Aim at you Lyrics

Ey oh

Ey oh

Ey oh

Ey oh

Ey oh

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Uzi, uzi

Aim at you

You can't do shit

Make a scene

Make a movie

Drip uniform duty

Wearing Gucci I'm choosy

We popped bottles no mood swings

Nigga you ain't do shit

Nigga you ain't do shit

Uzi, uzi

Aim at you

You can't do shit

Make a scene

Make a movie

Drip uniform duty

Wearing Gucci I'm choosy

We popped bottles no mood swings

Nigga you ain't do shit

Nigga you ain't do shit

I don't get it

I don't get it

I'm trying my best

She don't get it

She's a stretcher like a wedgie

She telling me she need credit

She's in the car in the next sit

She's a star she a merit

She's a beauty

She's a hotty

Gave her a look now I'm horny

I'm so fast super sonic

She drips like tonic

She's a chick on fleek

Hold on my brother here's a pepper

Take A chili

Uzi, uzi

Aim at you

You can't do shit

Make a scene

Make a movie

Drip uniform duty

Wearing Gucci I'm choosy

We popped bottles no mood swings

Nigga you ain't do shit

Nigga you ain't do shit

Uzi, uzi

Aim at you

You can't do shit

Make a scene

Make a movie

Drip uniform duty

Wearing Gucci I'm choosy

We popped bottles no mood swings

Nigga you ain't do shit

Nigga you ain't do shit

I'm on the come up

All of my friends like Gunna

Baby mama know I'm a stunna

Hold up

Roll up

Came in the game

Came in the game

Came here to stay

Came in the game

Came in the game

Gotta say it like I mean it cause I'm here stay

Broke nigga stay on your lane, move out the way

I'm drowning in drip

Purple sprite

I sip

Smoking Swazi I'm no chief

I got your baby, she's sucking the d

She swallow my baby, she said I'm lit

Gimme the candle or bic imma lit

Burning blunts

I'm on Mars, while she suck on my d

Uzi, uzi

Aim at you

You can't do shit

Make a scene

Make a movie

Drip uniform duty

Wearing Gucci I'm choosy

We popped bottles no mood swings

Nigga you ain't do shit

Nigga you ain't do shit

Uzi, uzi

Aim at you

You can't do shit

Make a scene

Make a movie

Drip uniform duty

Wearing Gucci I'm choosy

We popped bottles no mood swings

Nigga you ain't do shit

Nigga you ain't do shit

Out in space

You can't trace

Hit the gas

It's a race

Parked that benz

At my place

Gotta grind

Paper chase

Head shaking crowd looking like the trap house

Selling dope at the trap house till you pass out