These Shotz Lyrics

Its the realest shit i ever wrote

Eh, its world famous

W F A

Eh, eh

Uh

I turned my life around

For that second chance

Wanted to prove to my father

That i could be that man

Back to gidi to get it

I got that gited plan

We popped it in the streets

And always kept it real with fans

Built the brand up

We started from the bottom

Made them put their hands up

And bottles wanna pop em

The P was heavy like crack

We made em all addict's

World famous academy was a strong habit

Spotlight so bright you get lost in it

Hours and hoursis feeling like a couple minutes

I fought a couple brothers

I fought a couple fools

I still got my brothers dont mind losing dem fools

But when i lost my pop

I was darker than crude

I was fighting the cops

I felt i had nothing to loose

And when they threw them shots

In the paper news

The name rang bells like you were watching paper views

Wailing on these niggas

Profiling on these niggas

Couple of pockets full of dollars

So im styling on these niggas

Cus im wailing for my niggas

I stay shinning for my niggas

If i dont make it for my team

Ama die trying for my niggas

Uh

Ive seen alot of love

Ive seen alot of prayers

And when i got that range rover

Seen alot of haters

What they gon do now

Im on that G-wag

Gucci in that G-5

60 on that G swag

Love to hate me

Even worse they hate to love me

They rather see me in a horse

But they wont rush me

Not until i loose my thirst

How they gon crush me

But now im ready for the worst

I wanna see them touch me

Blazing like that torch

So my fire keeps on burning

Im chasing all that paper

So all that paper keeps me earning

Im a boss up in this game

What it cost up in this game

To stay your balls up in this game

Will get you lost up in this game

Like a fish outside water

You tryna catch your breath

You are a learner out of order

So you fucking with your death

Unprofessional performer

So im fucking with your check

And if dem diamonds are real

Omo im fucking with your neck

Oh yes ill take it off and ill leave

Watch me ball watch me weep

Ill be floating like a butter fly

I sting like a bee

Call me young Mohammed Ali

Im the greatest, really though

Ild like to know which A-list rapper

You think is fucking with me

Im so high, im so Louis

Im so focused on my duty

Like that jury on my throat

We be popping at judge judy

Mad im taking all these bitches

Mad im making all these riches

Put you in the coffin to the cemetery

Im digging all these ditches

And I fill em up with you niggas

Like I fill you up with these shots

Like petrol for all these bitches

When I feel em up with these shots

All this sweat on my body

Think I popped the molly

When im walking up in these spots

Pull up in a Maserati for the paparazzi

When they taking all of these shots

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