50 Shots

[Intro: Curly Savv]
Eastside demons, Melo
Glock, Glock

[Chorus: Curly Savv]
Free all my niggas remanded, I know that opps can't stand us
Boy, you got hit, your mans got put in the spliff for dissin' the millars
Clip full of 50 shots, we up that shit like cannons
[?] many top opps, these niggas movin' scary
Pop out, Flossy nigga and his bitch want a fifty
[?] fashion, Glock tucked in Amiri, that shit'll get sticky
Feel like I'm 50, but fuck the fifties, who [?] with me
Shit'll get litty, uh, shit'll get litty (Pop out)

[Verse 1: Curly Savv]
Doin' hits in fashion (Fashion), up it an' clap it (Clap it)
When we slidin' through, catch in traffic (Traffic)
Move with the bats, I'll let a few
Free all the hots (Hots), free all my opps
And free all the Woos, pockets on knots
Can't carry the knocks, my ooter gon' do it
Step through, knocks on me like I came outta scuffle
Said he gon' check who, got it on me that shots to your muffle
Brodie gon' check you, send the whole team like we in the huddle
Pray we don't gon' catch you, sendin' for me, gon' get you in trouble
Free all the opps remanded, shoot that blick two-handed
New 4.5th do damage, if you get hit, don't panic
If you do a hit, don't plan it, I know that the cops can't handle us
Lil' bro got props for spinnin' that block, hit a opp and light a new candle up

[Chorus: Curly Savv & G Herbo]
Free all my niggas remanded, I know that opps can't stand us
Boy, you got hit, your mans got put in the spliff for dissin' the millars
Clip full of 50 shots, we up that shit like cannons
[?] many top opps, these niggas movin' scary
Pop out, Flossy nigga and his bitch want a fifty
[?] fashion, Glock tucked in Amiris, that shit'll get sticky
Feel like I'm 50, but fuck the fifties, who [?] with me
Shit'll get litty, uh, shit'll get litty (Ayy, pop out)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Shit'll get litty, we in the foreign with fifties
Bitch, we was scoring so much that we ended the war and that's word on my glizzy
Ask 'bout No Limit, we round the city shortie'nem busy
Dissin' foenem and the raps and address on the net get you get put on the blizzy
'Member when we heard one-two shots and one threw that bitch off his heazy
Think I ain't got aim huh try to run long-range throw that bitch like a frisbee
Ain't no more opps that can diss me, been out the trenches they miss me
Still will go back like I'm Big Chief, post on my shit like I'm Big Meech
Said they gon hit me, go 'head, keep thinking shits sweet
Your life for a fifty? Got it on my wrist but it shit cheap
I bought one Roley too many, might as well give me a Riche
Lil' cuz beat off four of them bodies, got him back with me, it's litty

[Chorus: Curly Savv]
Free all my niggas remanded, I know that opps can't stand us
Boy, you got hit, your mans got put in the spliff for dissin' the millars
Clip full of 50 shots, we up that shit like cannons
[?] many top opps, these niggas movin' scary
Pop out, Flossy nigga and his bitch want a fifty
[?] fashion, Glock tucked in Amiris, that shit'll get sticky
Feel like I'm 50, but fuck the fifties, who [?] with me
Shit'll get litty, uh, shit'll get litty (Pop out)