling, I'll rock shit

Catch him on the corner, you gon' see me crashing out

Adrenaline start rushing, I ain't having any doubt

Give me all the money, I ain't rapping for the clout

Got this water on my wrist like I ain't never seen a drought

If they ever talking shit, then we gon' have to knock them off

I could really set some hitters, I ain't thinking about the cost

And when you pick him up, all you gon' be thinking about is loss

Yeah, we up to scope, but I might need some more

Got people taking out the trance, cause you was acting like a chump

Put a perk up on the stick, so when it hits, you gon' snort

Sleeping on the ground, we really had to take him down

He was talking all that shit, now I ain't hearing any sound

We gon' send him 30 shots if he ducking the first 10

When the other 20 hit, you won't see his ass again

Shot shit, Glock shit, run-em-down pop shit

I ain't selling coke, but if he rumbling, I'll rock shit

Go, go, go, go

Go, I just had to let him know

Go, leave his ass on the floor

Go, cause I'm trying to up the score