Lyrics: Joseph Keeton/Alonzo Griffin/Elijah Floyd
Music: Reed Bushore-Maki
Nigga it’s raining
Badweather entertainment
Wanting that shit then lil Nigga I take it
I need a flick have the Media take it
Nigga ya, basic
I put the wheel on the pavement
Nigga like me do not have no replacement
He can’t see me then that boy need some lasik
Most of the niggas who say they yo Partner
Will probably agree that it ain’t no one harder
You hotter than me but you ain’t in the sauna
You can not son me I don’t got a father
B***h I’m a
Problem
It’s me I don’t gotta start it
Bon appetite I’m eating ya daughter
The flo came from me I’m being impostered
Whole Lotta shots in this b***h
Whole Lotta shots in this b***h
We can go shot for shot in this b***h
Whole lotta shots in this b***h
Whole lotta shots in this b***h
Whole lotta shots in this b***h
Came with a Glock and fist and I'm ready to switch we Hawkin a b***h yelling
Why you running hoe
Why you running hoe
Why you running hoe B***h
Why you running hoe
**** shit b***h
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Watch ya step
Came with a gang of them landmines niggas up north doing fed time we don't do fair fights knuck and we bucking with red lights don't lose your life for a highlight
hold ya breath
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Kandi get hot in this bit
Kandi get hot in this bit
Came with a candle im lit
B***h I use bombs as a wick
1911 John Wick
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Niggas be pressed yasuke be ****in they b***h
Stop dissing TREZ in this b***h
Glock is a d**k
And I be ****in em wit it
Came from the dark like I'm Ridd**k
These b*****s don't get it
Take my niggas life I don't give a **** about yours we kicking down doors like
Heard that they say that we back again/
I listen to Niggas/they Ass again
I speak from the soul/I don’t follow the trends
I wonder when/ niggas gon rap again
I turn to a singer/still put numbers on the board/
Y’all Niggas bricking like shaq/again
B***h I’m the one that’s truly gifted/no wonder comparing to me yall is average
Regardless/I’m come for yo/chest/drawing blood cuz I’m heartless
B***h proceed cautious/step out of line I’m gon leave yo house haunted
Same little white boys that speak on my name and my brothers/ I slide to they show/they get nauseous
I’m heated up/this game is my b***h/and her p***y I’m beating up
D**k got the cream/so I tell that b***h clean it up
Now that I got y’all as seated up
Praise be Allah/praise be to God/b***h I’ve been getting lit/with every bar/
mean no disrespect/so RIP X/but I’m telling you I’m the one surpassing JAH
Been putting belt to ass/since My first ep/with profit/I’m breaking the son of Sam law
hard to relate to these niggas/I roll with hyenas/and dummies/that’s down to eat scar
Whole Lotta shots in this b***h
Whole Lotta shots in this b***h
We can go shot for shot in this b***h
Whole lotta shots in this b***h
Whole lotta shots in this b***h
Whole lotta shots in this b***h
Came with a Glock and fist and I'm ready to switch we Hawkin a b***h yelling
Why you running hoe
Why you running hoe
Why you running hoe B***h
Why you running hoe
**** shit b***h
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