Election Day

[Intro]
Gang, know how I'm rocking, nigga
Aye, aye

[Verse]
Don’t buy no Prada for your bitch, I got her Jordan shoes
I tell the opps no point in ducking, I was born to shoot
Do this shit so much I got less to get and more to lose
I got her Henny while I’m off that 1942 (That Henny!)
Big checks on a nigga neck, ‘fore a nigga die, gotta stack a million
DBD what a nigga rep, went OT now I’m back to kill it
Big talk with these niggas, but I’m sending big shots like Chauncey Billups
Pussy nigga popping Molly’s but I got them Mali’s with me like Captain Phillips
That boy an easy lick, he ain’t on none he ain’t squeezing shit
Don dada, ima take your shordy, if she came with you, I’m who she leaving with
Bitch I’m that nigga, he a gravedigger, you a pussy boy you a lame nigga
You don’t pop shit but them pills, junkie, you gone overdose on them painkillers
Sauce it up like M3, nigga head tap leave his brain missing
Put him in the dirt, tryna sell some merch, put him on a shirt, get his face printed
Can’t fuck with the crew, put a nigga on the news, now all these niggas get to page flipping
Love me now 'fore they all do, ain’t the type of nigga to be lane switching
Rob a nigga for Balenciaga’s, I don’t need them nigga I need Raf Simons
And he talking hot on the net, see that nigga out in public and he act different
I can’t wait to catch that nigga lacking, Shoota gang already got the straps hidden
We been plotting on this nigga dome, yeah Ima split him when this tracks finished
I say what I mean, he end up dead if he play with the team
Finna OD, nigga Baby a fiend, I shoot a clip like I’m making a scene
When the day come, then it’s redrum, and that nigga gone pray it’s a dream
Niggas is scared, say my name and it’s beef, never outside, he don’t stay in these streets
Bitch it’s Election Day, I’m shooting shots like the NBA
Do me dirty, take his head away, I be screaming free 10K, yeah
My gang still under investigation, send the addy, we come, no hesitation
Send the addy, we come to your destination, and we leaving you slumped, nigga heavens waiting
Hollow tips no politics, in the trap house I’m the president, they be searching through a nigga prints but a nigga never leave no evidence
Hit you and you’ll prolly snitch, that pussy shit I don’t recommend, so if I hit you, that’s a murder charge and you know big Shoota catching it
DBD in the field, might change the name to MLB, niggas hit that bitch one time and they leaving it with STDs
Gang be killing ya, do that sound familiar?
I don’t answer questions, tell the police it ain’t no trivia
Them niggas saying fuck the police when their song is playing
But then they getting taxed and then they start cooperating
I’m scorching I’m on fire, I’m performing in designer
When them goons say run your shit, you an informant with a wire
If we put a rack on you, that’s just a warning nigga, them niggas think I’m killing Baby, no abortion nigga
It’s getting gory, bitch I’m in the house like Corey
I’m sorry, bitch I’m your daddy, don’t believe me go to Maury
Shoot like Robert Horry
Turn these niggas to angels and watch them fly away
We turn these niggas to angels and watch them fly away
He feel like YoungBoy when he scared, won’t go outside today
I got them killers on my side like who gone die today?