[Verse]
It's black on black trucks when we ride like the president
But ever since they killed T-Land in front the residence
The hood in the back, the top on it is irrelevant
I'm talking foreign, the trunk in the front like an elephant
Got shot five times, I ain't been the same ever since
And niggas know I talk that stick talk, no evidence
Providence, gun smoke, smoke you for the smell of it
No ski mask, then swing around your repass for the hell of it
Pick a drug of choice, you can name it, I was selling it
Ain't never been fucked in the game, I'm celibate
Papa got forty years for pussy niggas telling shit
If he don't get it back then somebody gon' get they melon split
Double-O, when we walk in the club the DJ yellin' it
BTY, when I walk in V-Live, the strippers yellin' it
The aura [?], the thugs yellin' it
Got fifty pounds of OG on the way, the plug mailing it
Done ran off on the plug, gotta split him if I spot him
You see E, you see G, if I say get 'em then they got him
I say shoot him they say shot him, and we started from the bottom
Wonder why we here, 'cause nigga came out the mud climbing
I'm so icy, but thank god just be smoking bud, rhymin'
Try to reach for my chain, that's what you call blood diamonds
Coulda been dropped the second Fed Up but slowly grinding
From the carter to the Rollie winding, this is perfect timing
I got hitters, they got hitters, we come through with plenty cash
Who you know like Young'N can send a hundred twenty bags
I'm too stuck up in my ways, tote my gun in front the reverend
I'm like James Bond, just put the one in front the seven
MAC 10, MAC 11, I just got a bigger forty
Pop it like a wigger party, just go ask my nigga shawty
All I know is sell dope, I was brought up in the Carter
Sold chucks cross the river, don't get caught up in that water
32 Shots (Intro) was written by BTY Young’N.
BTY Young’N released 32 Shots (Intro) on Tue Nov 01 2016.